Hero

Jeff and I often prep Shea to break up fights. How do we do this you ask? Well, it is mostly Jeff's doing, I simply scream. Jeff finds some way to throw me to the ground, and we praise the heck out of Shea for running to my rescue.

When I brought Shea to the park alone, I didn't anticipate him using his peace-making skills. We were minding our own business, playing fetch, when two rowdy twelve or thirteen year olds came walking by. They were arguing playfully, but loudly. I didn't think anything of it. I'm sure I did some annoying things like that when I was a preteen. 

The problem came when the two decided to get physical. The boy grabbed the girl and pulled her arm behind her back. She happened to scream as he brought her to the ground, arm still behind her back. They were definitely playing around, but I could see this hurting a little. Shea, apparently, could envision it hurting very badly. He was not happy about this boy beating on this little girl and he was not going to sit around and let it happen. Before the thought even crossed my mind, my Big Guy was jetting across the field. 

Shea pounced on the kid, giving him a friendly, but stern warning about what he was doing. I must say, his approach was quite effective, as the kid allowed the girl to get back on her feet. Shea just proved to me, and all those in the park (me and the tweens), what I've known all along: he is a hero!