There are certain kinds of stories and accounts that automatically impress me more than others. For instance, stories that seem to defy the cultural expectations in place around them (i.e. a description

of a spirit that doesn’t look or act at all like people in that area and age expect them to act) seem to me to carry more weight than ones that feature entities that appear as if they were sent down from central casting. Conversely, consistence with tradition isn’t always a bad thing. Other impressive accounts can emerge when someone with no apparent knowledge of the history of a particular phenomenon claims to encounter something, and the something they encounter fits historical precedents with uncanny precision.
I stumbled upon one such instance a few years back while visiting a friend, this time regarding the infamous Black Dog.
In my general reading, I had of course come across various accounts of the phenomenon variously known as the Black Dog, Black Shuck, Trash, or Church Grim. Belief in these supernatural creatures is widespread, and they seem to play a whole spectrum of roles. Many times the Grim is a harbinger of death, and will often attach itself to certain family lines. Some say even seeing one of the spectral hounds is enough to kill you. (My own wife experienced a vision of a large black wolf near the time she miscarried our first child—hence my personal interest.) On the other hand, other legends speak of the Dog as a protector, particularly of those entering into unwitting danger.
I once read an account that illustrates this latter tendency well, and provides the context to the interesting correlation I encountered at my friend’s home. According to this story, a man named Johnny was set to travel through a very rough section of forest in England in the 1700 or 1800’s. This area was known for harboring bandits, and, to make matters worse, he would have to travel that road at night, in order to keep his schedule.
As a merchant, he was carrying a decent amount of money, and so knew he would make a good target. As he approached the wood before nightfall, he was surprised to see a gigantic black dog waiting under the eaves of the trees. The dog was so huge and intimidating that he nearly lost his nerve and turned his horse around, but somehow he steeled himself and pushed forward. The dog made no aggressive move, but rather turned and started trotting alongside of him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Johnny rode most of the night, and even after dark, he could still hear the animal padding along beside him, though he could not see it in the gloom. When they reached the far edge of the wood, he could tell that his odd companion left him and wandered back into blackness.

By the next evening, Johnny had finished his business and faced another daunting trip back through the woods. Once again, the dog awaited him at the edge of the trees, and once again it escorted him silently along the path, keeping perfect pace with his horse. At the far edge, the animal once again disappeared, this time for good.
It wasn’t long before the local rumor mill got moving, and Johnny supposedly learned that he had indeed been a target for bandits that night. They had intended to attack him in the forest, take his money, and kill him. Their plan seemed good until they saw Johnny had apparently brought his massive canine with him. They decided that Johnny and the dog together would be too much of a risk, and so they had returned the next night, hoping to catch him on his trip home. When they saw the dog again, they had given it up entirely.
This story from some 200 odd years ago took on a new meaning for me while visiting my aforementioned friend. While there, I picked up a copy of Guideposts magazine from October 2001 to peruse. When I come across these, I always like to read the “His Mysterious Ways” section, since you never know what it might contain. This one happened to give me one of my most interesting correlatory accounts of the paranormal.
It told the story of a young pastor and his family. They were just starting out in the ministry and had taken a charge in a crime riddled area of an inner city. It came about that the husband would have to leave for several days to go to a conference, and his wife and children would not be able to come. They were obviously very worried, since this would mean his family staying alone in the house, and they were seriously concerned that someone might try to break in when it became apparent he wasn’t home. There was no other option, though, so they took what precautions they could, and the husband left.
He had not been gone long, when a very large black dog, described as a Labrador retriever, showed up on their front step and plopped down. Once he had established himself, he refused to leave, even when the wife tried to chase him off. He played with the children gently, and greeted her warmly, but menaced anyone else who came near the house, even the mailman. He was definitely the self-appointed guard of the property and the family. The wife eventually accepted this new member of the family and was trying to figure out how to explain this to her husband when he got back. Most interesting, though, was what happened when her husband did finally arrive. According to the couple’s testimony, as he stepped out of the cab, the dog stood up, made eye contact with him as if to say “Good, You’re home,” and then walked away, never to be seen in the neighborhood again. From my memory, there wasn’t any clear indication that anyone had intended them any particular harm, but they felt that the dog had been sent to prevent it.
The parallels between to two accounts are eerily similar. In both cases, a very large black dog appears more or less out of nowhere to provide protection to people unable to protect themselves. In each the dog seems to display an intelligence level far above average, and seemed to be thinking on a human or perhaps even superhuman level. Both the dogs seem to be treating the situation almost a “mission” to be accomplished, and, once complete, neither dog seemed to think it had any further obligation to the persons protected. One notable difference is that in the latter story, they never discovered that there had been a clear threat. Another is that though the first narrator explained his encounter as something from the world of the fairies, the second presumed that her guardian was angelic.

Of course, I’m making quite a few assumptions here. For instance, I’m presuming that the author of the article was actually who she claimed to be and not someone trying to manufacture a supernatural story for fun and profit. I’m also presuming that this inner city pastor’s wife doesn’t have a good working knowledge of a prominent aspect of European folklore (something that isn’t impossible, even if highly unlikely). This is one of those points that I would like to try to verify, when I’m not buried under work and family obligations. By then, of course, it will most likely be too late.
If we can take these, I think this story has some significant implications: Primarily that we have independent confirmation of the details of a continuing supernatural phenomenon. For a modern housewife to encounter a guardian black dog and then record the story without knowing that this specific sort of thing has been going on for centuries is amazing. It also proves that there is some consistency over time. People like to point out that in the “modern age” we no longer believe in fairies. Stories like this contradict the idea that basis of old beliefs die out as we “advance”. In fact, it would seem that the phenomenon is still there, though is being described in terms with which the current observer is comfortable. This is a trend that discerning researchers (i.e. Keel, Imbrogno, Hynek, Valee, etc.) have already picked up on, and can be observed when one compares the old stories with the details of the crazes for both ghosts and UFOs.
It all recalls a line from Hamlet: “There are more things, in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”