My Dad's 65th birthday was Sunday. We cooked out at my house and we are all sitting down eating when there is non-stop knocking at the door. The wife answers it and it is our neighbor screaming and crying, saying "Jamie is in the pool!". All I can think of is Jamie is a little girl and I get up and run as fast as I can around the house and on my way down I see something wrapped up in a temporary plastic cover, struggling in the middle of the pool. Obviously I dive right in because every second counts.
I get to it and Jamie is their dog It was about to give up, and as I lifted her onto the deck I realized that my wallet and cell phone went swimming with me.
For those of you who have been around long enough, you have heard me talk about these neighbors and their problem with my dog.
Anyway, I don't regret jumping in, if it had been a person and I had emptied my pockets before getting in, those moments could have cost a life.