
Pip and the Sheriff: A Memorial Day Story
My little dog, Mr. Pip, is an adorable Jack Russell mix.He looks like a tator-tot with legs. We were at the vet recently.Pip’s terrified of the vet. But he was doing his best to look brave, when an older, armed sheriff arrived. The man strode up to the vet tech, whispered something,and she replied, “Of course. Bring him to Room 5.” When the sheriff turned to leave, Pip jumped up and began licking his hand. The sheriff leaned down to look at him, and then knelt on the floor. Pip hopped into his lap, and buried his sweet little face in the man’s chest. For a few minutes, they shared what I can only call a sacred embrace. When the vet tech reappeared and opened the door to Room 5, the sheriff gave Pip a squeeze and murmured, “I have to go now little buddy.” Pip hopped off his lap. Then he sat at my feet, at attention. And when I say Pip sat at attention, I mean he sat like a tiny soldier: shoulders back, ears erect. He watched intently as the sheriff lifted an enormous old German Shepherd out of the back of an SUV marked K9 and carried him into Room