When the first of my scottish terriers left his body, he showed right up to ‘work’ that morning, with a friend of mine, a professional animal communicator. Never missed a beat. She was surprised and tickled to learn he had dropped his body that day. He was helping her with her ‘clients’ who had fear of fireworks. Animals think they are stupid and flowers do a better job. Kirin (my scottie) was helping them to understand that they could adjust the volume on their ears and carry on. ;)