M age 12 1/2 in 2008
One evening about 12 years ago, I took M out for a quick walk before going to the theater. There was a yellow light at the very busy intersection we needed to cross, and I decided to make a run for it. Sadly, I was wearing giant platform heels at the time which lead to my landing face down in the middle of the street JUST as 3 lanes of cars started to head right for us.
The leash had flown out of my hand, probably as I was mid-air, and you know what M did?
He sat down - facing the on-coming traffic - right between my head and the cars.
Oh my little shaver.
I have several memories like this, examples of him gallantly trying to save my life, or at least keep me from hurting myself.
Every year before I had Penny, M and I would drive to the Superior National Trail in Minnesota and spend a weekend hiking together. The trail is not really designed for out of shape, uncoordinated city girls like me - and yet with M's help, I could walk across a log over a rushing stream, climb narrow ledges and make it back to the hotel (ha! you didn't think I camped - did you?) in one piece.
The few snapshots of those hikes that I can recall are:
Well in this case, he put one paw out onto the "bridge," then one more, and then backed -up and sat down, refusing to let us go any further.
"Oh, all right," I said and together we climbed down one side of the rocky hill and up the other - instead of using the bridge.