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Dear Nanny Fran,
Is it really all that important what you
name a pet?
Of course it is important. What is your
name? Do you like your name? Did the kids in school make fun of you
because of your name? Did you ever get the idea that someone
thought you were intellectually inferior or superior just because
of your name? Did your name make you walk with your shoulders held
back and your head held high because of pride? Or did your name
make you “slink” to and from school or
“skulk” around the hallways into your classes?
All of the above applies to what you name
your pet. People are insensitive to children; children in
particular are cruel and insensitive to other children. Why do we
expect them (people) to act any differently toward an animal?
Animals are only here to love and be
loved. They know how we feel about them with the energy our
thoughts emanate. They see auras and read energy emitting from
every living creature. There are no secrets with animals.
I have been crushed when sitting with a
client and he or she looks down at their animal and makes the
following statement: “He is dumb.” My first thought is:
“If you love something you do not disparage it or break its
heart by calling it dumb.” No, I do not refer to
“dumb” as in the cannot hear and cannot speak frame of
reference. I mean “dumb” in the “not very
intelligent” sense. More than likely that human has very poor
self esteem and tends to feel “more worthy” when they
put down another living creature.
We “expect” total adoration,
commitment, loyalty and unconditional love from each animal. Why in
the world would we give it an uncomplimentary name?
For instance, “Noodles” was
the name of a sweetheart Maine Coon kitty I cared for years ago.
Noodles had the sweetest disposition and was the most beautiful
kitty I had met. A few years later I fostered a kitty from the
Humane Society who had the same markings as Noodles. So, I named
her Noodles. Well, from year one to year 12 her name has changed.
First she was Noodles. Then she was Noodle Doodle Poodlekins. Then
she was Noodle Doodle Poodlekins Sweety Weetie Neetie Kins. Then
she became Noodles Elizabeth. Today she is Noodles Elizabeth, Queen
of Everything. No joke… all absolute truth. When I speak to
her I know, without a second of doubt, that she understands each
word I utter. Moreover, while I am speaking to her I look into her
eyes. She is listening and registering everything I am saying. I
unequivocally state that I have seen more intelligence in those
eyes than I have seen in 90% of humans I have spoken to. Yes, she
listens, she understands. I also have told her that if she feels
the need to be Queen that I am fine with that. I surely would not
want the appointment. However, from time to time I remind her that
a Queen needs to be wise, kind and compassionate with their
subjects. Queens are not supposed to be B______s! No, the word is
not britches!!!
That last admonition to “The Queen
of Everything” stems from the fact that she does not want to
share my affection with any other subjects in her
“Queendom.” I am often times seeing an altercation
about to ensue and I intercede to keep peace in the
“Queendom.”
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