Gabriella
Saw the dog outside Walmart
in South Carolina. The owners
were trying to give away
the St. Bernard/Retriever mix.
Mom, Granny, Sondra and Lee
had all told me to get a dog
for protection as I traveled alone.
I didn’t want the bother.
Besides, she was too big
for my small motor home.
Down the road in North Carolina
there in the city park
was the same dog!
I talked to the family
who had picked her up in South Carolina.
After adopting the animal,
they had discovered
one of their children
was allergic to dog dander.
I admired the dog’s orange coat
and gentle brown eyes
and considered taking her then.
But they had planned to take it to the shelter,
and I figured they could find a better home.
I crossed over into Tennessee,
to say I was there,
then up to Virginia.
I spied an animal shelter,
and feeling a little guilty
for not helping a dog in need,
I stopped in to volunteer my services.
They said what they really needed
was someone to take a dog
that a family had brought in.
The shelter they first tried had been closed,
so they brought it with them to Virginia.
Sometimes God whispers.
Sometimes He shouts.
I took the dog.
The next day
in Washington D.C.
a hooded man
grabbed my purse
but found himself on his back
with a very large dog
atop his chest.
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