The Drug Dealer’s Dog!
When we were first living in Sacramento, we realized the guy living two doors down from us was a drug dealer. He owned a mean pit bull, who he would let roam free off a leash through the neighborhood. When Ted and I would take walks, sometimes the dog would follow us, growling and acting agressive. It totally freaked me out; I felt like we couldn’t even walk in our own neighborhood. So I prayed to God to make the dog go away. A few weeks later, someone called the cops on the drug dealer over a domestic dispute. Apparently, when the cops arrived at the house, the dog confronted them and acted like he was going to attack… so they SHOT him DEAD. When I heard what happened, I couldn’t believe it! It wasn’t even in my mind for the dog to die, but God had definitely answered my prayer!