Today I got to talk to a cat named Bruno. To establish balance and harmony in his multispecies home, we gave him a new job. King of the House.
I talk about job reassignment all the time in order to help the whole household. It helps the animal feel at home or important again and it helps the others know how this animal’s position, title in the household. Because people have some confusion around this, I thought I’d share an excerpt from my first book Communication with all Life, Revelations of an Animal Communicator. (Hay House).
A job description or a title that oversees an animal’s essence can bring about stability or nobility faster than anything else. It aids in giving them a sense of purpose. It’s like recognizing their soul’s intention or co-creating a new intention with them. We all do better when we sit down and create a mission statement or have an intention for something.
Job descriptions or job titles are flexible. This week the grieving dog may need to go back to being the jokester again, or the wild one of the household may need to manage the living room while you are gone instead of destroying furniture.
Job descriptions can be a creative endeavor. Archetypal titles like Clown, Entertainer, Sentry, Overseer of All, Queen, King, Hero, The Takeover Artist, ad infinitum. Giving them a title that is contrary to the behavior they are exhibiting is a powerful tool. For example, helping a timid cat come out from under the bed by saying under the bed, “I need a sentry here;” “I need a mascot here;” or “I need a hero here.”
Even the shyest creature has a hero somewhere inside. Even the most aggressive creature has a softie somewhere in there. Job descriptions can be used to develop the hidden part of them that you know is in there.
Many a client has had that shy cat come out of its shell with that simple technique. Others have quelled the fear in their timid dog.
On the opposite end of that, I have a horse, Rollie, who when I first got him, was a tough guy. Deep down though he was really a mama’s boy. That title worked for a while to get him out of his bad boy routine. For the first year it was great to have him depend on me, but when a horse 17 hands high tries to get in your right hand pocket because he is afraid of the wind, you have a problem. It’s even worse when your right hand pocket is in your pants that you are wearing on his back. He got a more appropriate title, I call him my Knight in Shining Amour. It worked like a charm. When we’re riding we’re Fred and Ginger-a dance team-but on the ground he’s the valiant Knight.