Another strange coincidence that happened to me is when I wrote the greatest idea down in my story. It came true. A Rabid dog kept coming up to me. I shot it with my twelve-gage in its chest and a day later it cam back and bit me. I shot the mother fucker again and buried it and got checked for raybees. I didn't have them. Nothing but a scare on my leg. When I buried it I put a cross on it to show it respect. He showed back up. I waited until he left and I went to the place I buried him and the cross was up side down. I haven't been there sice.