LOS ANGELES (AP) — A hiker who went missing two weeks ago was found dead in Griffith Park with his dog by his side, authorities said.
Oscar Alejandro Hernandez, 29, was reported missing on March 16. His body was found Thursday night in a remote area of the sprawling urban park. His dog, King, was alive but emaciated.
When I was just a kid, we had a few cats, at one time or another. Only a few times did we get to have a dog. We lived in town, and my parents didn't want them to get hit by a car, which did happen once. My first dog, well, me and my twin brother's first dog, was a St. Bernard, named Chum. He was an outdoor dog, that was just a big ole' lovable hunk of flesh. We rode on him, wrestled him, and just loved him, as he loved us. My brother and I must have been 5 when we got him, because that was when we moved to the house where we first had him, and lived forever. My parents went to that house for an estate auction. Someone asked them if they saw anything they liked, and the said, " Nothing but the house." They bought the house for 2,000$. It was one of those great big, old homes that the timber barons of the 1800's used to build. My home town has a river that runs through it, and they sent over 100,000 board feet of logs down it heading to Chicago, to rebuild after the Chicago fire. My parents didn't have the money to buy the house, but my mother's uncle was a very good business person, and loaned them 3,000$ to buy the house, and to fix it up. My mom's brother, my uncle, was a carpenter, and helped them basically rebuild the house, with the 5 kids helping knock down plaster, and tear off lathe, lowering it down upper floor windows with boxes by rope, and hauling it to one of the dumps that used to exist back then in the 60's, with my dad's old 1950 era Ford truck, that just sat idle, unless needed to be used then a plate was put on it from one of the other cars, then returned after it was done. One last note, that old truck was sitting in the front yard, after working on a Sunday, with the tailgate down, while we sat at the kitchen table eating our normal large Sunday dinner. We heard a noise, and all looked out the huge kitchen table, to watch the truck begin to roll, then pick up speed, and the tail gate ram right into the family car. We always had a family car, and a car that my dad drove to work, usually a better gas mileage car. One I remember was a Chevy Nova, 1975, 3 on the tree, AM radio. Just one more of a thousand stories that made our family interesting. My dad had a lot of brothers. I have a picture from around 1951, with 5 of the boys in his family together in the military at the same time. My dad is in the middle, my uncle Glenn is on the right side of him, the youngest who was a lifer in the Army and served in both Korea and Vietnam. The far right was stationed in Hawaii. My dad only served about 6 months before being medically discharged, due to having holes in his eardrums. He had enlisted, so he didn't want to avoid serving, but a couple of years later, my parents were married. My dad dropped out of school in the 8th grade to work and help support the family, and the Army helped him get his GED, so that was one thing that he was grateful for them. My dad was actually one of the smartest non educated men you would ever meet. I have a picture of the 5 sons together in their uniforms, which I will try and post a link for. https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10215621953575220&set=pob.100000055091852
Truly sad ending, but a testament to God's wisdom in giving us such a marvelous four-legged friend.
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This is why I love dogs more than most of my fellow human beings.
ReplyDeleteDitto.
Delete29 years old, he obviously died unexpectedly. At least he had a good friend to help see him off.
ReplyDeleteVaxxed? Died suddenly?
ReplyDeleteMy thought also. Clot shot heart attack?
DeleteMaybe the dog killed him. It just preferred its meat dry-aged.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was just a kid, we had a few cats, at one time or another. Only a few times did we get to have a dog. We lived in town, and my parents didn't want them to get hit by a car, which did happen once.
ReplyDeleteMy first dog, well, me and my twin brother's first dog, was a St. Bernard, named Chum. He was an outdoor dog, that was just a big ole' lovable hunk of flesh. We rode on him, wrestled him, and just loved him, as he loved us. My brother and I must have been 5 when we got him, because that was when we moved to the house where we first had him, and lived forever.
My parents went to that house for an estate auction. Someone asked them if they saw anything they liked, and the said, " Nothing but the house." They bought the house for 2,000$. It was one of those great big, old homes that the timber barons of the 1800's used to build. My home town has a river that runs through it, and they sent over 100,000 board feet of logs down it heading to Chicago, to rebuild after the Chicago fire.
My parents didn't have the money to buy the house, but my mother's uncle was a very good business person, and loaned them 3,000$ to buy the house, and to fix it up. My mom's brother, my uncle, was a carpenter, and helped them basically rebuild the house, with the 5 kids helping knock down plaster, and tear off lathe, lowering it down upper floor windows with boxes by rope, and hauling it to one of the dumps that used to exist back then in the 60's, with my dad's old 1950 era Ford truck, that just sat idle, unless needed to be used then a plate was put on it from one of the other cars, then returned after it was done.
One last note, that old truck was sitting in the front yard, after working on a Sunday, with the tailgate down, while we sat at the kitchen table eating our normal large Sunday dinner. We heard a noise, and all looked out the huge kitchen table, to watch the truck begin to roll, then pick up speed, and the tail gate ram right into the family car. We always had a family car, and a car that my dad drove to work, usually a better gas mileage car. One I remember was a Chevy Nova, 1975, 3 on the tree, AM radio.
Just one more of a thousand stories that made our family interesting. My dad had a lot of brothers. I have a picture from around 1951, with 5 of the boys in his family together in the military at the same time. My dad is in the middle, my uncle Glenn is on the right side of him, the youngest who was a lifer in the Army and served in both Korea and Vietnam. The far right was stationed in Hawaii. My dad only served about 6 months before being medically discharged, due to having holes in his eardrums. He had enlisted, so he didn't want to avoid serving, but a couple of years later, my parents were married. My dad dropped out of school in the 8th grade to work and help support the family, and the Army helped him get his GED, so that was one thing that he was grateful for them. My dad was actually one of the smartest non educated men you would ever meet. I have a picture of the 5 sons together in their uniforms, which I will try and post a link for.
https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10215621953575220&set=pob.100000055091852
Now I know why Twitter has character limits.
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