Justin M. Krumholtz
This is a true story about a very special dog named Splash. Splash was rescued when he was a pup from certain death. To pay back the people who saved him, he rewards them by giving them all his love and improving the quality of their lives. As Splash continues on with life, he brings love and joy to everyone he meets. Splash asks for nothing in return except for love and food. Splash is a true American hero. Visit splash at www.mysplashy.com
Justin M. Krumholtz BS, SUNY College at Buffalo, New author, loving husband, father, grandfather and Splash’s human. Born October 31th 1955 on Long Island New York. Became a resident of Citrus County Florida in 1985.
Started writing Splashy Books as a means of therapy to improve memory and comprehension problems due to chronic cervical migraine headaches.
"About The Narrator"
Splash was born January 2002 in Citrus County, Florida. As well as being Justin's companion he does weekly visits to nursing homes and can detect liver disease in some humans and dogs.
Hello, my name is Splash. This book is narrated by me. It is a true story about my life. It would be my autobiography if I only knew how to write.
Here are a few bits from my book.
When I was a pup I remember trying to get a drink of water when all of a sudden I fell into a pool of icy cold water. I was cold, wet and scared. I cried out for help just as loud as I could. It was a very dark and cold evening as I thought to myself that I was doomed for sure.
I was too small to reach the ledge to pull my self out. I thought I was going under for the last time when these loving hands scooped me up and out of the water.
I believe that everyone in the world must be here for only one reason. Me. I can’t believe that everyone and everything doesn’t want to play with me all the time. I am determined that if you do not want to play with me that some how I will find a way to make you.
As a pup, I liked to chew. I chewed up Jake’s bed, my bed, my parent’s bed, the couch, the outside furniture cushions, the hot tub and anything else that I got a hold of.
Jake liked to go off and explore. He could not be easily contained. If he wanted to get out he would dig out. A couple of times he got a ride from the local Dog Catcher to the pound and Mommy and Daddy would have to go bail him out. The Dog Catcher told them that Jake was such a gentle and friendly dog that when she opened the truck door, Jake jumped in beside her.
In December of 2002, my daddy was forced to retire early because of an illness. He says he owes his sanity to his two wonderful dogs. He told me that with out us, coping with his health problems would have been much more difficult. Watching us dogs play with ourselves and with his grandchildren helped him forget his problems.
