phil.  thank god you were ok!  i was kind of chuckling tomyself though cuz i 
could see myself doing the same thing.  praise god you weren't hurt!
Jenifer gilley
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble 
remembering how to fly."
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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, July 17, 2006 1:30 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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