The Most Loyal Dog, Ever
[Guest post by Aaron Worthing; send your tips here.]
This video is very much worth watching. Don’t read the story below it, because it is almost word-for-word what you see and it’s much better to just watch it.
And these aren’t tears, there is something in my eyes. Both of them. At exactly the same time.
By the way, am I the only person reminded of this classic moment from Futurama? (Especially starting around the 1:05 mark.)
Hat tip: The Blaze.
Update: Broken link fixed. Thanks SPQR and Patterico for the head’s up.
[Posted and authored by Aaron Worthing.]
Too many somethings in your eye, because that’s a bad link.
SPQR (26be8b) — 11/8/2010 @ 8:42 amSPQR
Weird, not sure what happened, but thanks for the head’s up.
Aaron Worthing (e7d72e) — 11/8/2010 @ 8:50 amYou know what Mark Twain said about dogs….
Eric Blair (c8876d) — 11/8/2010 @ 9:11 americ
no, what?
Aaron Worthing (e7d72e) — 11/8/2010 @ 9:17 amThat’s the quote I like.
I’ve got the most frighteningly intelligent and affectionate dog (a Blue Heeler), and it breaks my heart to consider the implications if something happened to me.
Dustin (b54cdc) — 11/8/2010 @ 9:22 amTwain also said, “If it were based on merit, your dog would go to Heaven instead of you.”
Some chump (4c6c0c) — 11/8/2010 @ 9:28 amDustin
Clearly Mark Twain has never seen the Dog Whisperer.
(I mean clearly besides the fact that Twain died over 100 years ago.)
Still i said to BCF this morning, “Dogs. The most lovable morons on the planet.”
Aaron Worthing (e7d72e) — 11/8/2010 @ 9:29 amDustin: I’ve got a Labrador that’s smarter than I am (that’s a very low bar, BTW) and she’s very attached to our family. I don’t want to think about her not being with us.
Old Coot (f73cf0) — 11/8/2010 @ 10:15 amI don’t need to follow the link for the Futurama bit. I remember it as clearly as if I’d seen it last night, and I get misty – it’s that good.
Russ (91df94) — 11/8/2010 @ 10:36 amDustin,
I love Blue Heelers! My mom and brother both have one.
One recent day my mom was sitting in a chair in her living room. Her dog wanted to climb up on the sofa. She told him no, because she doesn’t like him on the sofa unless she covers it with something, and that day the sofa had no covering.
After repeated no’s, the dog disappeared, went back to the bedroom area, and returned dragging a sheet in his mouth. Tell me that isn’t smart!
My mom promptly covered the sofa with the sheet, and allowed the dog to hop up.
norcal (c7ccac) — 11/8/2010 @ 11:53 amnorcal,
That’s an awesome story!
Dustin (b54cdc) — 11/8/2010 @ 12:02 pmIn Edinburgh, Scotland, there is a statue of a small dog that had belonged to a policeman. He spent 14 years waiting for his master on his master’s grave. The dog is buried nearby.
I have had dogs all my life and, frankly, prefer them to people. My bassett hound is my only companion now.
Mike K (568408) — 11/8/2010 @ 12:05 pmI don’t know. This guy was pretty loyal too.
Sadistic Eristic (dfb6cd) — 11/8/2010 @ 12:08 pmMike, that story’s been debunked, sorry to say. Joe Queenan wrote about it after visiting the headstone – pretty funny.
Dmac (ad2c6a) — 11/8/2010 @ 1:32 pmDmac, I was there about 12 years ago. The statue is there. The story is that the local pubs kept him fed and he may have spent cold winters inside nearby homes.
Mike K (568408) — 11/8/2010 @ 2:04 pmWould that we were as good as dogs perceive us to be.
htom (412a17) — 11/8/2010 @ 3:32 pmReminds me of Hachiko, who waited every day for ten years at the Tokyo train station for his master to return. (The professor had died at work.)
pst314 (48ad7b) — 11/8/2010 @ 5:34 pmThis story reminds me of the Futurama episode “Jurassic Bark”:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uU7-X0iHes
East Coast Chris (ded5f2) — 11/8/2010 @ 9:56 pmMy dad was adopted by a small fierce cat that shadowed everything he did, slept on him at every opportunity, and of course dad spoiled it rotten. My sister commented that if the cat died first, we’d have to put dad down. But instead dad died first, and the thing that broke my heart was wondering how I could tell that cat that her best friend was gone.
Mom said every evening thereafter, the cat would follow the same route through the house, searching every room, obviously looking for her pal, before settling in on Mom’s lap. But if any of us male relatives stopped in, the cat made a beeline for us, looking for her guy.
Eric (b52bf9) — 11/9/2010 @ 5:00 pm