THE HERO
One hour passed, then another. At last Glen spoke the words no one wanted to hear. “Help should have arrived by now. I think it’s safe to assume he didn’t make it.” The others reluctantly nodded in agreement.
“You’ll see,” Glen continued. “Arnold can do it! He may not be a flashy show dog but there isn’t one aspect of Saint conformation that has been sacrificed in my breeding program. Arnold’s got everything a real working dog needs – size, substance, structure, heart and lung room, movement, coat. You name it, he’s got it!” Feeling more optimistic, they tied a note to Arnold’s collar and sent him on his way.
With great strength and purpose, he cut a path through the deep snow. He plowed up the embankment, making it to the top with ease. The last thing they saw was his waving tail. Again they sat back to wait and dared to hope.
On the other side of the hill, Arnold started the downward climb to the highway. Visibility was poor but through the drifting snow he spotted lights, vanishing then reappearing. Picking up speed, he headed towards them. When he finally reached the highway, he could see it was a car. With his tail wagging furiously, he broke into a run and chased after it.
The RCMP officer carefully scanned both sides of the road, checking for stranded vehicles. Glancing briefly in his rearview mirror, he returned his gaze to the road ahead. “What the blazes…?” he muttered as he quickly looked back into the mirror. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It looked like a very large dog chasing his car. “Where the devil could he have come from?” the officer exclaimed out loud. Bringing the car to a stop, he undid his belt and climbed out, heading towards the rear of the vehicle.
The dog had stopped too and was staring at him. Recognizing the breed, he called to the dog. “C’mon boy! It’s too cold out here, even for you.” Arnold hesitated, then took off at full tilt, galloping towards the man. The officer spotted something hanging from
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