Reblogged from Running Elk at Shamanic Paths

Early in my career, I seemed to find myself continually working weekends, covering the city centre road jobs which required the quiet of Sunday streets. It was on one such Sunday that “Lucky” came into my life.She arrived around lunchtime. A black collie cross, she seemed happy enough and well nourished, but, being collarless in the city centre was cause for concern. All that afternoon she either followed me around, or lay at my assistant’s feet. Whenever we moved to our next location, she would too. By 6pm it was obvious that she was either lost, or recently abandoned, and that there was no way we could possibly leave her…

Read the rest of Lucky’s story at : “Lucky” | Shamanic Paths