BABY RUTH AND THE PSYCHIC

Recently Dee from the fine blog Coming Home to Myself,  posted about a psychic experience she had that reminded me of a story I had posted in 2010. My story went like this.

I met Baby Ruth years ago. She was an adorable little dog who lived in a Hunt and Riding Club near me. Her owners had two dogs besides Baby, three horses, white peacocks and a fawn they were raising whose mother had been killed. Visiting their home was like going to a small petting zoo.

Baby Ruth was a Shetland Sheepdog (a tiny Lassie looking dog) maybe 14 inches tall and about 15 pounds.

                            Picture not mine nor of Baby Ruth but looks just like her.

She was very smart and definitely the leader of the pack. Baby Ruth was a little Diva who had all the other animals cowed. Her owners were good friends who had helped me many times with my rescue work. Then it came my time to help them.

In 1998, Florida suffered a terrible drought and wild fires scorched the state. Over 1000 wild fires crawled across most of the state. The newscasters referred to us as "Florida in Flames."  I lived 20 miles from my work and it seemed almost daily as I would be driving home, thanks to the flat Florida landscape, I'd see smoke spiraling up in the distance.  I would anxiously drive for miles in fear before discovering if I still had a home.

One day as I was driving home, the only highway leading to my place was blocked by the police and smoke covered the road for miles. I was told that the Hunt Club woods were on fire and since my home was on the other side, No one was  allowed to pass. I was frantic wondering just how my property was.  Eventually they released us. 

Luckily, my place was fine, just smoky. I heard on the news that while much of the woods had burned in the Club, all the homes were spared.  Such a blessing.

The next day however, Baby Ruth's owner came to my gate with tears in her eyes. Baby was missing. They had been shopping in Vero Beach the day of the fire. Baby had evidently used the doggie door to go outside prior to the fire. While all the other animals were safe, she was missing. Mary knew I was good at finding dogs and wanted my help. I owed her and her husband big time and was happy to assist.

I helped put up posters with Baby Ruth's picture on every post in a five mile radius. They were offering a $1,000 reward which had everyone in the area looking. Mary even walked through the charred woods looking for Baby's small body. She hired a helicopter to search the miles of the surrounding countryside. I drove and knocked on doors, but no Baby Ruth.

In desperation, Mary called on a famous California psychic for help. I would have been the first to pooh-pooh a psychic, but what happened next was eerie. Mary was desperate and expressed one of Baby's collars to California and when the psychic recieved it she called Mary.

The psychic perfectly described seeing the tall pines and long, winding dirt roads which led to a paved road. She then described a house, a fenced yard, an older white station wagon and the first 3 digits of a Florida license plate. The psychic then told her the people there knew what happened to Baby Ruth.

Mary followed the psychic's instructions right to the house and station wagon which was about a mile and a half from the entrance to the Hunt Club. 

The people who lived there denied ever seeing Baby Ruth. Their eyes popped when they heard of the reward, but continued to insist they knew nothing.  "But a psychic told me" had no legal merit.  Mary hired a private detective to watch the people but to no avail. 

I truly wish this had a happy ending but Baby Ruth was never recovered. Somehow I believed the psychic and that those people knew where Baby was as the description from across the country was so exact.

Since she was a beautiful , pure bred dog, perhaps they found her and sold her. I could only hope it was to another fine home. 

Do you believe some psychics do have special powers or are you a skeptic?