Thomas Ramey Watson

Baltho: The Dog Who Owned a Man Thomas Ramey Watson

   Before I located him at the Denver Afghan Rescue, Baltho came to me psychically.  He wouldn't let me get the notion that I had to adopt an Afghan out of my head. I had no intention of getting another Afghan.  I wanted a  popular breed, like a Labrador or Golden Retriever, not another independent and willful Afghan.  But when he saw me, raced my way, jumped up, wrapped his legs around me, and nipped my ears and nose and cried, he was mine.  And I was his.  Just like the dog who owned a boy in my favorite childhood Little Golden Book, Mister Dog.    Baltho quickly showed me that he was not only willful and independent but the wisest dog I've ever had, often pointing out things that I missed in my counseling.  I paid attention because he was always right.   Our five years together were intense, presaged by paranormal insights, just as his coming to me in the beginning foreshadowed his physical arrival.   Because of a prophetic dream that I first misread, thinking he'd be healed of his increasing health crises, I began to expect him to return to me physically again.   In the second book I will detail how I located him again four years later--this time as a female Afghan with the same energy and nearly the same size and coloring. Immediately she and I were as bonded as Baltho and I had been.