More details and some nice pictures at the link.
Very nice. Give Kelsey a fillet mignon.
good dog, good friend, good partner.
Very nice, thank you.
great story, thanks for posting!
Something to think about.
Your dog can literally save your life.
Note to the stupid: don’t go outdoors when snowed in without hex screw boots.
One misstep is all it can take to ruin your say.
Good dog. Obviously a Trump dog.
Good dog!
Dogs are my favorite people.
There is nothing that shows me just how much the Lord loves humans than Him giving us the gift of a dogs love.
The greatest creature, bar none.
He’s recovering in the hospital where I had my heart surgery, in my neck of the woods. The story didn’t mention exactly where he lived up here in northern Michigan. It sounds like he’s in Petoskey, near me.
doggie ping
Greater love hath no man ...
Those of the Religion of Peace hate “unclean” dogs, and for sport inject acid into their veins. But then they kill their kids too, though.
“Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has he may lose. It flies away from him perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stones of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.
“Gentlemen of the jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fierce, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come from encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wing and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
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“If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of his company to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in his embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.”
George Vest
THIS is why I dress like a polar bear, even if I’m just going out to grab a couple sticks of wood, to get my dog unstuck from a snowbank (his chain, to get some thing out of my car - etc.
I pull on boots, hat, mittens, heavy coat - and put cell phone in my pocket. Too many people slip and freeze to death-
It might also be a good idea to carry a whistle - like boaters do... ...
Good doggie!!
Thanks!
Good dog!!!
So sorry to hear about his terrible accident. Last winter I slipped and fell on my driveway and broke my arm. It still hurts.
Reading this man’s story, I consider myself fortunate.
I’m glad he has man’s best friend to help him.