Not All Heroes Are Human He was only a dog, just a plain ordinary dog. He had no pedigree, no papers, he was just a dog. Big and homely, his black and tan hide full of fleas, the lazy hound would never have won a beauty contest, but to his owners, he did not need a handsome appearance to win his way into their hearts. We saw him for the first time fourteen years ago on a Sunday afternoon, full-grown, lost, lonesome, and hungry. Several of the hogs had managed to escape for their sty, and our…
