The littlest Hobo
During my time in the security industry, being the scourge of Exeter Bus Station, I was alerted one night by a sound which I percieved to be someone choking to death.
Upon investigation, I discovered that it was in fact a doped up homeless git, attempting to hang his puppy from a sign post on the lower level of the bus station. The dog looked terrified and close to death, so I did what any upstanding citizen would do, I twatted the b*stard with my maglite. Dog drops, runs off like a shot. Police are called, bloke staggers off (I wasn't chasing him, they carry needles don't you know).
So, police arrived, dude gets arrested, they hunt for the dog for about 45 minutes to no avail and cart said bum off to the station.
Well, an hour or so later there's a scratching at my office door. I open it and in comes this puppy, looking cold and unhappy. It heads straight for the corner and curls up. I give it something to eat and some water and she sleeps the rest of the night there. Come morning, I with an improvised lead made from my key chain decide to take her home and then off to the pound to be re-located or whatever.
Well, I get home, wife wakes up, sees dog, little un wakes up, sees dog. Other dog wakes up and looks unimpressed at the invading pup...
Well, this was thanksgiving morning (wife is american) and she refused to take the dog to the pound when were all about to have a big thanksgiving feast, so I had to agree to let her spend the night.
2 and a half years later, her name is Titch and she is completely and utterly devoted to me. My wife says I'm her hero for saving her life.
Completely true story. She's a fantastic dog.

Length? alot longer than when we first met.
(The Cosmic Fool Became aware that the bird is indeed the word on, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 12:31, Reply)