It Happens
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It was a fine Friday afternoon when Father Austin encountered the dog. He was taking a needed walk down the church grounds after a hefty lunch with one of his parishioners.
The grass was beautiful before him, wonderfully reflecting the sun’s radiance. But standing on the grass was a Golden Retriever. It didn’t move, only stared at the priest with its ears laid tightly back.
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