January 24, 2015

I met the owner of a large husky, as I often do
when I'm out walking, with Dakota.  As I always
do, I gave Dakota three milk bones, and then
showed him my empty hands, telling him that's
all I had for him today.

I continued chatting with the owner, and Dakota
wandered a few feet away, sitting down in the
snow, facing completely away from us.

Without making any gestures or changes in the
tone of my voice, or saying Dakota's name, I
calmly said, "OK, I'll take pity on you ..."
intending to say also "... and give you another

I didn't get that second part said, because
Dakota WHIRLED around and ran right up to me
with his tongue hanging out!  I gave him his
treat, and was FLOORED that he knew my intent
before I ever got the chance to speak it, and
with no verbal and body language clues what-

I suspect that Dakota was psychically picking
up my intention, rather than understanding my
English, because there was nothing in my
spoken sentence fragment that was clearly
related to him.

February  6, 2015

It gets fairly cold on a regular basis in the
wilderness village where I live.  It's not
uncommon for nighttime temps to be in the
range of zero Fahrenheit (-18C) or a few below,
during a good part of winter.

A few years back, I met a lady at our local
shopping mall named Laurel.  I went there daily
for a coffee, as did many retirees.

Laurel had a small, almost-white German shepherd
named Colin, whom she brought to the mall each
day, and tied him up outside.  Colin did not have
the bulky, heavy fur as huskies do, and many of
us regulars became very concerned that this dog
was being abused.

We persuaded Laurel to tie Colin up between the
inner and outer doors to the mall.

While this was a major improvement, I, for one,
felt it was cruel to walk Colin a mile or so to
the mall when the outside temps were below zero
Fahrenheit.  Taking a dog out to do his business,
fine, but then take him or her back inside.

We regulars remained friendly with Laurel, even
after we urged her to bring Colin in between the
inside and outside doors.  But I was not particu-
larly close to Laurel - just a "good morning,"
usually, maybe a comment about Colin.

Laurel didn't know much of anything about my
activities, as best I knew.

One day, I noticed a pile of winter coats for
dogs on sale, as the winter was ending.  I spotted
a beautiful sheepskin coat in Colin's size at a
very low price.  I bought it, intending to give it
to Laurel when I next saw her.

I didn't see Laurel at all for perhaps three weeks,
and was very disappointed.  But I kept the dog coat
in my backpack.

Then one Sunday, after the service, we had gone
down into the basement hall for coffee and fellow-

Lo and Behold!  Who should come walking down the steps
into the church basement but Laurel!

She said she had stopped in to say goodbye to me,
because she was moving!  I was flabbergasted because
I had no idea she even knew I went to church, or

I was delighted to be able to get that coat to her for
Colin, especially since Laurel was moving to a village
much further north, and colder.  Laurel was delighted
too, telling me she was stunned that anyone would think
to give a gift to Colin.

Since that day, I can't explain this event as anything
but God's reaching down and helping a deserving dog out!


The story behind this picture is:

Every day - at the same time - she [the dog] waits for 
him.  Sometimes she barks to call him.

He [the cat] comes; they rub and greet each other and 
then go for a walk.

They have done this for 5 years and no, they don't 
belong to the same owners.

The owners didn't know until neighbors, seeing them 
together so frequently, commented to the cat's owner, 
who then followed the dog home and discovered it was 
a distance away, not in a house close by or next door.

How it started no one knows.

Wouldn't it be great to have friends like this always 
there, no words needed, they just intuitively recognize 
the value of each other in their lives and act