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Impakter Ezine Features My Mutinous Boomer Dog Tales & More!

1 Mar


For several months I’ve been writing a column for Impakter Magazine called “Diary of a Positive Soul.” Not a title I would have come up with, but when they approached me about it, I found the concept irresistible! The point of the articles has been to explore not just how to be happy, but how to stay happy. Here is the latest in this series:


Remember the scene in “Young Frankenstein” when Gene Wilder is twisting fitfully in bed screaming, “Destiny! Destiny! No escaping destiny!”


Ha! I love that! But even though it makes for a great Mel Brooks joke, is it for real? Do you believe in destiny?

This is the second of a three part series on a favorite theme of mine: dogs! The first one was about our indomitable dachshund, Zack, which you can find here:

When the next dog came into our lives, the question of destiny entered into the picture, as you’ll see.

It all started when our son Matt was sixteen. We packed up and moved 650 miles away from the home he had lived in from the time he was born and he wasn’t happy about it, to say the least! So, like all responsible parents, we bribed him into cooperating. He agreed to move without too much of a fuss if we’d get him a Golden Retriever puppy. Fair enough. However, when we actually moved, we found it was better to rent a home while we got used to the area, which meant we couldn’t get a puppy. We were legitimately off the hook!

Fast forward two years and we bought the house we were renting. Matt didn’t miss a beat. No sooner had the ink dried on the loan than he reminded us of our promise. OK, OK, we’ll do it, and promptly began looking for a Golden Retriever puppy, only to find that the price tag was no less than $1,800! But a deal was a deal and we put our names in the pot for the next litter of puppies. Shortly after that we traveled back to our original home for a big family Thanksgiving celebration. One set of cousins brought a terrific dog they had adopted from an animal shelter. Matt fell in love with him and to our delight, on the long 650 mile drive back, he said that he hated for us to have to spend $1,800 on a Golden Retriever puppy (yeah, so did we…) when we could rescue one from a shelter and have just as good of a dog. We told him it was a brilliant idea and I was calling local shelters the next week.

It wasn’t long before we found a new batch of puppies that had literally been left on the doorstep of an animal shelter. One of these was a funny looking, floppy-eared, short-legged German-Shepherd-something with an enthusiastic long tail. It was love at first sight.


Matt named him Smokey McDoggerson!

When we brought the little fellow home it was not love at all for Zack. To him the young whippersnapper had way too much energy and was ridiculously friendly! And to make matters worse, he was already larger than Zack at only ten weeks old. Zack tried his best to ignore him. He was determined to have nothing to do with Smokey. Period.


A few weeks later we could see Smokey was having significant problems with his legs. He was hobbling and noticeably in pain. One of Smokey’s parents had clearly been a full-size German Shepherd, but the other part of his heritage was evidently a short-legged dog because one of the bones in Smokey’s front legs was growing faster than the other. He was going to need surgery immediately on both legs, no question about it. The cost? Yep. $1,800 on the nose! Exactly what we would have paid for a Golden Retriever puppy.

Was this a coincidence? It sure didn’t feel like it at the time. It felt inevitable. It felt like destiny. When the surgeon told us the price, we were nodding our heads, yes, we know, eighteen hundred dollars…

After surgery both of Smokey’s front legs were in casts, which was too much for Zack. His big heart got the best of him. He simply couldn’t hold a grudge any longer. He licked Smokey in the face and snuggled up next to him as if he’d been there all along.

The surgery worked, but he was still short-legged and always would be, even when he filled out to his full eighty pound adult weight, which makes him very odd looking indeed (in an incredibly handsome way!).


Now we’re back to the question of destiny. Obviously it was inescapable: we were going to spend $1800 on a dog for Matt no matter what! Ha!

Being “destined” to spend that money on a puppy was certainly not a life changing experience. It was one of those humorous moments in life when you think you’ve outsmarted fate ~ as if we could! But our personal destiny? That’s a big one for all of us. So, do I believe in destiny? Yes. And no…

In my experience it seems there can be a force at work in our lives if we let it. Call it Fate, Destiny, The Universe ~ I prefer God. I think of this force rather like a spiritual jet stream, invisible but very powerful and going in a specific direction. When I’m “riding the jet stream” as I call it, I feel completely connected to all that’s right and good for my life. When I’m not, I’m stumbling all over the place to find my way. When I lift up my spiritual “legs” and let this prevailing wind take me where I’m suppose to be, then yes, I’m in tune with destiny and it feels great!


Am I able to live like that all the time? Of course not. Invariably I choose to put my feet down, stubbornly stand my ground, refuse to feel the flow and BAM! What was that thing called “destiny”? It’s gone because I’ve obstinately chosen to do it all myself. The flow is still there somewhere, but I’m not part of it.


Today was one of those magnificent days that I was riding the jet stream. It feels wonderful and it’s my intention to ride it again tomorrow. It makes me extraordinarily happy when I’m carried along by my destiny, I feel connected to The Universe ~ to God. And that’s the point of it all, isn’t it? Figuring out how to be happy and stay happy. But that’s just me.

This isn’t the end of our destiny discussion, just the end for today. Next time you get to meet the funniest dog I’ve ever known: Shadow. AKA Stinker Bell! Until then, be as happy as you can possibly be ~ I insist!


Marsha Roberts, Author of “Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer and her Parable of the Tomato Plant” which can be found on Amazon here:

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There’s a Reason that Dog is God Spelled Backwards!

17 Oct

I’d love to be a dog for just one day, living in our house, being taken care of by me and my family. Now that’s the life! I’d have the best seat in the house, get my tummy rubbed whenever I wanted and could stretch my legs out and find the most comfortable position in the universe to sleep in. But most important, I’d be able to answer the nagging question: what are dogs thinking about? I mean, how do they know so many things?DH-Pic#1-Shadow

How does a dog know that when you’re packing your suitcase it means you’ll be leaving him for a while?

How did my dachshund Zack know when I had a migraine? It was the only time he was allowed on our bed and he would lay at my feet, occasionally carefully easing his way up towards my face to check on me, like a gentle nurse. Such a comfort.

What was Shadow thinking when a hummingbird zipped into our patio and hovered right in front of him? How did he know to be still and quiet? He was in wonderment as much as I was. A mystery.


What do dogs have to do with me as a writer? Everything. My dogs have been with me like great friends through good times and bad. They lay at my feet while I write and do silly things to make me laugh so I don’t take myself too seriously. I can’t imagine life without dogs, which brings me to my point: there’s a reason that dog is God spelled backwards. They are always there for me, loving me unconditionally and I don’t have to do anything to win their approval.


So many examples I could give, but I’ll start with how I came to write my first book. The incident that became my first “parable” was about a tomato plant (of all things!). I was in my garden breaking up some seriously hard ground. My dogs Smokey and Shadow thought this was very entertaining. Mom had finally revealed the dog within, on hands and knees, burrowing into the ground. Smokey, my floppy-eared German Shepherd mix, was satisfied to lay in the shade and watch (after carefully positioning himself where he could guard the perimeter!). But Shadow was not to be left out of this blissful endeavor. Our shaggy little version of a black lab exercised his rights as the perpetual puppy and with his goofy grin, happily joined in the digging.

DH-Pic#4-GoofyGrinAfter I had my unexpected moment with the tomato plants, my dog parade followed me back inside, always my buddies. They both snuggled close to me on the sofa as I wrote about what I had just experienced. Who knows? Perhaps their sweet innocence was part of the inspiration that was to come. Part of the magic. I like to think so.

When I wrote “The Parable of the Tomato Plant” I had no idea it would be the beginning of a book. It was written more like an entry in a diary, then I slipped it into a rarely used drawer and forgot about it. Several years later I found myself as lost as I had ever been. Like so many other people, we had been hit hard by the economy, and I was feeling pretty beat-up by life. Looking for something else entirely, I opened the small drawer and found those few pages tucked away, waiting for me. When I read the “parable” I cried, smiled at the ironies of life and felt more hopeful. My dogs breathed a sigh of relief as my mood lifted. Embedded in what I had written was a clue as to how to get my life back again.

Holding those hand-written pages I realized that it was a bit of a miracle that I had found the clue on that particular day, when I needed it the most. I wondered how many other clues were hidden away, tidbits of encouragement laying dormant. Over the coming months I would discover many other clues in the daily miracles of life. Valuable information previously unseen was there for me to uncover, like so much buried treasure. Signposts pointing the way.

And that’s how “Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer and her Parable of the Tomato Plant” began. When I came to the conclusion that I had a book inside of me that needed to be written, my dogs looked up at me with anticipation. With their keen doggie-sixth-sense, they knew something was afoot!

Albert Einstein said, “There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” My book is about what happens when I chose the latter:  real life collided with real miracles!

I would love to hear your thoughts on miracles and dogs and anything else that comes to mind. Feel free to leave a comment here or connect with me through my website or social media links. Have a wonderful day full of miracles and, of course, dogs!


Marsha Roberts, Author

Confessions of the Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer and her Parable of the Tomato Plant


Smokey McDoggerson & Shadow The Clown!

29 Mar

Here we are once again with Boomer Lit Friday! This week a reviewer said she especially liked the chapter “The Parable of Smokey in the Storm,” so I thought I would share with you a bit of a dog story from


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From Chapter 28: The Parable of Smokey in the Storm

This excerpt begins after our 18 year old beloved dachshund, Zack, had passed away, leaving not only us devastated, but also the great big two year old, short-legged-German-Shepherd-and-something-else named Smokey McDoggerson. To him, little Zack had been his father, and he went into a deep doggie depression…

We knew there was only one thing we could do.  We needed to get Smokey a puppy. And that’s how Shadow came into our lives.


Shadow looked like a small version of a black lab, only with shaggy fur, which came from his mother, who we knew was a Border Collie. Shadow was curious about anything and everything and would often go running off to explore something new and exciting. After all, it might play with him!


Smokey took to the big brother role earnestly and taught Shadow everything he knew. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t teach Shadow to Protect And Defend.  It was simply not in Shadow’s DNA.


Smokey was The Best Friend Dog and Shadow was The Comic Relief. Smokey would listen to your problems, turn his handsome head to the side like he was taking in every word. 


Shadow, with his tongue hanging to the side and a silly grin, just wanted to have fun!


Until a storm was coming…

Find out what happened with Smokey in the storm! My book is available as an ebook or in print from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and others. Direct links are on the Mutinous Baby Boomer website:

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Angels, Miracles and Dogs: The Thanksgiving Dog

4 Dec

Now that the big Thanksgiving push is over and before everyone is totally focused on Christmas, I wanted to share a true story that’s full of improbabilities (that I call miracles!), coincidences (that I believe are staged by angels!) and, of course – dogs!

Matt&Amber7-27-07My son Matt and his incredible wife Amber are unquestionably “Dog People.” They have two rambunctiously adorable canines named Precious and Depaula and would love to have a third one if they could find the right fit with their eccentric crew. Well, Depaula isn’t terribly eccentric, but Precious defines the word!

I’ll never forget the first time I met Precious. Matt and Amber had just bought her a few days before and they were bringing their new Boxer puppy over to meet us and our two dogs, Smokey and Shadow. I have to say that had not been a huge fan of Boxers. I tend to like dog faces that are hound-shaped, not squished! (sorry to all of you Boxer and Bulldog fans, but that’s what it looks like to me…) But Precious is something else all together and changed my view of Boxers forever. The thing is, she is just so female! In spite of her muscular build and her tongue that’s so long she can hardly fit the whole thing in her mouth, PreciousTounge-ashe exudes femininity! She even bats her eyelashes and, as Amber imitates her, like she’s saying, “But, I’m PRECIOUS! I’m beautiful! You just have to love me!”

However, that first meeting with Smokey was a no-go, nothing doing, you are not winning me over encounter. Maybe it was because Smokey had originally been Matt’s dog who eventually became “The Family Dog” Smokey8-09-aand so he stayed put when Matt moved out – so perhaps there was a little jealousy there. Regardless, he was not impressed with Precious and she was devastated.

Smokey is a short-legged, floppy-eared German Shepherd-and-something-else mix and all male. Precious did everything except stand on her head to get Smokey to like her. She flirted and when that didn’t work, she humbled herself and batted those big eyes at Smokey. His answer was to plop down on the floor with a disgusted Harrumph! Finally, when it was completely clear she was not going to get an ounce of affection from Smokey, she sat up proudly with her back to him and stuck her bottom lip out and pouted like a five-year-old princess, glancing at Smokey occasionally as if to say, “How can you do this to me? I’m Precious!” It was hysterical to see this puppy with her bottom lip out, pouting!

And that just begins to describe how eccentric Precious is. You’d swear she sees ghosts, she’ll go after a flash of light on a wall as if it were a critter that must be destroyed and no matter who is in the room, she is the most dominating personality and always the most energetic! Depaula is her partner-in-crime. Being a Pit mix, he’s a little larger than Precious, but he’s a gentle soul who seems to have been born to keep her company and calm her excited spirit down a bit. They are big buds.Precious&Depaula-a

Understanding the nature of Precious and Depaula is important if you’re going to be able to visualize the events surrounding The Thanksgiving Dog.

It all started at about 4:00 am the Tuesday morning before Thanksgiving. Matt is a musician and a writer, so he’s always kept odd hours. He had just gotten up and was going to let the dogs out. They live in a quaint townhouse with a front stoop and small fenced-in yard. The gate is always closed.

When he opened the front door there was a surprise waiting for him on the stoop: a large, unfamiliar dog laying there, shivering from the cold. He had the body shape of a Pit Bull and the coloring of a Dalmatian – one of his black spots went around his left eye, giving him a distinctive look. No way Matt was going to leave a dog out in the cold, so he brought him into the warmth and got him food and water. The Dynamic Duo of Precious and Depaula seemed to recognize the plight of a fellow pooch and didn’t argue the point.

It wasn’t long before Amber was up and they decided to take him over to the vet so the Stoop Dog could get scanned for a microchip to try and find his family. He didn’t have on a collar, but was clean and groomed and appeared to be so very well cared for that they thought he would probably be chipped. He wasn’t. So they took him in.

The three dogs dominated the living room as they worked at getting to know each other that day, but Matt got a kick out of it and thought they might be able to keep the Stoop Dog if they couldn’t find his family. Later, when he let the three-some out into the front yard to do their business, the new dog suddenly got excited about something and jumped the fence. This isn’t an easy thing to do because of the height, but he was strong and made it appear effortless. Matt figured he just wanted to try and find his home, so he let him go.

Ten minutes later, the big guy was back on their stoop again! At that point it was clear they had been “chosen” by this dog for some reason and decided it was the right thing to put up fliers and try and find his family.

During the day, Matt wrote us about what was going on, telling us what a “sweet guy” the Stoop Dog was and that the three of them got along pretty well, considering his sudden arrival! But, after awhile, Matt said the new dog seemed to get sad, laying his head down on Matt’s leg, looking up at him like he was waiting for something. I’ll let Matt (from his email) tell the story from here:

So Amber came home a bit early from work and we decided to take him to the local shelter, even though we really didn’t want to leave him there. We just figured he’d have the best chance of finding his family at the local shelter. I mean, that’s where I would first go if we lost one of ours. Anyway, we get in the shelter (a really nice one, in our county) and tell them we found this dog, and the woman goes “Well look who it is. You two just made someone’s day. His owner was in here this morning crying her eyes out because she’d been looking for him all night.” Sure enough, she pulled out the pictures that the woman had left and it was the very same dog. They put us in contact with her, and when Amber called and told her we found her dog and kept him safe all day, she about lost her mind crying and thanking us. She left work right then and came to our house to get him. They were so happy to see each other. The dog (his name turned out to be Rico) just started wiggling and dog-dancing as soon as he saw her. She thanked us profusely…

Now Matt and Amber would no doubt tell the story differently, they experienced it themselves. But, witnessing this wonderful story unfold from a distance, it seemed very magical to me. As Matt told me, Rico specifically came to their house three different times, once when he found him on the stoop and twice when he saw something and jumped the fence. But he came back each time, as Matt said, “like he knew he had to be here for a reason or something.”

Matt isn’t one who believes in miracles and angels like his mom, but since I’ve decided to “live as if everything is a miracle,” this is my interpretation of the events. Rico’s instinct obviously told him to go to that house, sit on that stoop and that’s where he would find help. What is instinct? In my world it is either an angel whispering in your ear or miraculous forces making your next step abundantly clear. Either way, a miracle.

You could say that Matt and Amber taking Rico to that particular shelter was logical. Which is true. And you could say that Rico’s owner was doing the logical thing by bringing photos of the dog to that particular shelter to see if anyone had found him. And, that would also be true. But, when you add up the number of “coincidences” and place them side-by-side with all of the coinciding instincts to do the “logical” thing and mix them with the deep desire that everyone involved had to do the right thing, the loving thing – I think all of that energy is very powerful. I believe that kind of positive, full-of-love energy (from the people and the dogs!) brings into play an even more powerful force. I call it God, you may call it The Universe, but for me, it all results in a miracle.

Because that’s what a miracle is to me – love in action – in big ways and in small, everyday things. It’s all around us, all the time.

That’s it for The Thanksgiving Dog. Everyone was reunited just in time for Thanksgiving. And Precious and Depaula didn’t have to share their mom and dad for Thanksgiving, which I’m sure made The Boxer Princess happy as a clam.

And here’s to my son and his wife – Matt and Amber Matt&Amber8-10 fantastic, loving people doing the right thing at the right time. Miraculous!


Marsha Roberts
Author of “Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer”

Angels, Miracles & Dogs – Sending Angels to NJ, NY, CT & Beyond!

8 Nov

Today is 11-8-12 and I have an angel idea. Like millions of Americans, I started my day by watching the footage unfold in the aftermath of Sandy (and now the Nor’easter) on the New Jersey coast and in places in New York like Queens and Staten Island and even up through Connecticut and beyond. For those of us who have done a good deal of traveling, we know those places, those people, and it’s heart wrenching to see what they’re going through.

You might be wondering what you can do to help. If you are blessed with a regular paycheck, you can certainly donate to the organizations that are doing good work on the ground there. If you are located in the area and have not been affected by the storm, you can volunteer your time and physically help, as we’ve seen so many wonderful people do. But, for the millions of us who aren’t located anywhere near the disaster area and don’t have the luxury of extra cash right now, there’s no reason for us to feel helpless. There is something we can do that I’m doing right now. We can send angels to help. And I mean that sincerely.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the concept of actual angels, let me back up a bit. I became aware of the existence of angels when I was young and a nurse in the ICU. But I never had a clear vision of my angels until years later when I started traveling on a regular basis as a business woman.

When I would board a plane I realized that angels were all around the airport. I’m not kidding, I’m speaking literally: angels were there and always went with me on my travels. Ask anyone who has ever boarded a plane with me and they’ll tell you.

Once I get seated on a plane, my angels start preparing for takeoff. These gals all have leather fighter pilot jackets on because they are ace fliers. Some of them have close fitting leather helmets with their hair tucked neatly inside. Others like to have their hair blowing in the wind. They all have goggles and they all have large, magnificent wings.

Every angel has her specialty. There’s one angel who’s an engineer and she is zipping through the interior of each engine and all other complex parts of the airplane, making sure everything is all right. If our takeoff is delayed because of mechanical problems, I know my angel pointed out the trouble to the ground crew.

Another angel is in the cockpit with the pilots. She’s looking over the control panel, analyzing all of the flight data and coordinating her findings with the engineer angel. If she finds a problem, she whispers in the ear of one of the pilots so he can make sure it is taken care of before we leave.

The rest of them position themselves under each wing of the plane, several per wing, one beneath the tail and one under the nose. As the engines rev up, they stop chatting and get serious, put their goggles in place and extend their wings. When the plane begins moving, the angels walk underneath and get ready for takeoff.  The plane picks up speed and they run faster and faster until — lift off! The angels have us safely in the air and all is well.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been flying and there has been turbulence or some other concern. During these situations I’ve told other passengers about my angels and it never fails to give people comfort. No one ever tells me they don’t believe me. I guess it’s kind of like believing in Santa Claus when you’re a kid, just in case it’s true, they want to make sure they have all their bases covered.

When you think of how many people there are on this planet, think of how many angels there must be available to watch over us, help us. Countless! So I’m imagining battalions of angels floating through the sky like paratroopers, surveying what’s below and seeing where the greatest need is. Yep, mine have on flight jackets and goggles, and when they land we see that their parachutes were actually their wings folded beautifully over their heads. They go to every single person, home, place that needs their help. They guide rescuers to those who are the most needy and they comfort those who are afraid. They protect and encourage and, ultimately, assist in all manner of miracles happening.

Some of you will find what I’m talking about very easy to imagine. Others will think this is fiction. Regardless, most of you know how powerful our thoughts can be (by the way, the book “The Power of Positive Thinking” first published in 1952, is still being re-printed and is still valid!). Think of how different the outcome has been in situations in your life when you thought positively instead of negatively. If you can imagine angels by the millions arriving to assist those in northeast who are in dire need – great! If not, send your powerful, loving and positive thoughts. Call it prayer if you like. Just know that we are not helpless, we are all connected and we can make a difference, even from a distance.

Remember, this blog is based on three premises:

– Angels are real.

– You can live as if everything is a miracle.

– And there is a good reason that “dog” is God spelled backwards.

So, today I’ve given you angels and miracles, but what about the dogs? May angels help all of the beloved pets (yes, even cats!) to find their owners, to find homes and shelter. And, when they are reunited, we know what miraculous comfort those sweet creatures will be to the people who love them.

I just stopped for a minute and told my dog Smokey McDoggerson what a great dog he is and how much I appreciate his sweet spirit in my life.

I hope my version of angels made you smile and imagine what your angels might look like! Find reasons to feel blessed this day and send those grand feelings to those who need our best and most positive thoughts, efforts and prayers.


Marsha Roberts

Author of “Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer”


Angels, Miracles and Dogs – Getting started on Halloween…

31 Oct

Today is 10-31-12 which, besides being Halloween, is Dale Evans’ 100th birthday. And since I was a Baby Boomer Cowgirl, complete with a Dale Evans skirt and hat, it seems fitting that I begin this blog by honoring Dale. Thank God I was a kid when the likes of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans were on TV. 1A-MCU-CowgirlPlus, Dale’s first book in 1953 was entitled “Angel Unaware” which touched the lives of millions of people. Need I say more.

If you don’t know who Roy Rogers and Dale Evans are, you might not like this blog, because I’m a Boomer through and through. I like to think of myself as a Mutinous Baby Boomer. So, perhaps, even if you aren’t a Boomer, but are feeling a little mutinous, you might enjoy joining me on this blog from time to time.

This blog is based on three premises:

– Angels are real.

– You can live as if everything is a miracle.

– And there is a good reason that “dog” is God spelled backwards.

Why? Because I’m tired of zombies, dark themes and everybody talking about how tough times are. Yeah, times are tough, but the more we talk about it, the tougher it all seems. I for one am tuning out all of the negativity and am focusing on the happy. Hence angels, miracles and dogs! It’s that simple!

Now you might think that with this premise I’m going to be writing about religion in some form or another. Nope. This is not about religion, it’s about life. Living every day as if it were the greatest gift you could possibly receive and getting a kick out of the fact that we are spiritual beings at the same time that we are human beings. We don’t have to pretend to be mystical and invent romantic vampires, we actually are mystical and magical!

Instead of thinking about the possibility of some kind of zombie apocalypse, why don’t we imagine an Angelic Revolution or a Bombardment of Miracles? And how do dogs fit in? Well, I’ve sure had encounters with dogs that seemed like they were angels in disguise – haven’t you?Smokey6-03porch

Case in point. I saw a great story the other day on YouTube about this dachshund who adopted an abandoned baby kitten. We’ve all seen these types of stories before, always very heartwarming, but this one had a different twist to it. A family found this tiny speck of a kitten in a shoe box at a recycling center. You might say that this was sheer coincidence, but in my world, an angel had protected that little fellow in the box and pointed it out to the family so this miracle could happen and remind us how special life can be.

When they brought this half-dead, teeny kitten home, their three year old dachshund immediately took him in. This sweet dachshund had never had puppies before, but when she started taking care of this sick little kitten, she spontaneously began to make milk to feed him! Think about that for a second. Never had puppies, her body had never gone through the process of producing milk, but her deep desire to help this kitten caused a miracle to happen in her body – that’s what it was, a miracle of love.

And there you have it, angels and a miracle and a dog, all in one story!

By the way, as you may know, I took my miracle line from Albert Einstein. I mean, if you’re going to take a line from someone, he might as well be brilliant! What Einstein actually said was, “There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” Obviously I’ve chosen the latter.

I’ll be writing as often as I can. Please feel free to share your own stories about angels, miracles and dogs. We’ll mutiny against all of the negativity together and smile our way to better times ahead.

Oh, and by the way, Dale Evans had a great dog: Bullet The Wonder Dog! He was actually her and Roy’s pet and he starred in their TV show with them. He always seemed to know who the villains were, tackled them when he needed to and could even untie Roy and Dale when the bad guys got the best of them. What a dog!Bullet_Dale

Marsha Roberts

Author of “Confessions of an Instinctively Mutinous Baby Boomer”

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