Wheeling Gull Isle “Come in sir, for you are weary”

The two young pups were crossing to where he lay, but then the peace was broken. The water was rough for their small bodies to handle, and without a second chance, they were at the mercy of the waves. “Lord, please keep them safe until I May reach them.” He prayed, and then ran for the water.

The salt water rose to to the middle of his legs, he had an advantage. As soon as he approached where the pups were being thrashed around, he lunged to grab the smallest russet one by the scruff. “Hold onto my back!” He shouted. Once she had a firm grip, most likely biting his scruff, he jumped to reach the eldest. He had almost missed him, but the Lord wouldn’t let these children die, at least not today. With a second lunged, he scooped him up in his jaws. Again, he bolted to the other side of the bridge…. Wheeling Gull isle. 

He sat them down, attempting to lick them dry. “You children are not lucky, but blessed.” He spoke gently.