From: http://www.randomcollection.info DOG STORY PAGE "DAKOTA" 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 treat." 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- soever! 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. "A MINOR MIRACLE" 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- ship. 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 where. 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! "FRIENDS - CAT AND DOG" 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 accordingly!