P.J. Frandina of Buffalo, NY

Picture of winner's bracelet.

The winter flurries had picked up speed. Large snowflakes (7816) piled upon the windshield faster than what wipers could clear. Wind gusts caused whiteout conditions, limiting visibility beyond one’s front fender. As I maneuvered my car through the difficult conditions, a flash of color moved through the area beyond visibility. I couldn’t see what it was, but instinctively applied heavy pressure to the brakes, which stopped the car one foot away from a couple and their large German Shepherd dog (2882). They were crossing the street in an area that did not have a stoplight or crosswalk, which was a dangerous undertaking in the heavy snowstorm. The woman had tears streaming down her face as she walked ahead of the man, who struggled to pull the large resisting dog towards the City Dog Pound. As the heartbreaking procession unfolded in my windshield view, the beautiful buff-colored dog turned his head towards my car, and locked gaze with my own. In that moment, staring into his eyes, I saw terror amidst a gentle spirit. I wanted to tell the couple . . . “Just put him in my car and I’ll take him!” . . . but hesitated because I knew my husband would object. My mind imagined my husband’s reaction: He’d say we already had two cats (0625), and he’d point out monetary concerns . . . that it was a week before Christmas, with unexpected car repairs necessary, which was enough of a struggle for our budget (0839). As I contemplated, the couple and their dog receded from view, lost in the thick curtain of falling snow. Arriving late to work, I explained the delay to my co-workers. They thought the eye-gaze was a fateful moment, and suggested I adopt the dog. I explained the monetary concerns my husband would have, and then pushed the thought from my mind, so as to concentrate on my job. At the end of the day, my co-workers handed me an envelope (3482) with enough money to cover the adoption costs. They had all chipped in $5.00 to ‘save the dog’s life’. My husband’s initial reaction was as expected . . . he wasn’t keen on adding a dog to the household . . . but that quickly changed when he saw the gentle spirit of the majestic dog. The seventy-five pound dog had no problem accepting dominance of the older cats (1566), which allowed a long peaceful existence between the three animals (7741).

P.J. Frandina
Buffalo, NY
Dog Tales Winner
April, 2013

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