One Alsatian dog. It's master.
Heard on the radio; details unknown as far as where - was listening to the heroics.
But in essence:
Jim, I think that was his name, and his trusty Alsatian, name not given, were in each others' company when Jim collapsed, suffering a heart attack.
...need a name for the dog, answers on a postcard. For now we'll call it Spike.
Upon witnessing his master's collapse Spike sprang onto Jim's chest and proceeded to make a commotion, in order to keep Jim conscious.
Spike then ran outside and by indulging in more of that commotion stuff, attracted the attention of someone, a passer-by presumably, and led him into the house to where Jim lay, all but dead.
Jim's now doing well, having survived the near death experience. One would presume Spike is still by his side.
'Tis a beautiful story and only the darkest heart would fail to be warmed after hearing it.
THE fundamental difference between dog and cat.
Some would cite dogs as easily browbeaten, the eternal pleasers, insinuating that this was an undesireable trait. I would counter - this animal was not beaten, this was...a dog and his master, his companion, his friend.
And seeing his friend in need, leapt into action. First by trying to keep the man cognizant, then by going for help.
Cats would probably see the chest as a nice place to sit, that's if they even noticed, and if so, that's after coming out from behind the sofa after scarpering in cowardly fright when Jim hit the floor.
I remind you that I would still never do any animal, cats included, any intentional harm, and in fact would, and have leapt to their defence as Spike did for Jim.
However, cats are the epitome of narc
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oh muttars .. what a lovely story but you must realise that had unfortunate jim had a cat he would never have had the heart attack at all... cats of course being proven to reduce owners stress levels markedly more than their knicker chewing canine friends.
Well, that's bollocks! It's common knowledge our canine friends are good for our health. In point of fact, I myself would be a heart attack candidate were it not for the hundreds of miles a year I walk my Boys.
Nothing beats those wagging tails greeting me as I walk through the door.
And the joy I get when I point out a cat to Scoob and off he bolts lol.
Cats don't have owners, Anon, cats have slaves.
Woohoo! Another dog to the rescue story. Can't remember hearing a cat to the rescue story to be honest.
How can anyone not like doggies???
The "cat" story: you won't because as I said (and blogger thoughtfully fucked up) cats are the epitome of narcissism.
Say it with me, KB - bastard cats!
Lord it good to see you haven't changed a bit Mutters - LOL
Far too many things changed in my life this past year and I simply can't believe that it's almost bloody xmas AGAIN!
How ya doin' mate? :)
Jayne :)
The more things change - the more they stay the same, Jayney, my friend.
I'm well. I've nearly finished my inaugural novel - to hit the bookshelves mid-next year I'm hoping.
Have a premise for a second.
How have YOU been?
My goodness you've been busy! Well done you - what's it called and where will I be able to see a copy?? :)
I'm still plodding on in my little computer shop - not the most exciting place in the world but I have met some pretty weird people this past year! Sadly my writing has had to take a back seat for the moment although I do still pen the odd poem now and then. I thought I might try and self publish a book of poems with the girl child's illustrations - just for me, as a memento of past glories? lol
Good to hear all is right in your world :)
Jayne :)
The working title is "Players" but that may change. Depends whether I self-publish or get a publisher.
I'll look for your book of poetry.
You take care now, Jayney.
A fun piece from Missy of Helium fame - sure you'll enjoy it as much as I did when I read it in the early hours this morning - lol
What Pets Write IN THEIR DIARIES.........
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary..
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously an imbecile.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now...
Jayne :)
Lol - that is funny. Good ole Missy, eh?
HIL AR I OUS Dog and Cat thingy!
I tell you what, when I lived in Ohio, I was just going to bed when my cat came into my bedroom and started howling like crazy, and I was like, 'what the hell?' and I went downstairs and saw that the toaster oven was on fire!
Why, I don't know, since I hadn't been in the kitchen for some time.
It's a good thing I stopped it before it caught the paper towels on fire!
Yeah! That's a bastard cat for you!
Things don't "catch on fire", See, they "catch fire".
One sets something on fire.
Long time no see, SEE.
I've been a bit out of the loop. Crazy roommates. You would not believe the amazing crap they put me through! One of them actually poured bottles of his own urine all over the house right before the landlord came over, just to take the focus off of him having problems.
` I was actually blamed for it because I own two cats, which could have never splashed huge three foot puddles all over the carpet of human-smelling urine, and have never even tried. Luckily, after being screamed at by one of my roommates for days on end (these things always happen during finals week), the same roommate found a bottle of urine.
Actually, here's December, which was probably the craziest month. There's no pictures on these posts, but I think the text is engaging enough -- the crazy roommates I had were absolutely insane, making up reasons to call the police and so much freakiness that Lucas and I had to pretend that they had caused us all to be evicted from the house in order to get them to get off our cases! (Happened during finals week again.)
http://seequine.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html
January and February were almost more disappointing with the remaining roommate, who got almost as bad as the first several, and it features my fiance wearing what looks like women's clothing up on stage at two of his concerts. It's hilarious.
However, recently things have finally been looking up -- in fact my fiance is now a TV star... well, sorta.
This post has a lot of pictures, in case you have a slow internet connection, but the first picture of Lucas' TV character is worth it!
http://seequine.blogspot.com/2010/04/lucas-is-tv-star-one-reason-i-havent.html
Anyway, I've finally crawled my way back to the land of the blogging after that hell of first unbelievable ghetto life on up until now, which considering that we have three okay roommates and an okay house and a beautiful view of the water, I guess it was all worth it.
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