It was sitting in the yard, cute and proud. The dog knew its duty, and I’m sure it loved its family. Somehow I had a feeling it had done heroic things in the past. Its sparkling eyes radiated liberty and care…
Not the kind of hero that needed applause — just the kind that showed up, every day, without fail. Rain or shine. Barking only when it mattered. Watching over the quiet moments, like they were sacred.
It didn’t wear a cape, but somehow, you knew — if danger ever came close, that dog would stand taller than mountains.
And maybe, just maybe, it already had.
