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A Puppy In Distress

    Hey, everyone. Animals certainly do some interesting things. The other day I was at work. I looked outside to check the weather and saw something white weaving an erratic path across the parking lot. I blinked, trying to make out what it was. The object went over in the grass, next to the fence, and stopped.
    I went over toward the white object and saw it was a tin can. When I got a little closer I heard the most pitiful whimpering coming from the can. Then I saw that a little puppy had gotten his head stuck in a dog food can. No telling how far the little guy had wandered in the darkness caused by the can. Now he had manifestly given up and was lying in the grass, a miserable little dude, without hope.
    His body, other than his head, which I could not see at all, was so small I could have lain it in my hand and it would have reached from the tip of my fingers to my wrist. He was stocky and healthy-looking. He was a mottled, dark brown color.
    In his haste to get the last morsel of food from the can he had really jammed his head in all the way. I guess his appetite had outweighed his judgement.
    I grabbed him by the nap of the neck with one hand and grabbed the can with the other. He was wedged really tight and I had to exert a lot of force to pop him loose. He was squalling and I can well imagine his thoughts. Was he in the hands of friend or foe? When the can popped off you have never seen a happier dog. Without the questionable adornment of the can he was surely a cutey. He was a Heinz 57, I guess.
    It seemed that all of a sudden I was his new best friend, and no wonder. He pranced around, licking my hands and all that dog stuff that is so endearing. I mused what to name him if I kept him, which I had no intention of doing. Tin, or perhaps Can, seemed like great names for the rascal. About then he quit licking me and ran happily to the fence. He scuttled underneath it and ran, I presume, in the direction of home.
     Consider, if you will, how horrible it would be if you were in such a predicament. Wandering blindly, unable to eat and drink. He had already given up. Little did he know that a new friend was about to appear and help him out. Maybe you're about to give up today. Maybe your newest and best friend is only a few feet away, but you can't see him because of that darn can that is dominating your life. A can which appeared because you were just trying to put bread on the table. Take it from a guy who knows, a person will do just about anything if they get hungry enough. Let's not judge each other too harshly.
    Just sitting on my can, I'm CE Wills

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