Story time! I was just minding my own business, on my daily morning run down by Malibu beach, listening to Frank Sinatra, when I heard a quiet whimper; so I stopped as I thought it was a poor woman in danger, maybe drowning in the sea or fighting a mean villain. I looked around and saw no one, but I could still hear the sounds that came from the unknown. Stepping behind a rather large cliff, I got closer to the sounds, and that’s when I saw this poor, little poodle, almost black from dirt and oil, stuck in between some smaller cliffs. So I climbed down to pick it up, only to find that now I only had one arm to lift myself up with. Then I came to the conclusion that I could push myself up one cliff-wall with my feet, if I leaned against the opposite wall with my back. Now, with the pooch in my arms, an iPod playing “Strangers in The Night” and the tide coming in, I’m somehow pushing myself up these walls and I manage to shuffle myself backwards and roll over, landing in the sand.
Thankfully, the dog is okay and now back with its rightful owner, and I’m now covered in both oil and sand. Time for a hot shower. The end.