God: I love Saturdays. I get to hang out with my friends, go shopping, hang out at cool restaurants, bird watch around town, drink more water than I should–normal things for a girl like me. I don’t really deviate from my normal routine because why would I? I love just socializing and being lazy. Why would I change things? Well, this past weekend I did because I heard about something that sounded really cool and like a great time for dogs so, well, I did it: the Space 15 Twenty Psychic Pet Fair by House of Intuition.
You heard me correctly: a Psychic Pet Fair. It sounds crazy–and it is crazy–but it was nothing short of dog clairvoyant magic. Truth be told, I didn’t want to go. My owner/Dad/friend, Kyle, just wanted to go and he dragged me along. And, he made us walk, which was not that fun because I don’t wear shoes. Try walking down Hollywood Blvd barefoot on a hot day and tell me that is comfortable–and you people reading this probably only have two feet that hit the ground. Try four!
So, we wanted to go to the Hollywood and Highland Farmer’s Market first, to check out how things were but unfortunately they aren’t friendly to dog people. And, thank heavens, Kyle didn’t tie me up like some vagabond dog to wander around and probably not buy anything. Regardless, we made it to the Psychic Pet Fair quite fast and actually saw a few birds on the way. Things worked out!
The fair started at 12PM and we rolled up there around 12:15PM, thinking we were going to be the only dog person and human person there. Wrong: there were at least five other dog friends. I was surprised, really. The House of Intuition people set up a really nice table with some stones and necklaces and things, which was fun, but not important to me. I made friends with a little dog lady named Mia, who was as polite as she was impolite (she had three legs and was a pleasure to meet–the nicest girl there–but quickly proceeded to have a bowel movement next to me after we finished greeting each other, which said a lot about her character).
Arranged with a panel from Barbar Bestor’s Silent Disco in the background, they had set up a tent for clairvoyant Chassidy RaNa to speak with dog friends and their owner friends. I was surprised to wait an hour to see Chassidy, which was a little annoying because we were outside and there was no water and my paws were killing me and I was in desperate need of cool air. I was panting like a rabid dog. It was embarrassing! You human people forget that we dog people always have our coats on. I’m not one to complain, but on a hot Los Angeles day, I wish I was hairless (which would be unbecoming of me because I have spotty complexion and would look like a damn fool).
That is neither here nor there: we waited an hour and then saw Chassidy, who was the sweetest. However, she spent the whole time talking to Kyle–not me. I guess I sent her signals or something, because she knew what I was thinking and was sharing them with Kyle–but she didn’t flat out ask me anything. I expected if Kyle pays $1 a minute for ten minutes for her to have a chat with me that I would have gotten to ask her questions–not him. Anyway, she told him thank you for rescuing me (which I had wanted to tell him, yes), that I love him and will always protect him (which is mostly true, unless loud noises or water is involved), that I strongly would like to be an only child (because I am the only dog in the world that matters), and that I would like more treats (which was her words, not mine, because I would have said, “You’re doing a great job but I would enjoy an occasional steak au poivre for dinner.” But, hey, clairvoyants have to paraphrase!).
One thing she did say made me so happy, though: she turned to him and said, “Dottie doesn’t enjoy walking on the sidewalk. Well, she is telling me that she ‘strongly prefers not to walk on the sidewalk.’ She considers herself to be a princess.” Amen, Chassidy, amen! Although this may have been apparent by my laying on my back instead of on my paws, I was so over having to walk so much that day. As I mentioned previously, it’s no fun to be walking outside on a hot day on cement. Have you walked on hot cement before? It sucks. Kyle said something to her along the lines of it being similar to “walking barefoot on hot sand.” I’ve never done that nor am I entirely sure what that means but–sure–it’s just like that, I guess.
After our ten minutes were up, Chassidy encouraged us to get me some Reiki for the same cost of the reading, which I wanted to do but Kyle didn’t seem to want to do because we just left after that and I didn’t get a healing massage like I wanted. Oh well. We did find out that the House of Intuition is open everyday from 10AM to 10PM in Silver Lake and that they do a lot of cool events just like this. They don’t do dog readings very much and this event very well may be the only time it’s conducted. For that, I’m super happy we got to go.
However, I was not very excited when we left and we had to walk forty five minutes back in the sun on the sidewalk that felt like lava and Kyle leisurely walked and talked on his phone. He was just told I don’t prefer walking on the sidewalk like that! Dog owners: can’t live with them, can’t live without them.