I got to be a hero once. It was a long time ago – not too long after I came to live with my people. It had snowed the night before – you know, that cold white stuff – and my person wanted to take me for a walk in it. I’ll go for a walk in any weather, as long as my person goes along with me. The snow wasn’t very deep – only about to the top of my feet when I stepped in it. My person said it was really pretty – it just looked white to me.
There are trails near our house. That’s where we usually go walking. Other people and dogs share the trails with us and usually a few other animals as well. On this day we were walking along minding our own business. The snow covered up all my favorite smells so I paid attention to the cold, crunchiness of it as I stepped. We rounded a bend in the trail and there they were. Three coyotes attacking a little dog! Those coyotes took one look at me and ran off. The little dog ran the other way and and when his person showed up my person had to tell him which direction to go.
I knew I had to give those coyotes a what for so I went off after them. Boing-o! I came to the end of my leash. Come on person, what are you thinking? I’ve got to go get those coyotes. I looked back at my person and I couldn’t figure out what she was doing. She was lying on her stomach in the snow – still holding on to my leash. She’d gone all the way through the snow so she was really lying on red mud. I don’t know what she was thinking. All she had to do was let go of my leash. It would have been so simple.