The morning after Thanksgiving, my dog, Dyngo, was having trouble walking. He’s a strong, happy dog, so with some coaxing, he managed a walk outside. By that evening, he couldn’t stand, laying with his eyes closed, crying — something he never does. I sat on the floor stroking his large head, crying too because I thought he might be dying.
New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady is a five-time Super Bowl champion and an idol to virtually every God-fearing Pats fan in America. If I were a football fan, I would adore the affable Brady and envy Gisele Bündchen with every atom in my body — but even I have to laugh at the mental image of the star QB getting his leg torn up by a military working dog that clearly got a whiff of something she didn’t like.