Have you ever experienced something you can’t explain?

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Mudassir Ali 9 months 1 Answer 157 views

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  1. See this dog? She’s a little thick and weighs 115 pounds. She’s not real good with strangers in the house. I had a guy in to clean the carpet—real nice guy, but Mollie was having none of it. That’s why I took her and her two doggie sisters for a walk in a light rain that day.

    I planned a short walk, but soon we found ourselves on the other side of the small lake next to my neighbor’s house. Of course, the rain intensified.

    “No problem.” I said to myself. Perhaps to the dogs, as well. “We will take the short-cut across the dam and get back before we are all soaked.”

    Well, it turns out that since I had last been in this area, a neighbor had fenced his property, and easy access to the dam was gone. I walked back and forth, thinking I would have to take the long way around, but then I noticed that the recent drought had caused the lake to be dry at the base of the dam.

    I happily walked across the relatively dry, crusted lake bottom for about 30 seconds. Then, my foot sank into thick, goopy black mud. I suddenly noticed that all three dogs had avoided the area and were pulling on their leashes. One slipped her collar and was gone for home. The other little dog was whining plaintively. Only Mollie was stoic.

    I cursed the disgusting mud and took another step, sinking up to my ankles. “Damn,” I cursed, “now I am getting my shoes messy!”.

    I stopped for a moment to consider my predicament. I looked around at the houses surrounding the lake, and was so thankful that no one was witnessing my folly. What an idiot!

    “Oh, no”, I muttered, “I think I am losing a shoe!” Angrily, I struggled to begin walking with a purpose toward the shoreline. Angrily, the mud sucked on my feet and legs. Nothing budged, I was stuck.

    Reluctantly I looked up at all the homes. I could even see my own home, across the way. Maybe having some help would be a good thing. Unfortunately, there were no lookie-loos on this chilly, rainy day.

    I took a few more tentative steps, and sank with each one. A chill ran through me as the gravity of the situation began to sink into my head. I. Couldn’t. Get. Out.

    Then I chuckled. This was ludicrous. No one drowns in quicksand like mud in a lake with only 4 feet of water. I wasn’t even in the water. I was in the suburbs, within sight of my home. Crazy. I frantically searched the coastline but there was still not a soul. I looked at my dogs. Little Taco was still whimpering as she uneasily glanced my way. Mollie, well, she looked preternaturally calm. I swiped at the tears that had somehow formed on my cheeks. I was actually going to drown in this horrible gooey black mud.

    I had been perfectly still for the last five or ten minutes. Yet, oh my God. Oh my God! It was past my crotch, now. Oh yuk, what a disgusting way to go! That awful, infectious goo was on my crotch now! I looked at Mollie and, defeated, I whispered, “Mollie, what am I going to do, now?”

    She looked deeply and long into my eyes, nodded twice, and turned around. She was directly beside the steep dam wall, which was covered with thick tree roots. She moved one paw to the left, and hooked into the roots as I watched, mesmerized. The right paw followed on the other side, again wrapping around the tree roots and then she leaned forward until she was flat on her belly. She clumsily clambered upward with her back legs digging deeply. She repeated the motions, and I felt the leash go tight. I wrapped it around my wrist twice as she continued.

    Reaching, pulling, crawling again and again. I let her drag me flat on my stomach, across the mud. Suddenly it was my turn to grab the roots, and I did so, pulling myself up the dam and onto firm soil. At the top of the dam, she turned toward me as if to tell me to get up, she was done pulling. I got up and we returned to our home, this time by the long way around.

    I had heard that a dog’s strength is roughly similar to that of a man weighing triple the dog’s weight. I have to say that I can certainly believe it. Otherwise, how could she have had the strength to pull me out of the muck, which had finally reached my waist? More to the point however, how on earth had she known what to do? She had used the roots as tools to pull herself upward —that just wasn’t possible.

    Now when I look deeply into her beautiful amber eyes, I see another being in there. An incredibly intelligent creature who actually loves me so much that she saved my life.

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