Dog Angel Escort Service

This story is written by Betty Jane Olson (Bobby’s Mother)

The year was 1949, the first in my Father’s long recovery from a massive stroke. Mother was his 24-hour-a-day nurse. Although short in stature, she was tall in spirit, wisdom and love as she prayed their way through each day and night. They lived in the small stucco house I grew up in. Through 26 years neighbors knew them well, and they knew most of the neighbors, their children, and their pets. Mother didn’t drive so she walked to the store or paid young boys to run errands for her.

Crime was low in this modest, well-kept neighborhood in the upper midwest. However even in those days, most everyone was as cautious as anyone could be. One evening, Dad felt worse than usual. Mother, called the doctor, who telephoned the all-night pharmacy with an order for a prescription. She tried to reach the neighbors who were always eager to help but no one was available to get the medicine Dad needed so urgently. Al, their longtime pharmacist and friend, wanted to deliver; however his staff had gone home, and he couldn’t leave the store.

It was now 10 pm Mother would have to walk the three long, dark, tree-shaded blocks alone. Dad begged her not to go but, knowing she had no choice, she assured him of God’s faithfulness and that he should not worry.

Both breathed silent prayers asking the Lord for protection. Leaving him comfortable in his wheelchair, she stepped out the door. There at the base of the five steps, in the glow of the porch light, sat a German Shepherd.

Dog

She hesitated, then cautiously descended the steps and talked to him to calm her fear of large dog. As she started forward on the sidewalk, the dog stood, turned and moved into place with her.
Daring to pet him, she felt for his collar. There was none-just his warm strong body as he walked close beside her.

Only corner street lamps broke the darkness. Tall elms arched the streets. Sparse blotches of light from a pale moon danced with the shadows from the dense foliage, but Mother felt safe with her companion.

While she was inside the pharmacy, Mother told Al about her canine escort. Al walked to the door with her, and there they saw the dog waiting. Al said,”Never saw him before. He’s big!”
As Mother left the store, the dog took his place at her side and walked home with her.

Back in the house, Mother quickly wheeled Dad to the window to see the protection God had provided. Together they watched the shepherd turn and disappear into the black night-mission completed.
No one had ever seen him before. He was never seen again.

Through the grace of God and Mother’s tender loving care, Dad lived another 15 and a half years.

Today a third generation delights in their great grandmother’s very own true story about her shepherd.

Bart’s Dog- A military dog, can attack suspects, sniff bomb, retrieval…etc

This book is now available. Click on the book and it will take you to the page where you can purchase it.

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Saved by an Angel Dog – A Miracle Story

Saved By An Angel Dog

This story is written by Pinky as related by Great Aunt Coning Rubiato

I also gave this speech (Shorter version) at St. Andrews Speakers Club as project #4 from the Competent Communicator Manual. I titled it, “The Perfect Sacrifice!”

World War II had just begun in 1941. The news of the Japanese Army invading the country had reached the little town of Marbel, a settlement in the province of Cotabato, South of the Philippines, where my mother, Digna Doctolero lived with her grandparents and Aunts.

She was 11 years old. Her parents and seven siblings lived in another island 500 miles away. She was only seven when she left them.

They lived on a farm in the country amidst rice fields and tropical forest in the distance. Her aunts were dressmakers, and they would always make pretty dresses for her. Farm life appeared picture perfect oblivious to the fact that trouble loomed just beyond the horizon.

War

However, on that particular day, the family were busy preparing for evacuation. They cooked and placed a few needed items into a small bundle they could carry along. They cut-off the cone from their high-heeled shoes so they can run faster. Tennis shoes were not invented yet or maybe they just did not have them.

Nighttime fell, and as they were getting ready for bed, they heard a huge explosion. They saw a bright light in the sky in the center of town. They heard somebody pounding on the door and yelling, “The Japanese are coming, they are in Dadiangas! (another town)”

Everybody then grabbed their bundles and shoes, and they ran to the nearby forest. They stayed there all night. In the morning, they were hungry, so they decided to return to the house thinking that the Japanese army would just remain in town. As they were eating, they saw their neighbor ran toward the house and yelled, “The Japanese are here! You better go back to the forest and hide!”

They all went back to the forest, then a Filipino soldier called out Grandpa’s name and told them,
“You and your family need to go to the Barrio Captain’s house. They will kill those who don’t obey.”

People from all over the community assembled at the Barrio Captain’s house. Japanese soldiers surrounded it. People knelt on the ground as they arrived. Since my mother Digna was only 11 years old, she was walked slower than the rest of her family. They had already picked a spot and knelt. As she approached them, a Japanese soldier aimed his bayonet at her, sending a burst of prayer by her family up unto the heavens quickly.

Angel Dog

Suddenly, an enormous white dog appeared and jumped on the soldier. He was knocked down to the ground. At that moment, my Mother ran toward her family and knelt with them.

Meanwhile, the soldier struggled with the dog. Two soldiers came to help, but they could not overcome her canine rescuer. Finally, five soldiers wrestled with one dog. Another soldier saw the helpless situation and shot the unnamed deliverer.

Everyone was terrified by the shout of the gunshot but hearts full of gratitude and surprise. There was a pervading sense of calmness among the people. They had just witnessed an incredible display of divine intervention.

They never found out who dog, belonged to. Nobody claimed to have seen the dog before. A big white dog saved my mother’s life. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here to write this. This dog offered his life but there is also another one who gave His life as a perfect sacrifice and that is- Christ! (Isaiah 53)

Shortly after the incident, they were all taken to an American settlement of about a 100,000 people. The American government gave them protection during the war.

My mother grew up, became a teacher, married my Dad, and had five children. She died of breast cancer at the age of 52 in 1982. Her mission accomplished.