BY ALLYSON DELL
My
husband and I are thinking of moving from our apartment, which doesn’t
allow animals to one that does. We
are dog lovers from way back and have owned both a German Shepherd and a
Chow Chow. We have a 2½
year-old grandson who visits us frequently (the apple of our eye).
When my husband asked me what kind of dog I’d like, my thoughts
went favorably to the German Shepherd and an incredible experience that
took place 30 years ago. My first husband and I lived in a lovely spacious
cottage surrounded by 2½ acres of land sitting gloriously high on a hill
in Encino, California, about two miles from Ventura Boulevard.
One
day I turned my back for a minute while my son Gabriel was playing
outside. Suddenly, he was
gone. There were two baby
gates, which my son must have managed to climb over.
I, of course, was panicked! Within
minutes from the time I lost Gabriel (minutes seemed like hours), I saw a
large truck approaching. Two
young men in their 20s got out of the truck; one of the men was holding my
son. Out of the back of the
truck my Sid jumped out. You
can imagine my gratitude and relief!
Apparently, Sid had been found holding my son back from the traffic
on the Boulevard. He had our
address on his license. Thank
God that there for the two nice young men saw the two of them and brought
them home. I truly believe
that I owe my son’s life to my hero, “Siddharta”!
(Written years ago.)
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