I struggled for a long time to find a word to describe the Cobberdog's ability to 'know' how we humans feel and to consistently tayler their responses appropriately at any given time. As the breed developed, I wondered at the way they knew when we were ill, or despondent, and how they wouldn't leave our side during those times, whether it took hours or days. Another characteristic emerged that fascinated me and that was how they undeniably and emphatically love to make you laugh and go to the craziest antics to achieve it! I was frequently amazed too, at how their mood changed like lightning from soulfully comforting to "Let's go play!" the moment their human felt up to it. For want of a better word, I called it intuition.
A few years back I had a beautiful thoroughbred horse named Swonnee. He was my pride and joy, and I have to admit that I reveled in the admiring looks we got when we were out riding. Before we hit the trails I'd brush him until he gleamed and not a hair was out of place before I'd swing up into the saddle and walk him out the gate. One morning, when I let him out of the stable, instead galloping up the paddock bucking and kicking up his heels for joy, he wandered around, with his head lowered and picked listlessly at a few leaves of grass before moving on a few metres to a different patch. I had a busy day ahead with the dogs, so I didn't pay all that much attention. He was normally a glutton who loved his feeds and when he stopped eating a few days later, I called the vet. Blood work came back normal, it wasn't worms, and the vet was puzzled. Same thing with two different vets and within three weeks my boy was fading before my eyes. His coat was dull, ribs and back bone stuck out gruesomely and I was frantic. I didn't know what to do!
Then a girlfriend told me about Jenny Pearce Her methods were unorthodox, but by this time I was ready to try anything so I called her. When she came, I pulled the rugs off Swonnee and watched. She didn't touch the horse the same way that vets do, and she made weird movements with her hands around his body. I found out later that part of what she did was called Reiki. When she finished she motioned me to put his rugs back on and I thought to myself "Here goes more money for nothing."
Bear with me! I know this is supposed to be about Cobberdogs, but it's relevant!
"I'd like to have a talk with you" she said, so I invited her inside for a cuppa. But instead of discussing Swonnee, Jenny asked me questions about myself.
"Tell me about your diet. What do you eat for dinner mainly?"
I couldn't see the point. It was 2pm I was tired already and I was behind with my work, but at least I had an excuse to stay sitting down! So I decided to humor her. I'd already wasted my money after all.
"I'm usually too exhausted to cook, so my husband picks up my favorite chinese food on his way home from work" I told her.
Then the bombshell hit!
"Hmm, that figures" she said. "I found that your horse has an allergy to MSG and there isn't any in horse feed. You and your horse have such a close bond, that he is feeling what you're feeling and is mirroring it in himself. I want you to stop eating chinese food and anything that's got MSG added. Within 3 weeks or maybe sooner, your own symptoms of exhaustion will be gone and your horse will be back to good health." And with that, she got up to leave.
It happened exactly as she said it would.
I didn't know back then that I am an emotional and fauna empath and it was years before I connected the dots. The Cobberdogs I've put my heart and soul into developing over so many years, are empaths too.
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