(bryanism Repost on: Animal Communication---> Promises, Promises)
Promises, Promises (story)
A podiatrist friend (an energy healer) called me and said it was urgent that I phone his female (cardiac nurse) friend (also a reiki practitioner) whose dog was literally destroying household furniture, specifically during the night while she was a way at work (in a nearby hospital), and this nurse threatened that if he continued destroying for one more night, she would give him away, a dog who actually had been rescued by her and her son from the pound as puppy some years ago. 
When I got her on the phone, she pretty much explained what I already knew, plus I had already tuned in a day ago. I simply asked for a moment of silence to connect with the dog. Seconds later I added, "He said he will try to resist the urge starting tonight, but he's angry and abandoned," which is when she admitted that her son just went back to college after summer break. With that I directed that she tell her son to come home so I could meet with him and the dog to resolve something important. She promised to let me know the moment her son returned. 
Two months later I was over at the house to visit the nurse, dog and her college-son who had come back with a buddy who was also interested in meeting "the guy" who got his buddy's dog from destroying household furniture literally over night; and so now he was also a part of our interaction. 
I finally got the chance to ask the son, "One of the reasons this dog is angry is for a promise you made, but did not keep." Like an attorney questioning a witness I paced the floor, while asking, "Don't you belong to a fraternity?" 
"Yes!" he said in astonishment flashing a probing glance at his mom to see if she'd told me that, to which she non-verbally responded, "I didn't say a word," by not speaking but simply shaking her head from side to side with palms facing upward while shrugging and smiling in equal surprise. 
"Also,..." I led in, "you promised the dog that you'd consider making him mascot of the frat house, but here's why you reneged ." I walked over to the dog who was sitting nearby, gesturing with my arm and hand in his direction drawing attention to his face. 
"He's got a touch of terrier. You know that kind with a bad reputation over here in the states, used often in dog fighting and protecting the stashes of drug lords? You're afraid that he has a hidden streak or instinct of terror, which is misinterpreting their unique brand of loyality into a stigma staining the entire breed." 
The son defended himself in saying, "but I've seen my dog get up to attack whenever I'm rough-housing with friends. How can I know?" 
"Well, he is loyal to you that's for sure and can be loyal to others too, if there's an understanding; and rough housing is kind of controversial behavior, which can be misleading to the dog. I guess the two of you will have to develop mutual trust." 
With that being resolved, we all continued interacting, getting to know one another, even the dog, with newfound clarity.