"Honey, the Eagle Ate Your Chihuahua"
Did you see this in the paper? A Georgia couple on vacation in Alaska pulled their Winnebago into the town of Valdez to get gas and walk their Chihuahua. Unbeknownst to them, an eagle lived in a perch above this gas station and when it saw the Chihuahua it thought, "Oh boy, Mexican food." The eagle swooped down and grabbed the Chihuahua, which managed a half-yelp before our national symbol took the tiny pooch flying for the first and probably last time.
Seeing the eagle and six pounds of what was now Raptor-Chow soar out over the bay reduced the woman to a sobbing wreck. Her husband came to her aid and after much consoling, helped his wife get back into the Winnebago. According to the gas station attendant that saw the whole thing, as soon as the husband was out of his wife's sight, a big smile broke out on his face. He clenched his fists and did a victory dance around the Winnebago, whisper-shouting, "Yes! Yes!" Quickly changing his smiling face back to somber, the husband climbed into the driver's seat and the couple drove off.
Can you imagine what was going through that poor woman's mind as she watched her Chihuahua fly away? She must have known that in moments a nest of hungry baby eaglets would be tearing away at her beloved pet, the little bell on the dog's collar ringing with every tug, "Ding, ding, ding."
And can you imagine the husband's thoughts? He'd been praying to God for years and years to please do something, anything, that would get this obnoxious Chihuahua out of his life. Then all of a sudden Old Baldy swoops down and snatches the hairless hound at a downtown gas station. His prayers had been answered in the form of an eagle. Imagine his esctasy.
But as difficult as it must have been, he changed his demeanor from a victory dance to appropriate remorse before he got back into the Winnebago. That, to me, speaks volumes about how much he loves his wife. He never liked that dog, but because it made his wife happy he truly felt her pain and kept his own joyous response hidden from her. Love is a many splendored and sometimes secretive thing.
What's my point? I'm not suggesting if your wife has a Chihuahua and you don't know how to get rid of it, Alaska is the place to go. And I'm not laughing at her pain. We're celebrating his joy and the resurgence of an endangered species.