OK, I'll start us all off again then-- not really a funny one, but a truly wonderful story.
I grew up with three dogs, all very close to my heart. C. Bullet was the first, she was a black lab/beagle mix. She hated (and I mean hated
all water, any kind bigger than what could fit in her bowl.) Then came D. Prancer, a black lab/doberman mix, she loved to play in the water, loved to frollic and was a really good swimmer too.... then Brutus, a pure breed black lab. He was a water lover too- but really inexperienced-- he'd kind of swim in our pool till he was really tired, always looking for the steps to get out... really quite a dangerous habit, actually. (And no, we didn't pick all these black dogs on purpose, they just came into our lives by chance.)
Anyway, they have since passed on, about 5 years ago actually. We know where D. Prancer has gone- she's with my mom's spirit guide (no, mom's not wiccan or a witch, just really spiritual and open-minded). I also believe a bit of her spirit is residing in my dog, Maggie. But anyway, we believe Brutus went on to live with another family, to learn and grow (he was always such a baby, such a young spirit), and C. Bullet was a really old soul- I think of her and feel her every day as the wind blows in my face. I think she's gone on to be part of the Goddess, for now at least.
Ok, so the neat story, now that you know all of my dogs---
I was about my daughter's age, around 7, and my family and I were all at the beach up north. (Near San Francisco, really cold). Some how I got stuck in a bit of a rip tide, I remember falling down into the water, and I couldn't get out. My parents were in the sand, I believe playing with D. Prancer at the time, they had no idea. I was going to drown. But beyond my belief, C. Bullet, my tiny little lab/beagle that completely hated the water ran away from my parents and directly to me, submerged in the really cold water. She swam with reckless abandon toward me, with her leash in her mouth. She circled me until I could get to her and grab her leash that she nearly threw at me when she saw me emerge from the water, then pulled me up to the beach, till my parents saw me and came after me to get me up off the sand.
My little sweet girl saved my life. That's a story I'll never forget.
So tell me all yours!