Lynda and I sat in lawn chairs beside a mountain lake near Gunnison, Colorado. It was a lovely
vacation afternoon away from the August heat of Wichita, KS. My dog, Oso Oro, sat on the ground
between us. He was solidly looking out across the calm, clear water. No fish were jumping and no ducks
or geese were present. I pondered on what was going on in his mind, but couldn't figure out what had
caught his attention. DING!!! A thought came to my mind. I looked over to Lynda and said, "Dear, I'm
going to write a book about a telepathic dog who can communicate with his owner." She thought it was a cute idea.