How To Save A Life

 

Peanut the Great Dane puppy came from the Albuquerque Westside Shelter)where he had been for five months) on a Saturday. On Sunday, he saved my life, by clearing my airway when I fel

l, and was undergoing positional asphyxia; in short, my neck was bent at an angle in which I could not breathe, and having hit my head on a brick, I could not move to save myself.

So Peanut saved me.

You can read more about it in Newsweek.

But don't worry. Fame hasn't gone to his head.

Yes, I saved your life, my friend,

perhaps 'twas just in time,

but I did not then comprehend 

that soon you would save mine.

A fall and twisting of the head,

I saw the world around me darken,

and thought that I might well be dead

but did not see you hearken 

to the crisis at your feet,

a thing for which you'd not prepared,

but a thing you rose to meet

(please tell me, were you scared?),

for you'd not see me go quite yet,

the new Dad that you had just met.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is TOLERATE.

There's something I can't tolerate,

and these are Brussels sprouts,

the one food that I truly hate,

and I am on the outs

with those to whom it's mighty good,

in their view delicacy.

To me their palate's made of wood,

or they are just plumb crazy.

Maybe eating bugs when young,

maybe drinking something worse 

that cauterized taste buds of tongue

and left them with the curse

of enjoying something any sane

diner would put down the drain.

Four minutes, and yuck!, just thinking about it!

Music from Lindsey Buckingham, with Holiday Road.

Sylvia is glad Peanut's here. But she's not sharing her ice cream.