Seven 9s and 10s

The story of my avatar: I was but a wee infant. My family had gone camping up in the mountain that you can see off in the distant background. Early one morning my father was gathering firewood, cutting down dead trees, etc. One of these dead trees was magnificently tall and it fell with tremendous force. The impact against the cold frozen earth sent shock waves up the mountainside, instigating a devastating avalanche. The snow barrelled down the slope with ever-increasing speed and furiosity as my father picked me up and ran back towards our campsite. Before we knew it, the snow had engulfed us and my entire family was being propelled downward by this unthinkable tragedy. It seemed like an eternity before we finally stopped, but it was probably only about a minute. The avalanche had deposited us into a deep ravine at the base of the mountain. Miraculously, I was not buried and ended up resting atop the flow of ice and snow - as if you were pouring milk into a bowl of Lucky Charms® and all the marshmallow treasures floated to the top because they weighed less than their oaty brethren. I cried out to my family but there was no response, so I did the only thing I could - I crawled. I crawled out from that ravine and slowly traversed miles of frozen forest before finally seeing a ski lodge off in the distance. As night was quickly falling, with my last minuscule strength, I pushed open the door and crawled to the edge of a staircase, screaming. This picture was snapped by someone at the base of the stairs. Startled by the screaming, she was quick enough to grab a nearby camera and capture this picture of me. You can tell I was cold because my tongue is clearly blue and frozen. My family was rescued. They had been trapped beneath the snow but protected in a natural snow-cave that had formed around them as they tumbled down the mountain. To this day, I still bear the emotional scars of that fateful experience. (originally posted 3/12/2009)

The story of my avatar:

I was but a wee infant. My family had gone camping up in the mountain that you can see off in the distant background. Early one morning my father was gathering firewood, cutting down dead trees, etc. One of these dead trees was magnificently tall and it fell with tremendous force. The impact against the cold frozen earth sent shock waves up the mountainside, instigating a devastating avalanche.

The snow barrelled down the slope with ever-increasing speed and furiosity as my father picked me up and ran back towards our campsite. Before we knew it, the snow had engulfed us and my entire family was being propelled downward by this unthinkable tragedy. It seemed like an eternity before we finally stopped, but it was probably only about a minute.

The avalanche had deposited us into a deep ravine at the base of the mountain. Miraculously, I was not buried and ended up resting atop the flow of ice and snow - as if you were pouring milk into a bowl of Lucky Charms® and all the marshmallow treasures floated to the top because they weighed less than their oaty brethren. I cried out to my family but there was no response, so I did the only thing I could - I crawled.

I crawled out from that ravine and slowly traversed miles of frozen forest before finally seeing a ski lodge off in the distance. As night was quickly falling, with my last minuscule strength, I pushed open the door and crawled to the edge of a staircase, screaming. This picture was snapped by someone at the base of the stairs. Startled by the screaming, she was quick enough to grab a nearby camera and capture this picture of me. You can tell I was cold because my tongue is clearly blue and frozen.

My family was rescued. They had been trapped beneath the snow but protected in a natural snow-cave that had formed around them as they tumbled down the mountain. To this day, I still bear the emotional scars of that fateful experience.

(originally posted 3/12/2009)

Will you be my wingman? -m4d4m4w-

steelopus:

Do you like to take long walks on the beach?  How about running around, chasing and playing with friends?  How does a warm, soapy bath sound?  I’ll draw it nice and slow and gently wash you (or vigorously, if that’s what you like), then I’ll wrap you up in a soft, warm towel.  We can snuggle up on the couch and I’ll treat you to the most scrumptious dinners you could possibly imagine - nothing dry and bland here - I can give you delicious rare steaks, because I don’t even like steak!  All of this, and more, can be yours.

I won’t discriminate against color, size, nor shape.  Long hair, short hair, dark hair, light hair - I think you’re all beautiful in your own special way.  I don’t ask for much in return: just companionship and time together; I want to take you out into the world, preferably to the dog park where there always seems to be an abundance of beautiful single girls with their dogs.  You can help me break the ice and talk to these girls.  You can run up to them and sniff their legs and they’ll say “Oh how cute!  What kind of dog is this?” and then I’ll tell them you’re a Swedish Beagle, or perhaps maybe you’re 1/4 Dutch Lab, 1/4 Canadian Basset Hound, 3/8 Japanese Terrier, and 1/8 Brazilian Monkey Dog, and then she’ll say “Oh, really? I’ve never even heard of those. How exotic!” and then the conversation will have started and you will have performed your job admirably and I’ll toss the tennis ball again so you can go chase it while I continue talking to her.  It’ll all be grand and exciting and it’ll be great for me and great for you!

If all of this sounds like something you might be interested in, then please contact me and we can get together and see where life takes us.  Let’s give it a shot!  What do you say?

(For Throwback Thursday. Originally posted 20090417)