Today my dog saved a life.
First you should realize that Tuck is a little guy. Eighteen pounds of muscle and bounce and good cheer.
On Mondays Tuck and Bunny go spend the day with Sherrie, who takes them for two or three long runs, sometimes as much as ten miles. It’s the doggy version of strength training. So today Sherrie was driving down a country road with Tuck next to her. She was going to feed her pig (Sherrie is an animal lover sine qua non; she has a huge pet pig called Annabelle) when Tuck starts barking. Really, really barking. Loud, insistent. He keeps looking out the window and looking at Sherrie. She slows down, but can’t see anything going on. Tuck is clearly upset, but in the end she goes ahead, feeds the pig, and heads home again.
As they approach the same spot on the road, Tuck begins to howl. She stops again, and this time she sees that there is smoke coming from an isolated house. She jumps out of the car just as somebody else pulls up.
The person who pulled up was a neighbor. Sherrie says, is there anybody home? Are there animals in the house?
The neighbor runs in and comes out with a dog. By the time the fire department gets there, the house is engulfed. The unfortunate owners lost everything, but they’ve still got their dog.
Because of Tuck, the Wonder Puppy.
We all love a good looking hero!
And definitely an extra doggie treat today!
Well what a wonder doggie. Good for Tucker and some extra scratches behind his little ears and a doggie treat is in order!
Because he is a hero, I am not at all embarrassed that my reaction to his photo was to make kissy-faces at my monitor and say things like “puuuuppy-puppy-puppy who’s a puppy yes you are a good puppy you ARE.”
He is a hero, and he will always be my puppy boy.
Although he’s actually five years old.
That’s a good dog!
AWE! that is so cool!
What a wonderful story.
My prayers go out to the owners of the house though. I’m glad that they’re okay.
Way to go, Tuck! My brother’s dog killed a chipmunk this weekend, while my dog looked on. *sigh*
Hooray for Tuck!
I’m always worried about the animals in situations like that – our own fire escape plan includes “heave fat-boy Charlie out the bedroom window first”.
What a sweet story. Glad a life was saved and that Tuck had a captive listener.