That was how they looked after a couple rescued them, foraging amongst a dump, dangerously malnourished and filthy. They cleaned them up. Then took time to find a good shelter for them. They managed to locate one and placed them there.

At a channeled session, the channeler asked me to ask myself, why a pet is good for me. “A dog? No, no, my mind denied instantly. I cannot have a dog. I will be slave to the dog. I would worry every time I leave her home alone and my last dog was overweight. It is hard for me not to share what I am eating though I know it is bad for the dogs. But the questiion pursued me. For the collective channeled, to suggest it, it is something good for me. After a few months, I asked him why a pet would be good for me. The response was, “It would fill the empty spaces in me.”

There are no empty spaces in me,” I thought to myself. “I am perfectly happy living alone. “

But because it suggested it and I know what it suggests can only be good for me, I started searching the net. One Sunday morning, I threw up my hands in despair. I do not know what I want, where to look…. when something urged me to keep looking. No, I am tired, my mind is tired and sick of looking but that something pushed me on. From experience, I knew if the spirit pushes me on. there is something else. That was when I saw the two “sisters” or so I thought.

Later, I learned they are not sisters but a bonded pair. I emailed, expressing interest and thought no further on it. I had expected a phone call, and further process. They have to check me out, my house etc. I have ample opportunities to back out. But no, later that afternoon, the dog rescue called me, they could deliver the dogs in an hour.

In an hour? Wait. Not yet. Don’t you have to talk to me first? Check me out, check out my house, giving me ample opportunities to back out of it? Do I tell her that, stall the process or let them come. “Let them come,” my mind said and so an hour later, the two dogs were in my house.

Ginger came in, acting like it is already her home. Dogs are psychic, she must have known this will be her home. Mari followed her. They went into the back yard and loved it. I was talking to the owner of the dog rescue when Ginger came up to be and wanted to be picked up, then Mari. They adopted me.

Four months later, they are happy and I am happy. Apart from filling empty spaces in me I still do not know I had, they keep me grounded. I have no idea how but they do.