People often ask me how I came to be an animal communicator. Of course, I've studied with wonderful professional animal communicators, but as I reflect back on my life, I realize my father was my very first animal communication teacher. He taught us to love, honor, cherish and respect animals. He believed they were Master Teachers of unconditional love. Whether it was a domestic or 'wild' animal, he had a wonderful gentle way of communicating with them. He had loving relationships with dogs, cats, deer, chipmunks and birds, just to name a few. He would even often ask the birds outside our breakfast window their opinions and tell us how they answered his questions. He melted with love when he had the opportunity to connect with animals. And so I watched him and learned how wonderfully wise and amazing the animals are in our world. I hope you'll like this children’s story I wrote several years ago about my father, Fred Larson
The Little Boy’s Prayer
There once was a little boy who longed to love and be loved. Every night he prayed, “Dear God, when I get older may I please have a wife and children. I promise to love them and teach them love, everyday!” And God remembered the Little Boy’s Prayer.
One day, when the little boy grew older, he saw a beautiful and kind young lady. He was very shy and new at romantic love. As soon as he met her, he felt embarrassed and ran away. But as time went on, they grew in love and married. Together, they learned about compassion and caring. And God remembered the Little Boy’s Prayer.
I met Rhett when he was two and half weeks old. His eyes were barely open, he was tiny and had a little white spot on his neck. I asked if he would like me to be his mommy.
Six weeks later I put a little royal blue collar on him and took him home.
The first two nights we slept on the floor. I could feel his heartbeat and he could feel mine. The next few nights I slept on the couch and he slept on the carpet beside me. Within a week he was sleeping on his bed.
Before I knew it, he was sleeping in my bed.
When he was very young he would wait for me when I got out of the shower and try to lick my legs dry.
It was an early Monday morning after a late night when suddenly my dog Buddy and I heard an ear-shattering howl just outside my bedroom window. Buddy immediately jumped up to check it out. It was the cry of an animal in excruciating pain. Even though I heard the cry, I laid in my bed for a few seconds more. My Spiritual Inner Guidance System usually speaks to me gently, encouraging me to take inspired action. But this morning I was too tired to move. That's when I heard a not so gentle internal voice say, "Sandra Larson, are you not an animal communicator? You know that animal needs you so GET UP right now!"
On September 17th, 2011, I was invited to offer animal communication to the dogs and their human companions attending the fund raiser called Wags and Wavs at Hawaiian Falls in Garland Texas. From my space, I could look down on the area that simulated waves. With delight, I watched as the dogs ran in and out of the water, swimming with joy and abandon! It seems dogs really do know how to have a good time!
After quickly setting up my space in the morning, I sat down on my rug, and one by one communicated with the wiggly, happy, wet dogs, doing my best to translate their messages to their human friends. It was a long and wonderful day! By late afternoon, I had spoken with approximately 30 dogs and their people!
The volunteer team at Wags and Wavs were very kind in helping me unload and load up my car, so around 4:00 PM I left the event to go visit with my family, some of whom were visiting from out of town. I found them at the Clubhouse, but because my dog Buddy was with me, the security guard at the complex would not allow him into the pool area. Isn't it funny how I could come from an event where dogs were swimming in a public area and then go to another public place where they are not allowed? So Buddy and I went back to my sister's house located in the development.