I always wanted to start a story this way, but it really was a dark and stormy night. These storms are not common in the Sonoran Desert but when they happen they can be really something. We were just sitting down to the late night news when I heard a strange noise on the front porch. When I opened the door, standing on the front porch was the most miserable looking dog I had ever seen. He was soaking wet and covered with mud. I said something like, “Well come in here and get dry.” He simply disappeared leaving a gob of wet mud on the porch. When I looked around, standing behind me was a clean, dry, handsome red Ghost Dog.
The Ghost Dog is like any other Dog. He likes to go on walks, on or off leash, sleeps on our bed at night, likes to be petted and loved and barks at the door bell. Oh yeah, he also can, and does, move in the supernatural world that most people don’t believe in. Our adventures are shown in various pictures I have posted on UHH.
The Ghost Dog in phase mode
Terrific story and composite. One your best.
NJFrank wrote:
Terrific story and composite. One your best.
Thank you Frank. What makes you think it's a composite
dancers wrote:
wow. I am entranced!
Thanks Dancers, he's a great Dog
My bad for assuming.
I should have remembered the ghost dog does bring you to other worlds.
Very good, I like this one very much...
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