Why I Believe In Destiny.

Friday morning I took the resident dog here at our lovely address for a walk.
He was fairly excited and I was pretty happy too.
Until.
We were far enough away from the house that it wasn't worth going back for and I, revealing myself as not a dog owner, realized I hadn't forgotten the 'required' plastic bag. There and then I prayed, "Please God, let him just have to pee!". Then I promptly forgot about it.
We had a lovely walk.
It was snowy+he's some kinda hound-ie. likes sniffing=lots of cute and funny snowy snout expressions.
We walked another couple blocks.
He bounded off into the snow once again.
And then.
He wouldn't heel.
I tugged the leash once.
I tugged twice.
I turned around in horror movie slow motion.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Whatamigonnado?whatamigonnado?
At this exact moment, i look down.
I am standing on an empty albeit muddy grocery bag.
There was not another one on the sidewalk before then.
There was not a bag on the road on the last block home.
But there was one in the precise place jed decided he needed to stop.
Had he decided to 'go' 10 steps earlier or later I can assure I would not have searched the streets for a bag. I just would have felt very bad and guilty.
That, in my books, is fate.
Or one really, really, really, smart dog.