I used to come from Albany. Back there, Pit Bulls were regularly baited on any dog walking down the street, leashed or not. Worse, they were fought on street corners, right in the open. Yes, I was prejudiced. Therefore, when The Crabby Man announced we were to be parents to a bouncing baby 8 week old pit boy, I protested, and not just a little.
But then I met this flubbery, blue eyed Tele Tubby and couldn’t resist. He became our Otis and in his lifetime, he taught me the error of my previous mind-set. We were blessed to have Otis with us for 13 years before Heaven decided he was needed there more.
In 2002, Otis became a hero. The family who was effected contacted every news outlet available, but because there was no blood, and because Otis did a good thing, no one cared.
There was one obscure newspaper that did do a story, and the clipping, now yellowed and disintegrating, has been on our refrigerator for 10 years. To make sure it is never lost, here it is scanned and preserved forever:
The story as told by the reporter differs a little from what actually occurred. Our neighbor told us Otis tackled the coyote, laid on him for a little while, then let him go. There was no fight. Otis didn’t have a fighting bone in his body.
Otis was, is, and will always remain, my hero. Not just for saving the puppy, but for not harming the coyote.
But you won’t hear stories like this in the ‘real’ news.
I wish I had pictures to share.