Please, bare with me. No – keep your clothes on. I mean, bear with me – although, that doesn’t look quite right either, does it? What would a gargantuan, blood-n-honey-sucking, fur-ball with razor-edged teeth have to do with anything in this context? Just sayin’…
Anyway, as I was saying, in my last post I forgot to mention an especially favourite hero of mine. Not the melted cheese covered meatball, veal, or chicken parmigiana sandwich kind of hero, although both do have an Italian connection – the one, with food – and the other, with Gioachino Rossini’s William Tell Overture – or the horsey song, as my kids used to call it. Shoot! That probably gave it away.
It’s no surprise to anyone who knew me growing up that The Lone Ranger and Tonto topped the list of my all time favorite human heroes in the whole wide world. However, only my mother and the Great-Horse-Lover-In-The-Sky are wise to the fact that Silver had galloped his way into the number one spot of animal favorites during bedtime prayers. The count down went something like this: “…God bless Mommy and Daddy, Omi and Opa, Al and Grace, the man at the ACME store, my friends Vinny and Arthur, Mrs. Whats-her-name across the street, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, and Lassie and, and, and don’t forget, especially Silver. Amen.”
If ever there was a horse that could relegate Mr. Ed, the talking Palomino, to second place for my horsely affections, it was Silver. Yes, that clever, bee-u-tiiiii-ful stark white stallion, had attitude AND a sense of humor. Something about the way he reared up into the air just before dashing off after the bad guys left all my other four-legged heroes in the dust made me want to have him as a pet. The phrase “Hi-Yo Silver! Away!” is so much more exciting than “Happy Trails to you!” Nope, Roy Roger’s Trigger didn’t stand an iceberg’s chance in today’s arctic of making it into the top five.
If Silver had had competition though, it would only have been with Lassie, in part because a dog was easier to keep in a second floor three-room apartment. And besides, who wouldn’t want to own a dog that constantly saved someones life? I could have fed her my vegetables under the table too. Then I wouldn’t have gotten into so much trouble for burying my cauliflower in the front yard.
Who were your animal heroes growing up? Please share!
And for now – Happy Trails To You – until we meet again!