Introduction If you’ve had the privilege of meeting Mac, you may have sensed something special. The most common response we get is that he is a spoiled dog, some a well-trained dog. In this book we will share how we found Mac and will explain to the best of our ability with our level of understanding how anything a person wants can be had following a precise set of laws. We all live a life by design that follows a precise set of rules and laws laid out by God, the universe or whatever one wants to call it. Over the years we have deviated from these laws because of the culture we were born into and beliefs we took on from those around Each of us has a choice to unlearn and relearn how God and the universe really works and can live a life few dream of. God Wink After burying Donna’s cat, my 2 dogs and a few close human friends and family I had no interest in another pet of any kind. Simple, no pets, no bury. As time passed Donna decided it was time for another cat. I agreed only if a Black Manx showed up out of the blue. A Manx showed up on our back porch the night before my birthday. It wasn’t black, however it had similar markings to my son Markus’s cat. She than decided it was time for a dog. A Schnauzer like the one she had as a kid. We saw them everywhere. My rules, the dog had to just show up or come from a pound. After seeing a friend’s cute little dog of unknown breed named Little Man, she decided any dog that didn’t shed would be OK. One Sunday we went to CMPD Animal Care and Control. On the first pass all we found was a 12-year-old Poodle. Pass on that dog, to close to going into the ground. We were about to leave when Donna called me to look at a dog in a cage we had passed by already. In it was a Poodle. It looked in my eyes and into my soul. We asked to see it and was warned he had been ugly to the dog catcher and others since being picked up. He was brought to us in a trauma blanket and we were warned that he was rather snippy. When released he first came and curled up on my lap and then Donna’s. Did every trick I asked once. Mac is amazing, he passed the test to be a certified therapy dog. On the paperwork I called the number of the person who turned him to thank them for finding him. Turns out it was Mac’s owner who saw him come into the world. She hit on hard times and turned him in hoping he would find a better home. She called him Little Man. Mac was turned in October 3, 2021. My son Markus’s favorite number was 3 and he crossed November 3, 2000. Good Times
