If the economy ever really fails, and/or if Arnold gets his way, I think I could make a living as a pet psychic.
After all, there will still be rich people in the area. They will be in need of somebody to help them spend their money. And the pets I've known have usually been willing to perk up a bit for a 15% cut.
My Rosey-dog does cartwheels for a 15 cent dog bone.
Posted by: Sue | July 29, 2008 at 10:57 AM
You could bill yourself as "Pam: Pet Empath" and, like a good psychic, you don't have potential clients seek you out, you'd find them forthwith. You'll knock on doors and when the owners open the door you make a wry face and say "I'm sensing a profound ambivalence about your pet and their new sleeping basket" or "I can tell you've recently quarelled about dry versus wet food for dinner..."
Within a year you'd be able to retire to Grass Valley and open up the tattoo parlor we've been discussing for decades (or so it seems).
Posted by: Anthony | July 29, 2008 at 11:17 AM
I'm assuming you read the SN&R a few weeks ago?
Posted by: Jennifer | July 29, 2008 at 02:15 PM
No, I didn't. But here it is:
http://www.newsreview.com/sacramento/Content?oid=45346
Her answers were precious. Notice she doesn't answer tough questions before the interviewer answers _for her_. Then all she has to do is agree, and she takes all the credit. A real pro.
Posted by: pam | July 29, 2008 at 02:24 PM
Pet psychic always remind me of the comic strip where the dog is playing poker and everyone else folds. He says, "How did they know?" and the tail is wagging wildly.
Posted by: your mother | July 30, 2008 at 10:35 AM
Wait ... a tattoo parlor? Can I come play?
Posted by: Stephanie | July 31, 2008 at 05:47 PM