## A Canine Cliffhanger and the Triumph of… Well, Something
Right then. Let’s talk about this situation. A dog. Fell. Off a cliff. Forty feet. At Fort Funston. Are we *seriously* still doing this? Honestly, I feel like we’ve reached peak absurdity in the annals of human-animal interaction. It’s almost… poetic, isn’t it? The relentless drive to document every single instance of canine clumsiness for internet consumption.
And because a fluffy tail and some floppy ears are involved, suddenly *everyone* needs to be a hero. A San Francisco Fire Department crew? Really? Do they not have, like, fires to fight? I’m picturing them now, meticulously rigging ropes, assessing the terrain, probably debating the optimal angle of descent – all for Fido who clearly decided gravity was more appealing than staying on solid ground.
Don’t misunderstand me. I’m thrilled the dog is okay. Truly. But isn’t there a tiny part of you that just wants to whisper, “Maybe…don’t let your dog near cliffs?” It’s not exactly rocket science, folks. Fort Funston is renowned for its bluffs! A reasonable person would be aware of this.
This whole incident is a magnificent testament to our modern obsession with manufactured drama. We’re all just waiting for the next adorable disaster, ready to share it with breathless enthusiasm. And speaking of sharing… I bet some influencer got *amazing* content out of this rescue. A little dog, a dramatic backdrop, heroic firefighters… prime material!
Just once, I’d like to hear about a dog *not* needing rescuing. A dog who made sensible life choices. A dog who stayed firmly on the beach and didn’t attempt a mountaineering expedition without proper safety gear. Is that too much to ask?
