let Frost know when you have to shut down, that way we can time how long it’s been. Let me know if you start to get a headache, though. I don’t want you in pain.”
“You got it, Beautiful. There’s a little pressure, but no pain. We’re getting better at this ,” he said proudly.
“Yes, we are. But I’m sure it’s because you’re awesome,” I praised.
He had us laughing when, according to Fritz, Red raised his head, ears forward and locked at attention, shifting his hind leg back in a perfect GSD show dog pose, called a stack. Such a ham. Jaspar whipped out his cell phone and snapped a picture, much to my dog’s delight. I could feel waves of happy satisfaction pouring off him… which reminded me. “I should also mention a recent development between us. I am able to pick up on some of Red’s stronger emotions.”
“That’s going to be fun for you when his hormones start raging,” Fritz chuckled evilly.
I groaned in exaggerated pain, “Oh, thanks so much for the happy thought.”
“Able to use it for anythin’ specific?” Frost, ever logical, asked.
“Not really. I just thought I’d mention it, in the spirit of full disclosure. As observers, you guys may not even notice what I feel coming from him. Empathy is something new and unexplored between us.”
“Does your empathy link go one-way also?” Russ asked.
“Yes. Red can’t pick up on my emotions at all, well, nothing beyond a dog’s normal awareness and attention to body language anyway. This skill is different. Red needs to consciously link with me to mind-speak and share sight. The emotional thing I only pick up on when we are near each other, but it doesn’t appear to be something he broadcasts on purpose, or a link he initiates. I should also mention the skills we have now, evolved over time. From the age of seven months, Red could mind-speak. He was almost a year old before we realized we could share vision also. We discovered that skill by accident, and he could only send mind-sight imagery for a few minutes at a time.”
I told the story of how we were walking in the woods when Red sent me his first image. “Wait a sec,” Russ interrupted. “Are you saying he sent you an image he thought up, not what he was actually looking at?”
I was flabbergasted. In all this time, I had never appreciated the distinction.
“Russ is right, Teresa. You originally caught a mental image I had of myself, I wasn’t actually leaping for a drone,” Red reminded. “I’m not sure what I was doing different. It was so long ago.”
Dogs perceive time differently than humans. It had been approximately three months since we discovered the mind-sight connection. After he accidentally sent the first image, we’d practiced with him showing me what he was actually looking at.
“I don’t know what that means, as far as your skillsets, but it’s an interesting twist we should consider in more depth,” Russ said thoughtfully—I could practically hear the hamsters spinning in the wheels of his brain.
“Well, let’s think about all of this in the warmth of the house, shall we? I’m getting cold, and I’m out of coffee,” I griped.
“What does it feel like when the link disconnects? Does it hurt, or feel strange?” This question from Fritz, his brows knit in concern as he dug out his keys and unlocked the other SUV. The snap of locks opening at my back alerted me Dex had unlocked our vehicle, too.
“For me, it feels like an absence. It’s as if there’s a piece of me that’s detached. One moment I know he’s there, and the next, he’s… gone. What about you, Red?”
“Empty. I can’t wait to get back, close enough to link again. I feel like I miss you, even if it’s a short trip to the store with Ken.”
“Red describes it as an emptiness, and I have to agree.”
“Teresa, I’m starting to get a headache from the mind-sight. Light’s
“You got it, Beautiful. There’s a little pressure, but no pain. We’re getting better at this ,” he said proudly.
“Yes, we are. But I’m sure it’s because you’re awesome,” I praised.
He had us laughing when, according to Fritz, Red raised his head, ears forward and locked at attention, shifting his hind leg back in a perfect GSD show dog pose, called a stack. Such a ham. Jaspar whipped out his cell phone and snapped a picture, much to my dog’s delight. I could feel waves of happy satisfaction pouring off him… which reminded me. “I should also mention a recent development between us. I am able to pick up on some of Red’s stronger emotions.”
“That’s going to be fun for you when his hormones start raging,” Fritz chuckled evilly.
I groaned in exaggerated pain, “Oh, thanks so much for the happy thought.”
“Able to use it for anythin’ specific?” Frost, ever logical, asked.
“Not really. I just thought I’d mention it, in the spirit of full disclosure. As observers, you guys may not even notice what I feel coming from him. Empathy is something new and unexplored between us.”
“Does your empathy link go one-way also?” Russ asked.
“Yes. Red can’t pick up on my emotions at all, well, nothing beyond a dog’s normal awareness and attention to body language anyway. This skill is different. Red needs to consciously link with me to mind-speak and share sight. The emotional thing I only pick up on when we are near each other, but it doesn’t appear to be something he broadcasts on purpose, or a link he initiates. I should also mention the skills we have now, evolved over time. From the age of seven months, Red could mind-speak. He was almost a year old before we realized we could share vision also. We discovered that skill by accident, and he could only send mind-sight imagery for a few minutes at a time.”
I told the story of how we were walking in the woods when Red sent me his first image. “Wait a sec,” Russ interrupted. “Are you saying he sent you an image he thought up, not what he was actually looking at?”
I was flabbergasted. In all this time, I had never appreciated the distinction.
“Russ is right, Teresa. You originally caught a mental image I had of myself, I wasn’t actually leaping for a drone,” Red reminded. “I’m not sure what I was doing different. It was so long ago.”
Dogs perceive time differently than humans. It had been approximately three months since we discovered the mind-sight connection. After he accidentally sent the first image, we’d practiced with him showing me what he was actually looking at.
“I don’t know what that means, as far as your skillsets, but it’s an interesting twist we should consider in more depth,” Russ said thoughtfully—I could practically hear the hamsters spinning in the wheels of his brain.
“Well, let’s think about all of this in the warmth of the house, shall we? I’m getting cold, and I’m out of coffee,” I griped.
“What does it feel like when the link disconnects? Does it hurt, or feel strange?” This question from Fritz, his brows knit in concern as he dug out his keys and unlocked the other SUV. The snap of locks opening at my back alerted me Dex had unlocked our vehicle, too.
“For me, it feels like an absence. It’s as if there’s a piece of me that’s detached. One moment I know he’s there, and the next, he’s… gone. What about you, Red?”
“Empty. I can’t wait to get back, close enough to link again. I feel like I miss you, even if it’s a short trip to the store with Ken.”
“Red describes it as an emptiness, and I have to agree.”
“Teresa, I’m starting to get a headache from the mind-sight. Light’s
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