Bob that had to be some experience. I’ve heard you speak of this before. I never really considered it until you told us about this. What an experience. I wonder why a soul would choose that life.My first dog, his name was Snowball, was a white Spitz.
I had him from the time I was 5 until he died in 1998. After he died, he came back to us in a spiritual form but he also appeared to me in a dream. We spoke for a while. The thing is he was an African American man. He said that was his true form.
It made sense to me. Whenever Snowball would get loose he would visit my African American neighbors. He loved them.