Here is some devotion! And it’s the human not the dog! Here’s a real reversal on the Lassie-type stories where the dogs stay with their injured humans. Here’s the start of the article at phillyBurbs.com.
He’s a big, strapping fellow. The ladies love him. And when he’s seriously hungry, there’s usually something around a sandwich, some crackers, cat food to sate his appetite.
Harry’s got another reason to thank his good fortune now: When the 180-pound American bulldog hurt his leg on a slick rock Thursday afternoon, his owner stayed by his side.
Overnight. While the rain was steadily pounding away.
This dog is like my life’s blood,” Sean Slipp said Friday evening while Harry recovered at their Falls home. I wasn’t going to leave him out there by himself.”
Slipp, 26, and Harry, 6 or 7, were out Thursday with a friend and another friend’s daughter, hiking around Tinicum’s High Rocks State Park down toward the Tohickon Creek.
Near the water, Harry apparently slipped on an algae-covered rock.
They were about four miles from their car. There was a campsite nearby, but no one was there. And the terrain was rocky and steep.
Slipp said Harry began limping and soon stopped walking altogether.
He just looked at me like, “Not a chance, man,’ ” Slipp said. I’m only 140 pounds, so when he decided he ain’t moving, he ain’t.”
The ending is a good one, though maybe not one that a Rin-Tin-Tin Jr. might sign up for. Harry got carried down out by a rescue team made up of firefighters from two divisions.
Chief Scott Fleischer of the Point Pleasant Fire Co. said it ultimately took about three hours to move Harry.
While rescue workers are used to making rescues in the High Rocks area, he said, this is the first time he’s ever heard of a dog in need there.
About a dozen volunteers, from Fleischer’s company and the nearby Delaware Valley Fire Co., worked in shifts to carry the dog in a rescue basket about half a mile to a waiting fire truck.
It was like the whole world was out helping, Slipp said. I’ve never seen Harry like that many people.”
The dog soon perked up even more. He was all happy,” Slipp said. He was riding on top of the fire truck… He felt like he was the emperor of Pleasantville.”
I think he was Mr. Slipp.