To preface, I was 21, weighed all of 95 lbs and looked like I lived to party.

I was at a bbq of a wealthy family member of my friend in San Francisco. I knew nobody except my friend.

The host let his dogs have the rib bones. One of them started gagging in distress. While everyone sat staring at the choking animal I jumped up, grabbed the dog, shoved my arm down its throat and retrieved the bone. I threw it onto the patio and looked at the host with fire. “Do not give your dog bones!” I screamed.

Not a single person responded, not even a thank you, but I saved a dogs life that day. Yeah me.