There’s a dog in our neighborhood that sounds exactly like a Schipperke we had, who passed six years ago. She was sixteen and infirm when she crossed over, but when the neighbor’s dog barks I look up from my desk half-expecting her to see her in her heyday, patrolling the yard.
Susan: There it is! There’s that dog that sounds like Sissel!
Harry: I wonder if it’s real or if it’s actually Sissel sending us a psychic message?
Susan: Hmmn. What kind of message do you think she would send us?
Harry: Saying, “Hi!”




