`Helping your dog to feel calm`
Does your dog bark at everything and everyone ?
Is your dog constantly stressed and anxious ?
Does your dog suffer from separation anxiety whenever you leave the home ?
Did you know Hypnosis is proven to help dog`s settle down and calm them ?
I`ve had so many requests over the past 6 years as to whether I would Hypnotise peoples dogs that I decided to offer this service to dog owners.
Starting at just £60 for half an hour`s treatment your dog will be left feeling calm and relaxed.
Courses of Hypnotherapy can be bought and paid for in instalments. Ask for details.
Home visits preferred as it is better for your dog to be seen in his/her own enviroment.
Charges for travelling will be made for appointment requests outside of the PO post code area`s.
Please ask for costings.
I`m happy to travel across the UK & Channel Isles
I am fully insured to offer this service.
I have the following qualifications relating to animals
Pet First Aid & CPR
Dog Behaviour & Training
Pet Bereavement Therapy
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To book in your pet please call me on 01243 430098
Please Note that NOT all dogs are suitable for Hypnosis.
This is why an initial Consultation is offered in the first instance.
It is also best to advise of any previous treatments or therapies you have sought for your pet.
Full Piece by Novelist/TV Presenter Sam Norman as quoted in The Mail On Sunday 23/10/2016
Dog Hypnotist By Samantha Norman Novelist
Spider is the naughtiest dog in West London.
I’m not proud of it. It’s simply a fact. There are other challengers to the title but none with Spider’s credentials. In fact, various friends have enthusiastically suggested she might even be a contender for “The Naughtiest Dog In The World” but I think that’s stretching it; suffice it to say though, she really is very naughty indeed.
She came in to my life --- and turned it upside down -- nearly four years ago. I was looking for something to cuddle now that my sons, Harry and Charlie are too grown up for that sort of thing. I wasn’t even dog less either. In stark contrast with Spider – I have a lovely, languid 13-year-old lurcher called Becks, universally adored and, by common consent, one of the nicest, most placid dogs in the business. But he is big and bony and self-possessed and just not the cuddling type.
So I decided to get another one, a puppy, something small, cute and controllable.
Nothing happened for a while and then I got a call from a lady in Shropshire, who was in possession of a litter of the sort of puppies I was looking for; half Norfolk terrier, half Jack Russell.
I should have known then: Double terrier, double trouble. It was a sign but I ignored it, others too -- it happens when you’re in the grip of puppy mania, -- like the fact that by the time she was only six weeks old she was already so naughty that her own mother had had enough and refused to feed her.
But, oh dear, she was beguiling: A tiny, lion-hearted black and tan bundle about the size of the palm of your hand.
It was love at first sight.
Almost from the moment she came home, she established dominance in our household; ebullient, wilful, unsanctionable, un trainable, she took the status quo by the scruff of the neck and shook it to pieces.The only time she was ever still was once, on my sister Emma’s lap. She convinced us that she’d fallen asleep but in fact was imperceptibly chewing a large hole in her cashmere jumper.
You see mischief runs through her like Brighton through rock and she is always, always the centre of attention. She insists on it.
“Can’t you do something about her? ” My father asked wearily after a long afternoon ministering to her. “She’s the most self-obsessed creature I’ve ever come across.”
So when, the other day, someone suggested I contact a lady called Mary Burgess, a dog hypnotherapist, one of only a handful in the country, I decided I might as well.
I can’t say I wasn’t sceptical or that my money wasn’t on Spider – after all, people have tried training her in the past and it’s never worked -- but. …There was something about Mary…
She came one morning, bringing her an air of warm authoritative competence.
Spider, as usual, was running in and out of the garden, trailing mud everywhere and demanding all manner of entertainment, but when she saw Mary she sort of stopped.
“Sit Spider.” Mary told her.
And Spider sat which was the first astonishing thing because the only commands she knows are: “No!” and “Stop it!” And she doesn’t respond to those.
Well, I thought, first round to Mary, but -- and herein lay the rub -- the aim of the session was to calm Spider down which I knew was impossible because she vibrates with an irrepressible energy like one of those battery adverts.
“I think we’re going to work very well together Spider.” Mary told her.
I looked down, she was still sitting, sitting! And looking at Mary with an expression that might even is construed as deference.
“I’ll start the hypnosis now.” Said Mary. She’s a former psychiatric nurse who found an affinity with dogs in the foster home where she was brought up.
She lifted Spider on to the sofa beside her, produced a laptop from her Mary Poppins style bag and began to play the sort of music they use on aircraft to keep the passengers calm.
“Now.” Mary said, massaging the scruff of Spider’s neck – a key pressure point for dogs apparently, it’s where their mothers’ pick them up -- speaking to her in a low undulating voice. “We’re going to imagine that we on a nice walk in the park with your friends.”
Spider only has one friend – she’s a bit ebullient for other dogs; nevertheless she was still sitting, quietly and calmly and, apparently, lapping it up.
A few moments later Mary said I should leave the room while they continued their work together unobserved.
When I came back Spider was laying on her side, wearing an expression of un-Spider like serenity and breathing calmly and rhythmically, not a hint of Vibration in sight.
My mouth fell open.
“Blimey!” I said,The transformation was astonishing.
Mary nodded,She’s used to astonishment, then uttered the words I thought I’d never hear.
“She’s really very good.” She said. “I’d like to take her home.”
People volunteer to take Becks home all the time but never Spider.
“Will it last?” I asked hopefully.
“Probably not.” Said Mary packing up her bag. “You’d need a few more sessions, maybe two, but after that it would.”
I was sorry to see Mary go. She’s lovely– but then she’s a human hypnotist too.
That afternoon Spider was the quietest and calmest she’s ever been – I even skipped our walk and got on with some work uninterrupted for once.
By the evening the effects had warn off and she was back to her old self but that’s ok because Mary’s coming back, I’m insisting on it.