“The first thing I’m going to do is take him on a nice long walk,” Thompson says. “His bed is all made up. He’s got brand-new bowls and toys waiting for him. He’s good to go. I think this is the beginning of a great friendship.”
A fine ending for what could have easily transformed into a catastrophic finale. Tragedy was not only easily avoided, but downright run over, when a miracle took place on the shores of Michigan.
The day was like any other day in Michigan winters, cold, depressing and lacking that warmth that separates the state from most others. It was snowy wasteland of ice and sleet.
A passerby was minding her own business, preoccupied with her problems, when a sight snatched her attention. A dog, whimpering and afraid, was struggling for dear life on the icey sound of a lake.
He was seconds from succumbing to cold oblivion; drowning in an abyss of ice. The cops were immediately called and in a flash those fine fellows flew out to the scene. Go to the next page to see the rest of the story!