Law of Attraction Gone to the Dogs

I’m thankful for synchronicity and answered prayer.

(I believe that every genuine thought is a prayer, and that every prayer is answered.  “Ask and ye shall receive.” On some days we think today I’m going to be happy and we are.  On other days we think I’m going to be sick, and we are.  Thoughts can’t be forced.  Forced thoughts only provide counter thoughts.  I do believe outlooks can be changed towards the positive which in turn can change our thoughts towards the positive.  This is a re-post of something I previously wrote – something true.)

So much is written about the law of attraction.  I see it working in my life daily.  Sometimes I judge it as good, sometimes bad.  This is an example of good.

I’m learning more about the process.  Mostly we go about our lives letting our subconscious control us.  The subconscious is like a computer waiting for commands, functioning well when we have a clean cache and give it precise commands, or operating erratically when we give it confused signals.  I have discovered through various life experiences that the subconscious respects and responds to authority, better yet, authority with determination.  I’m going to give true examples here.

We had buried our Labrador Abigail.  She had been with me for almost sixteen years and with my husband for over a year.  Dogs probably do outlast spouses in this day and age.  It’s almost a must to have a dog when you live on a farm.  It took almost six months before I became ready for another dog.  We were beginning to plan out our hiking trails in the woods surrounding the house.  Our neighbors were reporting see bob cats and even bears in the area.  This hadn’t really bothered me, as I hadn’t experienced sightings myself.  My aunt had made the comment, “Aren’t you scared walking in the woods by yourself?”  Well, I hadn’t been; but the power of her words seeped in.

The next day as I was walking enjoying the beauty of nature that busy voice within me was talking away.  It said, “God, I think I’m reading for another dog now, preferably a German Shepard, as you know that is what Chris wants, since he seems to think that breed will provide me protection out here.”  My busy inner voice continued on to some other matter, as I walked on towards the house.

The next day I went out to enjoy the path we had lain out thus far.  As I was within a tenth of a mile from the house, I saw what seemed to be a pure bred German Shepard facing me.  We both stood there frozen staring at each other for a moment.  My mind kept saying over and over, please be friendly… please be friendly.  The dog followed me back to the house.  It took a little while for me to remember the prayer  that I had stated the day before.  And when I did, I was in total awe.  We named the dog Abner.  We suspected that there were two dogs; one died along the interstate, the other made it’s way through the woods to our property.  Abner was old and sad, as if he had lost his partner.  He only lived a few months, but he had a good home I think until his death.

After Abner’s death Chris said, “What we need is a puppy.” The next day a lady who worked in his office approached him asking if we might be interested in one of a bunch of German Shepard Elk Hound puppies her aunt needed to give away – another moment of astonishment to say the least.  She was visiting her aunt that weekend and would even bring one to us, and we lived quite a distance.

Well, Elmer was a very friendly dog, and perhaps I gave him too much attention as a puppy.  He loved the long walks in the woods, but he wanted that kind of nearness on a non-stop basis.  He liked to roam the neighborhood.  Being surrounded by other farms we have a large neighborhood.  One day he didn’t return after one of his outings.  All of our inquiries led to dead ends.  Different neighbors would say I saw him a few days ago. We think a family, with children, eventually adopted him.  Elmer moved on.  We moved on.

One day as I was mowing the lawn I thought about Abigail as I was mowing over her grave.  I wondered if she had been reincarnated.  I remembered how she was so afraid and would practically knock me down to protect her self from other dogs.  In our neighborhood, there were two vicious dogs; obviously, the owner had trained to be hostile.  Getting past these dogs was a real chore.  Abigail proved to be no protection against them.

I silently, with determination and authority said, “God, you know I really didn’t want a German Shepard.  That was really what my husband wanted.  What I really want is another lab, this time with a little bit more fierceness built in.”

Later that day, the phone rang.  It was Chris.  He said, “Jerri, someone dumped two lab puppies off in one of the professor’s backyard last night.  He wants to know if we would be interested?”  So, wow, can you imagine my surprise!  Well, by this point, I guess I wasn’t SO surprised.  We’ve had Barney now for over three years.  We extended our trail to the woods nearing the house of the neighbor with the vicious dogs.

Unbeknownst to us he expanded his wild pack from two to five.  At one time, Barney held all five dogs off me.  He got a little scratched up in the process, but that didn’t deter him.  Chris fenced that area so neither Barney nor I would have to contend with them.

Barney and I just returned from our walk.