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IMPOSSIBLE? WE WERE THERE!
For many years, we had "rescued" Bullmastiffs. One of them, Bridget by name, had a typical Bullmastiff mindset, when it came to other dogs on "her" property. When introduced to another dog on their own "turf", or a "canine neutral zone", she was generally polite. Once in a while, we had to remind her of her manners, but, unless she was defending our home or business, she could be quite congenial. A few houses down from us, lived a family with a female boxer. My youngest, a teenager at the time, just loved to take our dogs down there, to romp with her in their backyard. Brick, our male Bullmastiff at the time, was just a gentleman, through-and-through. Bridget, always had to be convinced that it was all right to romp and play, and then, she'd relax. On our property - she was a "beast of a different color". She was a dark black and tan brindle Bullmastiff; short, squat, and powerful, she weighed in at about 130 pounds. Bridget looked about as broad as she was tall, and provoked - she could be a formidable foe. The dogs went to work with me, every day, at our fine jewelry store. In the morning, I was in the habit of checking outside, to make sure there weren't any other dogs out-at-about, before I put the dogs, in the van. That "check" saved a lot of aggravation, trying to get Bridget steered in the direction of the vehicle. One sunny morning, I was almost to the van, with Bridget. She had on her usual heavy duty choke collar, and a strong, short chain leash. I had to have her under control - she weighed a lot more than I did, and if she got a notion in her head, no amount of training would head off her mad dash to have her own way. Unnoticed by me, the neighbor was walking by, with her female boxer. Before I knew what was happening, Bridget was going after the other dog. I pulled with all of my might, to get her off the boxer, and lo, and behold! All I had in my hand was Bridget's leash - Bridget was free as a bird, still with her choke collar around her neck. How could that be? The clasp that attached to her choke collar was really sturdy - Bullmastiffs are one of the most powerful dogs that exist. I had to make sure we used strong collars and leashes. Nevertheless, Bridget's choke collar was not attached to the end of the leash! Well, where was all the tension on the leash coming from, then? I looked, and could NOT believe my eyes! Her chain, complete with the sliding lock clasp, was securely hooked through the choke collar of the boxer, along with the boxer's OWN leash - completely defying logic, the laws of physics, and common sense. I shall NEVER understand how that happened, and I shall never forget it, either! Three of us saw that - my neighbor, one of my daughters, and I.
E. T. 5-2010
Early one evening while stationed in Travis AFB, California, I phoned my mother in Florida. While attempting to tell how delighted I was at seeing the Lord's handiwork around me...the distraction began. A large fly of some sort had out of the blue begun doing "flybys"... and would not stop! Across my mind flashed that the beezled bub (Beelzebub) was the "lord of the flies" and knowing the name of his Lord, I excused myself from the phone. "Shut up in the name of Jesus!", I belted out, frustrated at the impertinent fly. And..it did indeed. In fact, not one buzz was heard and the conversation continued uninterrupted. While checking to ensure all was in order before leaving the room the next morning I found...that same fly. It was on the windowsill dead; a fitting end for attempting to hinder the telling of the good things that the Lord God has done.
B. Still 5-2010
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