![]() ![]() I get my door open and he jumps across my seat. That’s when I run with Beast running right along beside me. I see the back passenger-side door on the Edge open. Trying to act casually, we start walking back towards my car. Beast must feel it too because he starts to growl. The windows are tinted so dark that you can’t see anything inside. The car is a silver Ford Edge with New York plates. I notice that the car that pulled in is still running and no one is getting out. I don’t want to break up a dog fight, and I have no idea how Beast will react to other dogs. I turn around to see if the person getting out has a dog as well. We walk over to the grass and I hear another vehicle pull in. I let Beast out and he shakes his coat and stretches his legs in front of him. I pull off at the next rest stop and park close to the area designated for dogs. ![]() I have enough problems without adding insanity into the mix. I need to make sure that no one is around when I do it or I'm going to end up looking like one of the crazy people who think their animal is sending them messages from the other side. What do you say?” Yes, talking to my dog is now becoming a habit. “Dreaming of when we will spend this day together.” Since then, we talk every day and he has become one of my best friend’s. Some looked old and some looked new but they all said the same thing. ![]() Then one day, I received a huge box stuffed full of cards from birthdays, Christmas, Halloween and every holiday in between. At first, I was angry and refused to reply to any of the letters he sent. ![]()
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