Dog Spirit

OK I know I was going to bed, but I was quick reviewing my RSS and caught a post I'd missed on Mark's cool Mindblogging. It reminded me of a short little experience I oughtta mention somewhere.

It was Spring of the year 2000 and I moved to NE OK, flat edge of the Ozarks, to live near my dad and grandmother. I was still moving in -- delivered but not unpacked. Ry was with her grandma, my dad was outside somewhere doing yard work and I'd spent the morning putting dishes away out of boxes, and was worn out.

I went into my bedroom, which had nothing in it but my mattresses, and literally fell face down on top of them to just get a nap. After what seemed an instant I stood up, feeling fine all the sudden. I turned to the window behind me, which had no curtains, and looked out at the backyard. There was no fence to the left of us, and our backyard was open to many other yards and the grass alley between the rows of houses here.

Some man was playing with his dogs in my backyard. That seemed a bit odd, but the dogs were loose so I guess I figured they'd just kind of mosey'd on over from some other yard. He was running and leaping and turning and they were leaping all over, from full grown to puppies, and there was such a sense of joy about it all.

I thought, how interesting that they are all black, like the same kind of dog -- he must raise those kinds of dogs.

And then I realized that I couldn't hear the dogs. I mean they were just feet away from my window, barking and leaping in delight with this guy, but I couldn't hear anything at all. I thought, now that is so odd!

I looked at the fellow, who was turned away from me, and as if drawn by my attention he turned and looked at me.

I was totally shocked. His face was covered with black dog-fur! Not like a dog head, or well sorta, but his head and features were human, it's just that his skin was like a dog's back and maybe his eyes were a bit offbeat.

HE was totally shocked too apparently! It was obvious he couldn't believe I could SEE him, or maybe he was just amazed to see ME, but in any case, we spent a couple of full seconds just staring at each other open-mouthed in utter astonishment.

Just at that instant, my father started the chainsaw and I was nearly thrown back in my body.

I wondered if I'd dreamed that. It felt much more OBE though. I was so mad that dad had chosen that moment to interrupt one of the coolest experiences!

After that I kinda wondered about what we don't see, and the stories of people with animal heads and stuff like that.