My son is a HERO!
I've just got to tell you all this: RAFLMAO! My son is on holiday for the week - I didn't know this because he moved out before Christmas and I haven't heard from him for about 10 days... Anyway, he's been out boozing the night before, so he decides to take a stroll down by the River Exe to clear the cobwebs. An old lady comes up to him, frantically windmilling arms and shrieks "Help, please help my little dog!" - she points out to the middle of the swollen river where a small poodle appears to be giving up the will to live and is fast being carried away. Without stopping to consider the consequences, my son rips off his shoes and shirt and plunges in. He scoops up aformentioned poodle and swims back to shore, where he is now sopping wet and shivering. The daft b****r! Old lady thanks him profusely and exclaims at how treacherous the waters are - presses a fiver into Seth's hand (which is cramped with the cold) and departs. His jeans and underwear were still sopping when I picked him up from the busstop a couple of hours later - he only came home for the bath and bacon butties.
Hero or fool?! You tell me! I reminded him of how many people have died trying to rescue dogs - he said the river was quite flat and there were no dangers downstream and he didn't have time to stop to think about it, as the dog was being carried away rapidly. I was quite proud of him really. In between shaking with mirth that is.