Written by: Beck
This is
just too good.
We were standing on a dock waiting for a boat to take us on a summer trip. Vanessa, the scientist, had packed all her animals including her favorite hamster. Our over-zealous golden retriever got tangled in his leash and knocked the hamster cage off the dock. We watched as Licorice, the unlucky hamster bubbled down to a watery doom. That might have been the end of the story. But my dad jumped in, grabbed an oar, fished the cage from the water, hunched over the soggy hamster and began to administer CPR. There were some reports of mouth-to-mouth, but, I admit that's probably a trick of memory. He was never quite right after that [ed: You mean Kerry or the Hamster?], but Licorice lived.
My own simul-reaction to this line was easily
the best few lines from my live blogging efforts:
She's telling a story about a hamster. Something about, "bubbling down to a watery doom." Dad jumped in and rescued said hamster.
Oh. My. God. John Kerry has, according to his daughter, administered CPR to a hamster.
Update: CPR. To a hamster. Did you catch that?
That should just about lock up the PETA endorsement.
