A woman and her dog were pulled from their car Saturday, seconds after it disappeared under rising floodwaters in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
The car was about two-thirds submerged when some men on a boat pulled up, with video camera rolling.
She can be heard asking for help as the convertible sinks beneath the water.
“Oh my God, I’m drowning,” she says.
The men tried first to break a window as the Miata sank, then managed to pierce the convertible top and rip it open enough to pull the woman out just after the car submerged, according to the video that aired on WAFB
Immediately upon surfacing, the woman told the man who pulled her out to get her dog.
“Get my dog. Get my dog. Get my (expletive) dog.”
When he hesitated, she dove under the water.
“I’ll go down,” the woman said before diving and bobbing quickly back up, empty handed.
“I can’t get your dog,” the man in the water says after reaching under the water and into the car several times.
As he dives under one more time, one of the men on the boat says, “Maybe she’s gone.”
“No, she better not be,” says the woman.
Just then, the man in the water pops back up, with the dog in his arms.
“I got your dog.”
All three swam to the safety of the boat.
KHOU reported that the boat was being used to give a reporter a tour of the areas affected by the flooding, and that it was shot by WAFB reporter Robbie Reynold.
The man who jumped into the water and pulled the woman and dog from the car was identified as David Phung.
Posted by John Woestendiek August 15th, 2016 under Muttsblog, videos.
Tags: animals, baton rouge, boat, car, convertible, david phung, disaster, dog, dogs, drowning, flooding, floodwater, louisiana, pets, rescue, saved, storms, weather
You know we can’t pass up a homeless person and dog story — whether it’s one we stumble upon, or one somebody else has.
Erik Lacitis, of the Seattle Times, came across such a pair living in a 14-foot aluminum rowboat, anchored in a foot of water, under the pillars of the Highway 520 bridge.
There, William Kaphaem — who prefers his Mohawk name, “Three Stars” — lives, cocoon-like, with his dog, Lulu, under a brown plastic tarp that, inside, affords a few feet of headroom and, outside, blends in with the muddy shore.
The story appeared in the Times yesterday.
Inside his rowboat home, Three Stars, who is 51, reads by lantern light and listens to baseball games on a battery-powered radio. Across the boat’s benches, he has laid a sheet of plywood that serves as his bed. Three Stars has five spinning rods he uses to catch perch, bass and the occasional trout, and a collapsible trap for catching crawdads.
Among the some 2,400 homeless counted living outside this January in the Seattle area, the newspaper says, his one of the more unusual living arrangements.
Three Stars told the reporter he moved onto the rowboat because he needed someplace to store his stuff.
“I’ve got a lot of stuff. I didn’t want to schlep it around town like some tramp,” he said. “I’ve got more dignity than that.”
He lives on $636 a month SSI, and until last year he was renting a room. But when the owner of the home died, he had to look for a new place.
Three Stars told Lacitis he’s prone to talking too much. He said he has held “40 jobs in two years, and I got fired in all of them … Burger King, grocery store … sometimes I can’t shut my face.”
He grew up in Massachusetts and Florida, and came to Seattle to be a street musician. He used to play, with Lulu at his side, on the sidewalk outside of Pacific Place in downtown Seattle — until his wrist started falling asleep. Three Stars says Lulu is a mixture of wolf and husky, and is almost 10 years old.
Three Stars says he likes the solitude of the living arrangement he shares with Lulu.
“It’s a very peaceful experience.”
(Photo by Mark Harrison / Seattle Times)
Posted by John Woestendiek April 26th, 2011 under Muttsblog.
Tags: animals, boat, bridge, companion, dog, dogs, erik lacitis, highway 520, home, homeless, homeless dogs, lulu, mohawk, pets, rowboat, seattle, seattle times, solitude, street musician, stuff, three stars, william kaphaem
Police and firefighters rescued a dog in south Florida Monday whose head was trapped in a discarded bait cooler — possibly for more than a week.
Passersby spotted the dog in western Miami-Dade County and called authorities.
Police, firefighters and animal control officers joined in the rescue, injecting the dog with Valium to sedate her, then using a reciprocating saw to enlarge the hole in the fiberglass boat cooler, TV station WTSP reported.
The dog is a 40-pound female Labrador mix, according to Firehouse.com. She appeared to have recently given birth, authorities said, and her extra body fat may have helped keep her alive. No puppies were found in the area.
The dog was taken to Miami-Dade Animal Services, where she was treated by veterinarians. She has been named Lucky and will be put up for adoption.
Posted by John Woestendiek April 21st, 2011 under Muttsblog.
Tags: animal control, animals, bait cooler, boat, cooler, dade, dog, dogs, fiberglass, firefighters, florida, head, miami, pets, police, rescue, rescued, saved, stuck
What I’ve liked most about being a liveaboard are the visitors — be they friends or fowl.
There’s a family of ducks that pops by regularly.
Egrets? I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention. Just one actually, who, while making croaky-clicky noises from somewhere in that long and winding throat, landed softly on the edge of my boat, then took off the second I started fumbling for my camera.
And then there was this guy (top) — you tell me what he is — who didn’t seem to mind being photographed at all. Perhaps he’s an egret, too, though he was much smaller than the giant croaking one.
They were all welcome on the ark, with the exception of members of the rodent and snake families who I’m happy to report we saw none of at all — for which I thank the feral cats.
In our week living aboard a friend’s 30-foot sailboat in Baltimore, we’ve had a few human visitors, too, and I’ve enjoyed sharing what’s not really mine — the river, the boat, the sunsets … pretty much everything I offered except for Ace’s company, my beer and my now empty box of Cheeze-Its.
While offering little, I received much and thanks go out to the friends we’ve tried, tested, sought favors from and shacked up with. Maybe it is home, after all.
I think I’m actually moved — and it wasn’t just the bobbing of the boat. My return visit and the kindness Ace and I were shown by the friends, former Baltimore Sun colleagues, new liveaboard acquaintances and the occasional sea bird has meant a lot.
Once again, it’s hard to leave. The urge to nest is growing stronger. I’m wondering, how can I go back to a lonely Motel 6 after all this? Do I have another three months on the road in me? Does Ace?
I guess we’ll see. Because it’s time to go — gotta fly.
Posted by John Woestendiek September 18th, 2010 under Muttsblog.
Tags: ace, animals, baltimore, birds, boat, dog's country, dogs, egrets, friends, life, liveaboard, liveaboards, marina, ohmidog!, pets, road trip, sailboat, thanks, travel, travels with ace, visitors
Speaking just for myself, I think I’ve bumped almost every body part I have: head (four times), knees (three times), toes (two times), elbows (two times).
For Ace, I think it has been even tougher. He’s fine once he’s settled on the deck, or ensconced in the cabin on a cushion, but — being sneakerless — getting around on the boat’s slippery surface has been more difficult for him.
He has become adept at turning around in tight spaces, climbing up and down the ladder-like stairs to the cabin, and getting on and off the boat by crouching to fit under a railing and then leaping to the pier.
For the most part, he obeyed my commands to “stay on the boat!” when I ventured off to hit the bathroom or bar, but the other day was an exception.
The boat’s owner, Arnold Sherman, had come aboard. I had taken some photos of the boat’s interior and exterior, so he could use them in his attempts to sell my temporary home. After passing them on, we persuaded each other to go to Nick’s, where the boat is docked, for a beer and some of their happy hour, half-priced, fist-sized fried oysters.
“Stay on the boat!” I told Ace. The way the boat is tied, there’s a gap of one to three feet between it and the pier and, given the railing in the way, I worried he might end up in the water if he tried to get off when I wasn’t there — a bad thing because once one falls in the water, there aren’t a lot of ways out.
And at 130 pounds — him, that is — I’m relatively certain I wouldn’t be able to hoist him up.
Arnie and I had walked 100 yards down the pier, turned left and were headed to the gate when a dog head suddenly brushed up against Arnie’s leg. Ace, in total silence, had somehow managed to get off the boat, tippy toe up behind us and nonchalantly fall into step, with a look on his face that said, “Where we goin’, guys?”
I walked him back to the boat, put him in the cabin, gave him a mild reprimand and a pile of treats — mixed message, I know — and put a barrier at the top of the stairs.
Other than that defiant moment, he has adapted, once again, magnificently.
He loves walking along the pier, watching the birds, humans and other goings on, and sitting on the boat’s deck with his head draped over the side.
When he gets tired of that, or knows it’s almost dinner time, he’ll rearrange himself so he can peek through the entrance to the cabin, watching me — until dinner is served.
His only truly anxious moments were on Sept. 11 when the city saw fit — though it seems somehow wrong to me … a bit too festive and explosive — to have a fireworks display.
I’ve made sure to take him to nearby Riverside Park everyday, so he can enjoy some time on solid ground and sniff some grass, and yesterday — having some errands to attend to — I dropped him off for doggie day care at the Downtown Dog Resort & Spa, just around the corner.
Five hours later, I picked him up, along with his report card: “Ace was a little shy at first, not knowing any of the dogs. In the afternoon, he loosened up and played with Kallie (a Lab), Coby (a boxer) and Mocha (a pit mix) in the pool. He and Mr. Brown (his favorite playmate) seemed inseparable.”
From there we headed to Ace’s favorite bar, where he got his requisite human attention, and then some.
We stopped and picked up a cheesesteak and fries on the way back to the boat, and he bounded down the stairs to the cabin, not wanting to miss out on that.
As Ace sees it, home is where the cheesesteak is — no matter how cramped and slippery it (and by that I mean the home) might be.
Tomorrow, we’re off to Philadelphia — home of the cheesesteak, home, once, to me. After a couple of days there, we’ll move on to New York, in search of John Steinbeck’s Long Island home. There, in the backyard of a cottage in Sag Harbor, under a willow tree, Charley — the dog he toured America with — is buried.
That will be the starting point for the next few months of our journey, in which we plan to retrace, at least partially, the route Steinbeck and Charley took — starting with three ferry rides to Connecticut, then heading up to the northernmost tip of Maine, then moving west.
You can stay on the boat, or come on along.
Posted by John Woestendiek September 17th, 2010 under Muttsblog.
Tags: ace, adapting, america, animals, baltimore, boat, boats, dog friendly, dog's country, dogs, dogs on boats, dogscountry, john steinbeck, journey, maryland, nick's fish house, pets, road, road trip, travels with ace, travels with charley, trip
Age: About 5
Encountered: On the docks at Nick’s Fish House and marina in Baltimore
Backstory: Chopper made the transition from desert dog to boat dog several years ago — relocating from Kingman, Arizona to Baltimore, Maryland, where he now lives aboard a huge yacht (compared to mine, anyway), in the process of being restored by Travis Guthrie and Magdalena Sudnik.
Travis, a boat builder and yacht carpenter, and Maggie, an artist, are both living on the Lucy Maru — and, as of very recently, in official wedlock, we can be among the first to report.
(They also do a blog called “Dog on Boat,” which tracks their lives on board, the progress of the two boats they’re restoring and the hijinks of Chopper and a cat named Billy.)
Every day, Chopper — he’s one of at least half a dozen dogs living with liveaboards at Nick’s — runs off the boat, down the pier and into the parking lot at Nick’s where he’s happy diving into the water to chase his ball.
While doing so he, literally, becomes a different dog. When his fine white coat gets drenched, it all but disappears, revealing a dog with black spots. Once he dries off, he’s white again.
Travis and Maggie, who have been together about eight years, can be seen toiling on the Lucy Maru just about every day — though one gets the feeling it’s more than just toil.
Their plan is to finish the restoration and do what they’ve long been contemplating: Sail off into the sunset.
Posted by John Woestendiek September 15th, 2010 under Muttsblog.
Tags: animals, boat, boats, carpenter, chopper, dockside encounter, dog's country, dogonboat.com, dogs on boats, dogscountry, encounter, lucy maru, magdalena sudnik, nick's, nick's fish house, ohmidog!, pets, rescue, restoration, roadside, roadside encounters, stray, travels with ace, travis guthrie, yacht