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Nyah Nyah Nyah's Profile
A sweet, (not so) little, old lady who: is a fat, freckled, wrinkled and gray headed; understands and lives by the Universal Truth: Chocolate is a gift from God; lives in the Beautiful South Carolina Low Country with her beloved Hubby, cats, goldfish; is originally from A-LAB-uh-ma; has an odd sense of humor; and is occasionally feral. ;^Ð™
Our most recent dog (rip) and I had an “angel encounter” the day Tootsie, the lab/chow girl, became mine. We already knew each other as each other’s backyard neighbor.
As far as Tootsie knew, I had dog-napped her from her home and was trying to make her go into a big scary building (Pet Smart pet store). She slipped out of her collar and ran into the street and its traffic. I had had a car wreck a few days before so I wasn’t able to catch her.
As Tootsie ran across a side road that led between shopping centers, a lady appeared to walk from the other (road) side of the Perkin’s™ on the sidewalk and held her hand out to Tootsie. She bent over a little to look her in her eyes.
Tootsie walked straight over to her, put her muzzle in her hand, sat down and listened very intently.
I called out to the lady to please hold on to her until I can get her! When I caught up to them, I told her, “Thank God you caught her!” The lady didn’t say anything but seemed to be chuckling, and waved as she walked away, across that side road That Suddenly Was Empty of Traffic!!
I held on to Tootsie and turned to sit beside her on the sidewalk and I looked up so I could see the lady and the thank her again. I’d seen her from the corner of my eye as she’d walked away. I didn’t see her anywhere. I spoke to Tootsie, saying, “Tootsie, it looks like you’ve got a guardian angle!”
I don’t have to “believe” in angels. I know they exist.