About a week ago I noticed a small dog on a leash, sitting at the feet of a woman who had come to watch her husband play baseball. I felt drawn to reach for my camera and quickly snap a few photos of this cute little lap dog. I was paying so much attention to the puppy that I neglected imprinting on my mind the face of the dog’s owner. I printed the pictures and kept them with me when I went to the ballpark. Over the next few days I looked for the woman with the dog, to no avail.
Yesterday one of the baseball players approached me. He was telling me about a specific breed of dog and mentioned that there was one at the park. He asked if I had my camera if I would take a photo of the dog for him. I walked with him to an area where only two spectators were seated. You guessed it – the elusive dog and its owner. I laughed. I told him I have pictures of that dog with me. I handed him the photos I had in my purse, both of us laughing about the coincidence of it. He kept one for himself and turned over the others to the dog owner.
I love how the Universe plays with us. Out of the blue, a man approaches me because he wants a photograph of a specific thing – a little dog – and I just happened to have it in my purse. Whoa!
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