His brother accidentally set his house on fire after a long night of partying. He almost died until this happened.
My best friend, Dan, had adopted a shelter dog, Blox. Blox had boundless energy, very hard to housebreak, a challenging dog altogether. Nevertheless, Dan wasn’t the kind of guy to give up on a dog, so he kept trying to get Blox to listen. Her name (Blox was a she) was coined because she was not the brightest… or so we thought.
Blox would consistently break out of the fenced-in yard by either jumping over a six-foot fence or digging holes underneath it. We filled the holes, added boards pointed in at the top of the fence to keep her in the yard, nothing helped. Blox was not going to be kept in a yard. Dan eventually gave up on training her without a leash (in the yard) and put a stake in the ground for when he’d let Blox outside. Blox hated the leash, dug the stake up and would drag it around the yard, destroying Dan’s grass.
Dan still didn’t give up, because he’s a resilient man who loves animals more than people. And it’s a good thing he didn’t give up.
One night, Dan’s little brother was at Dan’s house with a bunch of other people, myself included, for a party. Blox was chilling, as long as people were around she was fine, she only really got anxious when she was alone. We partied well into the wee hours of the morning, I left around 3am to go home. Dan’s brother stayed and crashed out in the basement.
Dan’s brother is a nice guy, but he’s a moron in the truest sense of the word. This moron lit a candle next to a bottle of shower cleaner (propellant) and a shower curtain (wick) and fell asleep with it lit. you see where this is going? Yeah.
As his house was beginning to be swallowed in the roaring flames of the fire, Blox ran into Dan’s room jumped on the bed, and started barking in his face, over and over and over and over until Dan woke up from his booze-soaked slumber. Dan actually pushed Blox off the bed twice from his recollection, but Blox was deterred. She kept jumping back up on the bed (wasn’t allowed on the bed) and barking in Dan’s face. Finally, Dan’s drunk ass got up and couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.
“OMG” thought Dan “my house is on fire” and he ran outside, with Blox chasing him.
But Box wasn’t done. Dan’s moron brother was trapped in the basement, and remember how I said Blox was only calm if people ere around? Well, Blox had some kind of doggie-sixth-sense, and she knew he was in trouble. She stood at the top of those stairs, flames, singing her fur, smoke filling her lungs, barking nonstop so Dan’s stupid brother knew where the exit was.
Every single person made it out alive.
When the Fire Dept. came, one of the firemen took a liking to Blox. Since Dan was now effectively homeless, he agreed to let the guy look after Blox. Once Dan got back on his feet, he found the fireman to see about getting Blox back. So we headed over to the fireman’s house and sure as shit there was Blox, happy, wagging, and sitting in a yard, unrestrained.
Blox was now Bella, and she had three human kids who adored her. The fireman told Dan he could have his dog back, but Dan really is the kind of guy who loves animals more than people, even himself. He was crying when he got back in my truck that day and said, “For the first time ever I can say one of my rescues is in a better place, and actually mean it.”
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