In a quaint Minnesota town, a family’s journey took an unexpected turn when they welcomed Joy, a pit bull mix, into their fold from a local animal shelter two years ago. Little did they know, Joy would soon become more than just a pet; she would emerge as a guardian angel for their two children, Emilly, 6, and Jonas, 10.
The bond between the kids and Joy was instantaneous and unbreakable. Days were spent in joyous companionship, with playful romps, leisurely strolls, and even shared bedtime stories. But it was the special connection between Jonas and Joy that truly warmed the heart.
One fateful evening, as the family basked in the tranquility of their backyard, a sudden commotion upstairs jolted them from their reverie. Jonas’s mother, sensing something amiss, hurriedly made her way to investigate, her heart racing with apprehension.
What she discovered in the bathroom sent shivers down her spine. Jonas lay unconscious in the tub, perilously close to slipping into the water. And there, amidst the chaos, was Joy, frantically barking and tugging at Jonas’s hair and hands, her instincts kicking into overdrive.
In a moment of sheer terror, Jonas’s mother realized that Joy was not the cause of distress but rather the beacon of hope in their darkest hour. With trembling hands, she dialed 911, and within moments, paramedics were on the scene, whisking Jonas away to safety.
It was Joy’s unwavering determination and quick thinking that saved Jonas’s life that night. Gratitude overflowed in the family’s hearts as they reflected on the miraculous turn of events. “Without Joy, I shudder to think what might have happened”, Jonas’s mother remarked tearfully. “Her heroism knows no bounds, and for that, we are eternally grateful. She deserves all the steaks in the world.”
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The paintings of Italian-born artist Agostino Brunias, who made a profession of depicting the island in subdued, stylized settings that covered up the harsh realities of colonial control, were my first visual introduction to Dominica. However, as soon as I step onto its winding roads, which begin to twist shortly after I arrive, it becomes evident that this region, which is situated in the center of the Lesser Antilles’ curve, is anything but tame. The two-toned leaves of its bois canot trees, which change color from green to white when they sway in the wind, shimmer and bristle with the power of the volcano. It lulls with the erratic sound of its numerous waterfalls, scatters rainbows haphazardly across its breathtaking horizons, and enchants from the depths with its vibrant coral reefs. And it roars come storm season.
The indigenous Kalinago people of Dominica survived invasion by the French and British, who imposed slavery on the Africans who now make up four-fifths of the island’s population and left a linguistic legacy of English and French-based Creole, by mastering the lush tropical rainforest that covers more than 60% of the island. If you visit Trinidad for roti and Jamaica for jerk, you should travel to Dominica for green things like bush rum and flower teas. There are a ton of medicinal herbs in the forest.
The Jungle Bay Dominica resort, located smack dab in the center of the Soufrière jungles, leans into nature instead, maybe realizing the futility of fighting against the earth’s generosity. When I finally get there, the kitchen is closed. Joanne Hilaire, the operations manager, tells me that they never let guests go hungry, though, so I can feel the warmth of Dominica’s welcome. The cook is preparing an excellently stewed dish of beans with taro, rice, and plantain for our late dinner, off the menu, while I have a refreshing ginger-lime cocktail that is a local favorite. When I wake up the following morning, I find that my villa’s doors open onto a private veranda that faces southwest toward Soufrière Bay, where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean converge. I let the light wake me for the remainder of my stay by leaving my blinds open.
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