Opie proves again how big, big, big his heart is.

opiecreek

I come to sing the praises of Opie the Brave, my own little Braveheart who always surprises and delights me.

We were on a hike yesterday when I stopped for a bit to massage my inflamed Achilles tendon.

Opie ran ahead with Molly and Riley, still seeking the elusive varmint.

The spot I was sitting was on an old log on a stream bank right by a bridge.

Opie came barreling back and skidded to a  stop halfway across the bridge. He looked down and saw where I was and kept on going, but that took him to the other side of the creek.

Opie pretty much hates water, as opposed to Molly who has never seen even a damp area she doesn’t want to spend time in.

But since I was on the other side Opie waded in to swim across. Unfortunately, he’s so small and the current was so swift that he was swept up against this tangle of branches and sticks and couldn’t move.

He gave me that unmistakable look like if you don’t come and help me there’s nothing I can do.

So I waded into the frosty stream and picked up the Opster and put him back down on the side of the creek he was coming from.

I waded out on the other side and was bitching and shaking off the water when I looked down and yes, Opie was at my feet.

On his own, after being trapped in the water, he swam over anyhow, just to be with me.

What a courageous, sweet, warm loving dog. I ‘m am sooooo honored to know him.

I found this anonymous poem and thought i’d include it as an ode to my brave little man.

Today I sniffed
Many dog butts—I celebrate
By kissing your face.

I sound the alarm!
Paperboy—come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I sound the alarm!
Garbage man—come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I lift my leg and
Whiz on each bush. Hello, Spot—
Sniff this and weep.

I Hate my choke chain—
Look, world, they strangle me! Ack
Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!

Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot—no greater bliss—well,
Maybe catching cats.

Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much as I do.

Anonymous

Author: luzerne2112

As I get older -- and I'm 70 now -- I seem to find more and more that nature is the true source of peace, inspiration and, most of all, the truth the passeth understanding. Though my knowledge is sketchy and superficial, I wanted to share it while I can.

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