I was running a bushhog out in the country making a very large circle on a 60 acre field and every time I passed this certain storm drain this little pup would stick his head out for a look and quickly retreat back into the storm drain. It took me 10 hours to finish mowing and when I was loading the tractor here comes this skinny, mal-nourished, little Spaniel.
The area had some problems with dogs being tortured and killed so I wasn't about to leave the little guy out there. I opened the door on the truck and he put his front feet on the running board. (he was too small to climb up himself)
He was one of the most gentle friends we have ever had. His hips gave out 3 years ago. We miss his gentle way. 1997-2008