I’ve always believed in the power of words. Now I have proof that putting thoughts into spoken word somehow sets unseen forces into motion. You see, a few weeks ago, my mother and I conjured up a dog. No enchanted potions, or mystical spells were used, just one magical word: buddy.
While working on a project together, my mother and I took a break for lunch. We were well into the post meal lingering (part of any good lunch), when my mom began thinking out loud.
“I guess it’s time for Misha to go visit his family again.”
Misha is my mom’s dog. He’s a gorgeous, fluffy white Spitz that only plays with other dogs. All efforts by my mom and stepdad to get Misha to play… Continue reading
