Animal Magnetism: My Life with Creatures Great and Small

Animal Magnetism: My Life with Creatures Great and Small

by Rita Mae Brown


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Animal Magnetism: My Life with Creatures Great and Small by Rita Mae Brown

Rita Mae Brown’s earliest memory is of the soothing purr of Mickey, her family’s long-haired tiger cat, who curled up and claimed a spot in her crib. From there, a steady parade of cats, dogs, horses, and all manner of two- and four-legged critters have walked, galloped, and flown into and through her world. In Animal Magnetism, the bestselling author shares the lessons she’s learned from these marvelous creatures as well as her deep appreciation for them. We meet Franklin, a parrot with a wicked sense of humor; R.C., a courageous Doberman who defined loyalty and sacrifice; Suzie Q, the horse who taught Brown the meaning of hard work; and of course the beloved and prolific Sneaky Pie, who needs no introduction to her legions of fans. As funny as it is poignant, Animal Magnetism shows how these inspiring creatures can bring out the best in us, restore us to our greater selves, and even save our lives.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345511805
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/21/2010
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 411,966
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.60(d)

About the Author

Rita Mae Brown is the bestselling author of numerous books, including Rubyfruit Jungle, The Hounds and the Fury, and the Sneaky Pie Brown mystery series.

Karen White has been narrating audiobooks since 1999, with more than two hundred to her credit. Honored to be included in AudioFile's Best Voices and Speaking of Audiobooks's Best Romance Audio 2012 and 2013, she is also an Audie Award finalist and has earned multiple AudioFile Earphones Awards.

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Chapter One

Money Isn’t Everything—Love Is

From the time I could put two thoughts together, I knew that I wanted a foxhound of my very own. My grandfather (PopPop) and great-uncle Bob Harmon had kept American foxhounds for years and I was crazy about them. But my dad, granddad, and great-uncle thought that at six, I was too young to handle American foxhounds. They are tremendously sensitive and possess phenomenal drive. So they decided on a Chesapeake Bay Retriever for my first puppy, my first training experience. Turned out to be a wise choice, for they are easy dogs.

Chaps, along with PopPop’s hounds, taught me how to communicate with dogs. More importantly, he taught me about love. He also had a great sense of humor. He’d steal my baseball glove, he’d bring me what were to him treats (a deer leg), plus if a puddle of water presented itself, he’d dive in. He always wanted me in the puddle, creek, or river with him.

I learned not to doubt Chaps. His senses, keener than mine, proved an early warning system. He’d lift his head, open his nostril, and gather information. Or, like the foxhounds, he’d put his nose to ground.

Not until I was in my late teens did I realize I understood dog communication, thanks to Chaps, and thanks to PopPop and G-uncle (G for Great) Bob. Canines, cats, and horses have many more ways to communicate than we do. Ears swivel, pupils dilate or contract, hackles rise or fall, tails wag or stand straight out, and the range of sounds they absorb and react to is wide. Their acute hearing picks up a tiny gurgle from a mouse as well as the snort of a stag a quarter of a mile away. Fortunately for me, hearing is my strongest sense, nudging into the cat and canine range but still well beneath their powers. When I was five I heard things. Mother thought I was expressing imagination. Finally, she took me to a doctor for tests. She realized then that I wasn’t making things up.

Chaps, born into the long-standing contract between humans and dogs, played his part. I learned to play mine. He’d run ahead, stop, look at me, and say, “It’s safe up to this point.” Most people don’t realize what their dogs are telling them when they run ahead and stop. Now, this isn’t true with a pack of foxhounds, although it can be true with a foxhound kept as a pet. Their job is to put those noses down and pick up scent. But pets, the dogs that live with people, continually warn, protect, look out for their owners. So often the owners don’t get it.

The human part of the contract is this: you share food, nurse them when they’re sick, give them a warm, clean place to sleep, and a quiet passage out of life when they become too feeble or face pain.

As I was learning all of this I was loving every minute of it. I found I could communicate with animals better than with people. Actually, I didn’t communicate with people, at least not grown-ups, for I am of that generation that was sternly instructed, “Don’t speak unless spoken to.” Most of my childhood was spent silently observing, good practice for a writer. Good manners taught me silence and the animals taught me to observe without judgment. If an adult noticed me and began a conversation—usually with “How’s school?” or “How’s Chaps?”— then I could reply. However, I was not to ask questions. That would be rude. I could question the family (within reason) but no one outside of the family.

Chaps could smell emotional states. We give off scent but our olfactory organ is poor, so we can detect stinky sweat, the sweat of fear, or the opposite, cleanliness, or fragrant flowers, but not much more. Consider that a foxhound has about one hundred million scent receptors. You and I bump along with ten million. We can’t imagine the texture, the medley of odors that an ordinary canine can process, understand, act upon. They even have the ability to process how long ago scent was laid. It’s a dazzling gift the gods have given them.

They have another great gift: the ability to love. Chaps loved me, even when I was distant and just walking down a dirt road, oblivious to his overtures. He loved me when I was mean, which wasn’t often. He didn’t require that I be beautiful (good thing), smart, witty, or a fascinating conversationalist. He loved me and I loved him.

I taught Chaps to retrieve using duck wings. PopPop brought me a duck wing that one of his duck hunting buddies gave him, since he knew I wanted one. He tied it to a fishing line and gave me his old fly rod. I’d cast the wing, then reel it in. Soon, for he was a smart fellow, Chaps would run after the wing if I cast it. I had to put a little sinker on it because the wing was so light it just fluttered. With the sinker I could send it out there. When Chaps dropped the wing at my feet or let me take it from his mouth, I’d give him a little treat. Mother cooked up meat treats, then dried them. Now these things are available commercially.

This is not to say I can train gun dogs, but I could probably learn. Chaps showed me the basics. Dad said I could sell him for seventy-five dollars, which was a lot of money. PopPop Harmon praised me. I’m not sure I did all that much, since retrieving was bred into Chaps, but I lapped up the praise. I didn’t want the money. I cried. I begged Dad to let me keep Chaps. He did. Mother said I’d never learn the value of a penny if I didn’t earn some—this coming from a woman whose money burned a hole in her pocket. But she loved Chaps, too, so Mickey, Chaps, and later Tuffy, another tiger cat, and I lived together until Chaps, at the age of five, developed a liver condition.

He was so young. I knew enough to understand it would be cruel to keep him going when he’d only go downhill. Once again we visited the vet by the Mason-Dixon Line, only this time Dad drove us. I accompanied my friend. He kissed me. Surely he knew this was an act of grace. I cried. I couldn’t help it, and God bless him, the vet cried, too. Chaps left earth peacefully and without pain. The force of grief as well as gratitude was beginning to be part of my emotional development.

I know I do not have as big a heart as Chaps or most any dog. Humans don’t. We are cursed with ego, selfishness, and ignorance, overlaid with arrogance. We try. At least some of us do. If I could love to the level of Chaps, I reckon I’d be a saint.

Chaps, while he taught me how to communicate with dogs, taught me most about love. I can’t live without the love of dogs. I don’t know how anyone can.

Table of Contents

Introduction xi

Money Isn't Everything-Love Is 3

Animals Can Save Your Life 9

Courtship and Mating 17

Every Animal Has a Gift 23

The Purpose of Plumage 29

Mother's Gift of Nature 35

My first Horse, Suzie Q 41

Natural Selection 55

Animals Bring Out the Best in Us 63

The Pecking Order 73

Love Restores 81

Betting on Horses 91

New Horizons 105

Learning to Adapt 115

Don't Judge a Dog by Its Appearance 123

Humans Learn to Compromise 127

Finding My Way 135

Pretty Is as Pretty Does 145

The Thrill of the Hunt 155

A Bicycle Built for Two 169

Wisdom 177

Stand and Fight 185

A Home Run 197

Let Go of the Pain, Hold On to the Memory 205

Gimme That Old-Time Religion 213

Birds of a Feather 221

Acknowledgments 235

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"White's reading deftly displays a wellspring of genuinely tender affection and respect, reflecting bittersweet poignancy and joy." —-Booklist Audio Review

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Animal Magnetism: My Life with Creatures Great and Small 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like animals, you will thoroughly enjoy reading this book. Rita Mae Brown pulls you in as though you were having a conversation with her on your front porch, sipping iced tea and laughing at her glorious sense of humor about all manner of creatures, humans included. Her writing style is delicious; you won't want to put it down until you've read the whole thing.
readerjan More than 1 year ago
Rita Mae Brown has such a wonderful way with animals and it comes out in her stories. This was a very unique book and not only do you learn a lot about animals but about her.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having read almost all of Ms Brown's books, I found this one exceptionally interesting. Her comments on life, politics and 4 footed friends make one think. I have lent it to my sister, but expect to have it returned so that I may read it again. Each of the chapters has something to think about: death, friendship, and a fine understanding of animals both domestic and wild. These animals are not represented as people, they are animals doing what animals do, but Ms Brown has such a great understanding of them that each animal becomes a personality to the reader. At the moment, I have 3 cats each of which has a distinct personality. And although some who don't listen to their animals wouldn't understand, Squeak and I often play hide and seek and other games. When I pull out a suitcase to travel, she will go and lie in it - doesn't want me to leave, or wants to come along. (At the moment Squeak is trying to assist me in this review, just as Sneaky Pie often helps Ms Brown with her writing.)
Frisbeesage More than 1 year ago
Animal Magnetism is a simple, straightforward account of the animals that have inhabited Rita Mae Brown's life. The stories of the cats, dogs, horses, birds, and foxes (there is even an opossum!) that have touched her reveal life lessons that all animal lovers can relate to. Brown often gets on her soap box about issues such as animal abuse, government, and city life, but she does it in such a down to earth, humble, and direct way that it is hard to disagree with her. The love and appreciation she feels for all animals shines through and the animals themselves will touch your heart. The story of Susie Q, the draft horse that taught Rita Mae to ride, reminded me of my own experiences as a child and the story of Tack, her loving and courageous dog, literally brought me to tears. As much as I loved the animals in these stories, I also loved the opportunity to learn more about Rita Mae Brown herself. She reveals herself in this book and proves she is a person worth getting to know.
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This new camp?
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DawnOH More than 1 year ago
I love all her books so it was interesting to see what events in her life influenced her writing. Her comments on our government and animal welfare are straight forward and thought provoking. I surprisingly enjoyed this book vey much.
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