Want to Talk to Your Pet? Then Call The Animal Psychic


There is someone who can actually tell you what your pet has been trying to say all along.

Jackie Weaver has always had an affinity with animals; she had often been aware of their thoughts and feelings but didn’t really know why. Through her work she has changed the lives of countless animals. She listened to them, relayed what they said to their owners, and helped transform their lives. Much of her work is because people simply want to hear what their animal has to say, and Jackie gives them a voice. Jackie says that, “Animals are just like little people in different bodies and know so much more than you would ever have dreamed of.” Here she tells us about how she helped Paul McKenna talk to his beloved pet.

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Jackie Weaver and Stan the cat

If someone said to me five years ago that I would be referred to as, ‘The Animal Psychic’, I would not have had a clue what they meant, or why that would be. I had an inkling about the fact that people could get information from animals but never in a million years thought we could actually have a conversation with them. I say, conversation; it is a telepathic conversation, but not really a lot different from a person using a mobile phone and hearing what another being has to say. The obvious difference is that the animal’s voice is not heard out loud, but conveyed to people’s minds, very much like a thought. You can’t see them, touch them, but thoughts are real to us; we have them every day. This wonderful, and extremely, fulfilling work is not without its sceptics and quite rightly so. I am the type of person that if told something that, to be honest, sounds incredulous; I too would be looking for proof. It was a chance comment by someone who said, “If celebrities believed in it, then everyone would!” Oh, if only that were true, but I understood her sentiments and it planted a seed in my mind. Through the help of the celebrity platform I just know that it will spread the word that being able to communicate with animals is completely, and utterly, true!


Paul McKenna (an English hypnotist and author of self-help books) had moved to the sunnier climes of Los Angeles. Paul’s manager, Clare Staples, shared a house with Paul, and she organised a meeting on Skype for me to talk to Paul’s Great Danes, Mr Big and Bentley. Bentley was 2½ years old, and Mr Big was aged 8 years old. These dogs were huge and Bentley came the left with a swift lurch he tried to launch himself into full view. “That’s the first thing Bentley showed me!” I exclaimed, and Bentley added that he knew he was big but it is good fun! I quickly told Paul that Bentley’s opening line to me was, “I am really funny and I like my presence to be known!”

“That’s him alright,” Paul laughed. We let Bentley take the lead in the chat and he made us laugh as he really came across like a naughty schoolboy admitting that he really didn’t look where he was going! I felt he really didn’t quite get the gist that he was enormous but thanked Paul for letting him have his freedom. Paul totally understood the ‘freedom’ bit. Paul was lax with him and didn’t mind his in-your-face attitude. I said that Bentley didn’t seem to think before he acted, he just blundered in and without a care in the world!

“Oh yes,” replied Paul, “even snakes he will run up to with an ‘Oh yeah, what have we here?’ Attitude and he will even chase the coyotes too! On the subject of large animals Clare wanted to know what he thought of the horses. His reply, “They smell!” Paul said he really did have a concern and hoped I could help him with it. “It is about his foot,” he said. “He has had such persistent trouble with it and, having had course upon course of antibiotics which didn’t work, as a last resort the vets recommended they amputate the toe, which they have. Bentley was indicating to me that is was his right front foot Paul was talking about. The problem was Bentley kept licking it as he had done before the operation and if he wasn’t careful he was going to make it sore and weepy once again.

I asked Bentley why he was doing it and he explained that there was a bit of a ‘tingling’ sensation which was encouraging him to do it. It certainly wasn’t sore but at present, he had not got used to the feeling so was drawn to it. Paul said that he had been doing ‘tapping’ on him. This is a method that involves tapping on certain areas of the body (often the forehead) and on acupressure points and it can have amazing results. Paul asked me to ask Bentley whether it was having any effect. Bentley’s reply was, “It keeps my mind off it!” I am not sure if that was the reply Paul expected but he thought it was positive and would continue as he felt it was making a difference.

Paul told me that Bentley was good at the vet but could not wait to get home. I thought it would be sensible to lean on this. So I said to Bentley, “If you keep doing that you’ll have to go back to the vet.” As all loving owners do, Paul wanted to know if Bentley was happy. On being asked, this was his reply, “Oh yes, I get to act the buffoon!”

“Oh that is so right,” Paul stated, “he is a buffoon.”

“But, a gentle one,” Bentley added. Paul expressed how much he adored him and said he wouldn’t change him for the world. Bentley also said he loved the way Paul would often say, ‘My boy, my boy, my boy’ to him, which he loved to hear. I knew that Paul was touched by hearing this term of endearment being repeated and acknowledged by his ‘boy’.

It is so lovely for me to be able to share these things with animal’s owners, and from that point in time, every time their owners use that phrase they really do know how special those actual words are. “I have another question,” said Paul. “What does he think of Mr Big?”

“He can be rather aloof, you know,” was his quick retort.

“Absolutely!” Paul chortled and Clare, who was in the background throughout, said, “That is so right, that is him. He is just like a cat sometimes— nose up with an air of ‘Err yes” said with a rather plum accent!”

I had to quickly point out that having tuned into Mr Big earlier that his introductory line to me was, “I am the most inoffensive dog you would ever wish to meet. I am soft and gentle and just lovely!”

That rendition was met with a, “Oh, that is so him. Oh Mr Big!” by a very enthusiastic Clare who called him to come and take his turn in the proceedings.

Bentley says his chance during this communication is to let the world know, “That although we are big, we’re as gentle as lambs!” I rounded off the conversation by thanking him for chatting and he wanted me to tell Paul on his behalf that, “I want for nothing, my life is full of love and excitement.” Definitely one very happy and contented dog!


William Roache, an actor on Coronation Street, and his daughter Verity have three dogs. Out of the kitchen they bounded and greeted us with great enthusiasm. Little Poppy, who had told me herself that she was beautiful, ran up with her tail wagging and greeted us like long lost friends. She, the mere baby of the pack at five years old, was closely followed by the boys, Harry and Oliver, ten and eleven, respectively. They were all related but looked so very different.

Poppy was a very small little girl, with the cutest little tan and white face and a white body. Harry was the usual Jack Russell size and stature, black and white with spots flecking through his coat. As for Oliver, he was really large by comparison, was tri-coloured and had the most amazing large ears that looked like they would billow in the wind like sails on a yacht. He also was the most vocal of the bunch, barking and running back and forth, which William immediately commented on and said he would like me to speak to him about this noisy behaviour. With perfect timing, they heard Verity arriving and dashed off to the other side of the house to greet her. Verity quickly put the goodies in the fridge that she had bought for lunch then came and sat down with us.

Poppy said, “I am very beautiful, they tell me that!”

With a big smile from William and a gasp from Verity as she declared,“We, do, we do!”

“I can be a bit bossy towards the boys,” and showed me the look she had perfected to get her message across. This was also well received with confirming nods. “I have to watch my weight as I can put it on quite easily!” With that comment Verity burst out laughing and told me that she is always saying to her that she can’t have too much to eat for that very reason.

Poppy declared that she was impatient and didn’t like to wait but also that she could ignore people if she happened to be ‘doing her own thing’. Poppy also said as she was small, she felt she had to assert her authority! “I am a little girl but I won’t be having any little girls myself,” she said. My logical brain immediately thought that meant she had been spayed and I said that with the comment. However, actually, as William explained, she had not been neutered, but because she was such a small dog, they had decided they would not risk her having any puppies and pointed out that the boys had been ‘done’ so there would be no problem there. I could see that William and Verity were quite amazed by the fact that Poppy had obviously listened to a discussion about it and seemingly accepted it, but also that she was passing this information to me.


After expressing how much she was loved and adored being cuddled I asked her if there was anything she wanted to say to William. “Yeah, Dad. What’s with all the books here there and everywhere?” Complete with the knowledge that he seems to start one book, and then go to another and sometimes never getting back to the original. This was met with such laughter with Verity nodding and saying, “Yes, Daddy, you do, you do!”

With that, Poppy placed herself right in front of William and begged with her paws going up and down. “Paws, Daddy, paws,” she was saying and William obligingly leant forward and touched her paws. I think that is as close to a doggy-handshake as one could get, bless her. I asked if she had any advice for Verity and she was quick to reply, “Bold, Verity, bold! Bold is beautiful!” This we assumed was to do with Verity’s design work and Verity did say that she tended to work with pastels but lately had changed direction and was pushing into the ‘bolder’ realms.

Verity asked me to ask if she was happy (this being the most popular question I hear from all loving owners). She was. One very valid question was to check that she didn’t feel like she was deprived by not having masses of long walks and also being left at home whilst they were out working. “Most definitely not!” was her emphatic reply, and with that she showed me her, and the boys, running round and round the garden and also informed us that smells and mousing were just as entertaining as any walk could be. She was absolutely fine about being at home and that they amuse themselves. Poppy gave me the urge to smile, and I pointed this out that she just made me feel like smiling—she was one very happy little dog.

We talked with Poppy about Lucy the cat that sadly had gone to Heaven just a week before my visit. Poppy offered me the age, eighteen, (which she was) and informed us Lucy was “with the other cats” which I took as meaning in Heaven. William was pleased to hear that and said they had had many cats over the years so it was lovely to hear that they were now re-united. Another question that got covered was what she thought of meeting dogs she didn’t know. She immediately said she felt rather defensive, overwhelmed and intimidated by them, which is exactly what William had thought himself.

Finally Poppy told us that it is nice for a dog to watch life flowing along and following what is happening in people’s lives. I thought that was very apt as I have learned through being an animal psychic that they know so much more than just what is happening in their presence.

We moved on to Harry. His opening line was a classic…“I am kinda like the director! If I were a person, I would wear a waistcoat!” Harry informed us that he might look old but he is in good physical shape and that he likes “really good food.” Harry then went way back in time and told me he thought that to get him as a pup really was a spur-of-the- moment decision.

“Yes,” Verity agreed, “He was. Mummy suddenly decided to get me a puppy for my birthday, so she quickly located a breeder and that is how we got him.”

He said he was not an over-demanding chap and just fits in, sitting back watching what is happening. Verity just happened to brush one of his feet with her hand. He quickly turned round at her with a look of, “Oy, don’t touch my feet!”

“Jackie, can you please ask him about that. Why does he not like his feet being touched?” I put the question to him and got a very simple answer – it gives him a horrible, not ticklish but similar, sensation which he really does not like. He did chew his feet and lick his legs slightly but was quick to assure us he was not lame, there were no scabs and there was nothing the matter with him.

Verity had one very quick question. “We leave the television on when we are out, does he like it?” Adding, “It is on the style channel.”

Harry replied, “Does she think we watch it?” He conceded that it made a welcome noise in the background and was okay with him. So, after having such a lovely conversation, Harry gave us his answer as to what he thought his contribution to the world of animal communication showed. “It proves that we can all live in unison and still be different characters. And also… we can pretend to be asleep!”

bulldog-1047517_960_720Now Oliver. William said that he thought Oliver was nervous, but Oliver who was listening intently was quick to come back with, “I am not nervous, just hypersensitive. Okay, I admit it – I scream like a girl!”

“Oh, yes, he most certainly does,” came the retort from Verity and with that William. Oliver was known for barking when people come into the house. Although he did stop after a while William wanted to know why he seemed upset. Oliver pointed out that his tail would be wagging whilst he was barking and so he didn’t think he was exhibiting fear, just excitement.

“Yes, yes,” Verity whooped, “I have been Oliver’s champion defender for years as I have always thought it was a form of excitable behaviour and I was right!” Oliver also went to lengths to point out that if he was afraid of something, he would cower (which apparently he does if he gets a fright) and he certainly does not do this when barking at the door or visitors. The barking at the door bit we tried to address. William wondered if he was afraid of the doorbell by his loud reaction. Again no, in fact, he thought the postman was exciting as he brings things to the house and also pointed out that it was only nice people that came there anyway. The main reason for barking on hearing people at the door, we were informed, was quite simply, “That people need to know we are here. Some dogs you can’t tell what to do!”

“About Oliver and other dogs,” William broached. “Just don’t even try,” was Oliver’s response. We had got the gist by now but I still asked him to clarify what his barking was about. He admitted it was quite a hysterical, “Keep away, just keep away!” effort. We did have a discussion about how to handle the worry it was causing William about the reactions of the three terriers on a walk if they saw another dog. We set a plan into action, that instead of getting worried/panicky, simply put into practice – all dogs on the left hand side and let’s walk straight on by.

I assured all three that they were safe and that William and Verity would never let any harm come to them. William said he was pleased to find out (apart from with stranger’s dogs) that Oliver was actually not of a nervous disposition but just displays overexcitable behaviour and he would see it like that from now on. ■

 You can buy the book, Celebrity Pet Talk by Jackie Weaver, on Amazon. To have a session with Jackie log on to her website: animalpsychic.co.uk.

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