Wow, Phil.  Having been there and seen those steps . . . yes, a miracle! 
Thank you Lord!

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Carol
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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Monday, July 17, 2006 6:30 AM
Subject: Where Is An Angel When You Need One?


> Late this evening, one of our dogs was jumping at the gate we have 
> entering
> our kitchen.  This generally means, I want a drink right now.  Sandy has a
> watering thing for the dogs that is stainless steel.  It is a two both
> frame.  Anyhow, I was headed that way anyhow, so I let Jack into the 
> kitchen
> and waited around for him to get a sip of water.  He did nothing but walk
> around.  I finally went over and checked the water bowls to see if they 
> were
> empty.  One was, almost, and the other was about a third full.  I figured,
> as finicky, as Jack is, he probably wanted fresh cool water.  We don't 
> have
> much of that lately with it being over 90 when it is still midnight and 
> that
> is mighty unusual for Denver.  So, being the dog lover that I am, I fill 
> up
> the bowls for him.  He stands around with his teeth in his mouth acting
> like, Hey, what's the big deal.  I don't need water.  Then it dawned on 
> me.
> He had heard Gretchen come in and since he likes Gretchen, she was his
> original owner until she no longer wanted to take care of him, he wanted 
> to
> see her.  I tried getting him to come back out of the kitchen passed the
> baby gate but he would have none of it.  He knew Gretchen was some place.
> So I went back into the house, main part of the house, for something.  I
> can't remember what I was doing.  So, a couple of minutes later, you see, 
> I
> decide to go back out to my computer because Sandy needed me to look up an
> email address.  As I passed through the kitchen, I opened a half door 
> which
> has three steppes leading down toward the basement.  If you turn right and
> step down one step, you are in my office.  If you turn left, you go down a
> flight of stairs to the basement.  The dog watering bowls are back in a
> corner but it is sort of a close fit passing by these bowls sometimes and
> through to this door for my office.  somehow, and I'll never know how, my
> foot caught this holder which holds two dog watering bowls, and before I
> knew it, I was going over the first step, dragging the water bowls and
> spilling them all over my feet, floors, and steps.  It is, I guess, a
> miracle I did not fall down the steps.  So maybe the angel was really 
> there
> after all.  I love being blind.
>
> Phil.
>
>
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