My Hero!
Friends of the Blog know I LOOOVE me some Drewbear. My friend Andrew (aka My Merchant Marine) is not only a hunk with a heart of gold, he's now a certifiable hero.
DUDE RESCUED A DROWNING PUPPY FOR GODSAKE! Who does that? I mean, how Made-For-Lifetime-Movie Chief Mate McDreamy can you get?
You can read the whole story in the Globe, but here are some BEHIND THE SCENES EXCLUSIVE PICS of the bold rescue you will only see on mennonnosapiens!
Daisy awaits her savior.
Andrew, the hunk in the background, climbing out of the hole after the rescue.
You sir, are the wind beneath my wings.
Great story and BRAVO to Andrew!
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Last night I was snuggling with my 40 pounds of adorable pitbull. She doesn't realize she is a pitbull and so doesn't fulfill the stereotype. Instead she is joyous; she is always excited to meet anyone who walks by. She is pure innocence. Everything about her communicates sweetness.
I wondered about how lucky I am that such a creature exists: who asks of me nothing but food and water, shelter and protection, play and companionship. She never sticks up her nose, she holds no grudges.
Dogs are angels on four legs.
Last night I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen watching tv. My little girl sat beside me and rested her head upon my knee. The goal of course was to manipulate me to get a treat. It worked. So I guess dogs do have a bit of slyness to them - though it's one that is a pleasure to give into.
As an aside I wonder how a dog's genetic behavioral coding developed that little trick?
Dogs are fairly simple creatures in their needs and desires. Yet my 40 pounds of muscular love opens me to a level of profundity that would otherwise be closed.
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