(bryanism on Animal Communication: No Detail Goes Unexplored)
At yet another well-attended humane society event, I volunteered as animal communicator. 
A woman, daughter and dog teeming with energy were eager for a turn to connect with their rescue papillon's brilliant mind. I started like I always do by asking, "Do you have a question or do you want to know what your dog's thinking?" leaning in favor of the latter, because the outcome is more fun with some unique intuitive surprise. 
The mom and daughter exchanged excited glances, blurting out, "What's on our dog's mind," and, of course, I breathed an inner sigh of relief, because the animal dominates the conversation. All the messages seemed normal, nothing ground-breaking, which is when I silently suggested to the dog, "Now, before we wrap this up, come forward with something that really matters to you!" Some dogs don't like to complain or never hold grudges, and I know this.
After a moment or two, the dog divulged and I relayed, "Oh, by the way, I see your dog had a little accident or injury with swinging entry doors, similar to your house screendoor I could tell the mom (also a physician) was scanning her clin...ical memory, trying to recall something but could not, finally admitting, "Now, that one I don't know about..."
I offered, "When her leg got caught in the door or something like that? Nothing tragic, but it bothered her, and now she won't enter or exit a door unless she's got your full attention, as if you're being mindful to not let the door slam on her?"
The mom considered and offered, "She does pause at doors, but...okay well thanks!" and our interaction was over.
Two months later (at another animal rescue fundraiser), mom, daughter and dog come rushing to the front of the line to mention something; and for some reason, the daughter seemed pensive about settling a score, nudging her mother (also a physician) on to profess,"By the way, I just wanted to say, you were right. My daughter reminded me later on when the screen door slammed on our little papillon rescue some years back, and NOW we're being extra careful..thanks for hanging in there with us on that particular detail!" she sang as if to protect me from my own self-doubt.
"Sure and thanks for checking back," I said.
I watched them go their way back into the crowd and then actually caught a glimpse of others standing in line who heard what was said, looking and smiling at each other in response to being affirmed that animal telepathy is real; which is when I shouted with greater self-confidence, "Who's next?"