Dog Fog Project
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Curated by Les Wiseman
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Chapter 1: I Will Escort You to the Dark Place

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This image appeared in my e-mail box, yesterday. It is a dog by the side of a road. It is foggy and looks to be out in the woods somewhere. Its only caption was: "I will escort you to the dark place."

 

Where is that dark place? Does it mean death? Was this message specifically meant for me?

 

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Last night, I woke at 4 a.m. I don't know why. I pulled back the curtain to see what the weather was like. As I watched, a black dog walked into the circle of light under the light standard across the street. It stopped walking and sat. Just like the dog in the picture. It was staring at me, at my face in the window.

 

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Chapter 3: Into the Mystic

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As if in a dream, I felt compelled to follow. Occasionally, flashes of the rising dawn light would penetrate through the trees, though a dense fog held to the ground. 

 

I stumbled on, the slick soles of my slip-ons making traction on the decaying leaves hard to attain. I would watch where I was putting my feet and look up and the dog would be gone. I'd wonder where I was going. I'd think about turning back, remembering that my house was unlocked. Then the dog would appear through the mist and just as quickly turn and plunge on guiding me. To what I did not know.

 

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Chapter 2: Come follow

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I peered at the dog. I would swear it was looking directly in my eyes. I pulled on some jeans, socks, a flannel shirt and some slip-ons. I went down the stairs to my front door and stepped outside. I didn't lock the door behind me.

 

The dog saw me and inclined its head, as if urging me to follow. Then it turned and trotted into the fog.

 

I went after it, a path I hadn't noticed before. The dog was making a good pace and it stopped and looked back at me, making sure I was keeping up. It seemed to be indicating, "Come follow." But to where?

 

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Chapter 4: Lost, but not alone

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I slipped and stumbled, catching site of the dog only occasionally. I figured I must have walked half a mile by now.

 

What in heaven's name was I doing? Dawn was breaking, I'd have to get ready for work in a little more than an hour and I'm trudging through the back-forty on a path that I've never noticed before even though I entered it through an opening across the street from my front door. 

 

Plus, for no good reason, I'm following a black dog that I've only ever seen before in an email that popped into my inbox without a return address.

 

My thoughts stopped dead, though when I saw the figure. Why would someone be standing alone on this path at this time of the morning. Enthusiastic jogger? I thought not. There was a sense of . . . presence . . . with this. . . being.

 

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Chapter 8: A Rescue

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The car appeared like a wraith from the fog and braked to a shuddering halt. "Get in," said the dog. "We don't have much time . . . ."

 

 

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