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When I was visiting Bunratty Castle near Limerick, Ireland, my friend and I were standing in the upper level of the hallway when I became aware a dog was scratching at the door -- and whining to get in. I said, "Listen to that dog!" but my friend said she couldn't hear it. I said, "It's in here," and opened the door to a small room which obviously had been a huntsman's living quarters, but no dogs in sight. A few months later in New Zealand another Irish person heard the story and said, "You must be an O'Neill" -- and my friend asked how she knew. She replied, your friend must be related to the "O'Neill of a Thousand Hounds." . . . Me thinks the
"dog" wants in now -- perhaps you should try to
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I wrote those words 15 years ago sitting alone in the middle of the night wondering and dreaming. Now, here I am thankful that so many years and so many stories have been shared. I've even run into camp counselors who have told me they take my stories to the campfires. It's been amazing.
Now, this domain is on the auction block for sale -- and, in the time being, anyone who would like a story sent to them for a donation of $5 (or more if you would like) can have one, just let me know. Write me at 4chrones@123gold.com
Be well, be happy. Thank you for letting me come into your lives and share these stories with you!
~~~ Keno