Proof The Bible Is True

We were still living in the city when our family became the proud owners of a 6-week-old puppy. She was blonde, with the nose and tail of a chow, and the eyes, fur and build of a cocker spaniel. Our teenaged sons named her Pilgrim after John Wayne’s sidekick. But it was our 10-year-old daughter, Juli, whom Pilgrim followed everywhere and slept beside every night.

 

After our move to the country Pilgrim thought it was her responsibility to patrol the fence around our 160 acres. We put up a No Trespassing sign, but sometimes hunters came onto our property anyway. If Pilgrim came across an uninvited guest she planted her feet firmly and twitched her nose upward, baring her teeth with a low growl. That usually worked.

 

Every evening after dinner she ran with the coyotes that lived in the forest behind the house. We could tell where she was by her howl-bark as she tried to imitate the coyotes. No telling what other wild animals she came across among the streams, rocks and gullies on our land. But she never failed to return home in time to curl up with Juli till morning.

 

Until one spring night when the children and I were home alone. Pilgrim was nowhere to be found. “She knows it’s bedtime,” Juli said.

 

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