Cliveman

Cliveman is what we affectionately call our dog, Clive. He is such a sweetheart and really just a great dog. Yesterday Tom called me at work (more on work later)and basically said that he had just saved Clive from drowning. Here's what happened: Tom was throwing the bumper into the river for Clive to swim out and bring it back. Well the water was kind of choppy and Clive couldn't see the bumper on one of the throws. He did however see the crab-pot with a neon orange floating device attached to it (the same color as his bumper). So he tries to get it, but of course he can't because it's attached to a giant crab-pot underneath the water. He swims hard for about 5 minutes but gets nowhere. By this time he's starting to struggle and has gone under a couple of times. Tom is trying to yell at him to "release!" "drop it!"...but Cliveman will not give up. So what does my heroic, wonderful husband do? He strips down to his shorts and jumps in after Clive. He swam out and brought Clive back safely to the shore. I'll say this: it's a good thing I was NOT there. When you don't have children yet, your dog becomes like a child to you, and I would have been hysterical, thinking that Clive was gonna drown. So this blog is dedicated to Cliveman. Here are some pics of him in our empty house in Goldsboro, and hanging his head out of my car window. Don't be jealous, he's the cutest dog in the world.