Bachelor parties are a fun way to celebrate the ending of singlehood and the beginning of married life. Some people go absolutely wild in Vegas, some enjoy a quiet celebration with just a few buddies – there are a plethora of ways to have that last ‘huzzah’. Mitch White planned to have a relaxing canoe trip with his closest buddies. The groom-to-be had no idea that this trip would turn into a rescue mission for an elderly dog stuck in the mud. That’s a bachelor party he surely won’t forget.
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One lovely day, Mitch, a young groom-to-be, gathered his closest friends and set out on a canoe trip to celebrate his upcoming marriage. This bachelor party was supposed to be all about nature and bonding. And is there a better way to bond than rescuing a pup together?
Just after the group had lunch and moved on with their journey, Mitch’s nephew, Gaylen Fraenkel, heard a sad barking. They hadn’t encountered anyone, so it was highly unlikely it was some camper’s dog. The young man decided to turn the canoe around to make sure everything was okay. And good thing he did – a desperate dog was stuck in thick mud and using his last bits of strength to call for help.
Upon closer inspection, they saw that the poor fella was an elderly Saint Bernard. He was very thin and exhausted with a nasty tick attached to his eye. The rest of the group turned their canoes around and jumped in to help. The mud was so deep and thick, everyone sunk up to their knees. But they were relentless in their attempt to rescue the dog, using oars as shovels to dig him out.
Mitch White was out on his bachelor party trip with his closest friends. The guys were canoeing when they heard barking
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When they approached the shore they saw a dog asking for help, completely stuck in the mud
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The guys quickly jumped out and started digging him out, using oars as shovels
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To keep the pooch comfortable, they offered him water, of which he drank half a gallon before stopping. The kind guys shared their lunch with him, giving him some lunch meat and summer sausages. This quick snack was supposed to give him an energy boost to get up. The bachelors named him Wilson and called out his new name in an attempt to get him up, but he was too tired, even after the delicious summer sausages.
The group didn’t want to approach Wilson too closely as they didn’t see any collar and weren’t sure if he was friendly. That’s a good practice when dealing with a dog you don’t know.
Alex, one of Mitch’s friends, decided it was time to call for help and dialed up 911. He explained the situation and they dispatched the Carver Fire Department, who came to Wilson’s aid in 20 minutes. They brought a harness that they were able to get under his chest and the fire department men, together with two of Mitch’s friends, pulled Wilson out of his muddy prison. Hurray!
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Thanks to the kindness of the bachelors and help from the local fire department, the adorable pooch was rescued
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After a successful rescue mission, Wilson was in for another pleasant surprise. Five minutes after he was pulled out of the mud, his owner showed up. He was surprised to see his four-legged pal all covered in mud. “Ed! What are you doing down there in the mud?!” he exclaimed at the sight of his dog. That’s how Mitch and his friends found out they’d been calling Ed the wrong name. Although he does look like a Wilson to me.
A couple of days ago, Mitch got a pleasant surprise when a friend of the owners reached out to him. He wanted to let Ed’s saviors know that he was doing much better, recovering nicely and was already moving around on his own. I bet his owners won’t let him out of their sight now.
Ed, a lovely senior Saint Bernard, was reunited with his owner and is feeling much better
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Adorable Ed was clearly born under a lucky star. Mitch’s party found him just in time to get him to safety. But what if they hadn’t found him?
Owners want the best for their dogs – the best treats, loads of toys and freedom to roam and explore. Unfortunately, letting your dog off the leash can be very dangerous as they can get lost like poor Ed here. They might decide to snack on something dangerous that can result in a stack of medical bills and a long and painful recovery. Keep an eye on your pet to avoid injuries or some malicious person trying to steal your beloved pooch.
Walks with their human are the highlight of any dog’s day and they look forward to it. It’s that one time of the day when they have your undivided attention and love, so try to make the best out of it. Avoid going on your phone or listening to music; instead, try talking to your dog and watch their face light up when you say, ‘hey buddy!’. The more fun activities you do, the stronger the bond you create with your pooch. Look into those eyes and remember that you are everything to them, so make the most of the short time you have together.
People in the comments praised the bachelors for their act of kindness
My Husband Canceled My Birthday Dinner So His Friends Could Watch the Game at Our House — He Regretted It
On her birthday, Janine plans the perfect evening. Homemade dinner, candlelight and the quiet hope of being seen. But when her husband arrives with his friends and forgets everything, she makes a decision he never saw coming. This isn’t just a story about a ruined dinner. It’s about the night a woman finally chose herself.
I’m not dramatic.
I don’t need grand gestures or rose petals on the floor. I’ve never dreamed of surprise parties or social media tributes with sparkly filters and “I’m so lucky” captions. I don’t want to be the center of attention, twirling in a spotlight.
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I never have.
But once a year, on my birthday, I believe that it’s fair to ask for a little effort. A little pause. A little something that says, Hey, I know you exist. I’m glad you’re here.
Just one evening. To feel seen.
Apparently, even that is too much.
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I’m Janine. I’m the wife who remembers your coffee order, who packs snacks for your long drives, who listens, really listens, even when I’m exhausted. I’m the one who irons your shirts before your big meeting and makes sure that there’s a fresh towel when you step out of the shower.
I know the exact way you like your pie crust. Flaky, never soggy. I restock your cold meds before you even realize you’re sick. And when you’re down, I hover like you’re the last man on Earth, delivering soup like it’s sacred.
I don’t make things about me. I never have. I’ve always found comfort in the background, in the quiet flow of taking care of everyone else.
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But this year?
I just wanted one day. One moment. One simple celebration that wasn’t something I had to build with my own two hands.
And I thought, I really thought, that he’d notice.
I sat on the porch step with a mug of matcha warming my hands, watching the last of the evening light spill over the driveway. The scent of jasmine drifted from the garden I kept alive alone, season after season.
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And I remembered another birthday.
Two years ago. A Wednesday. I came home from work to find the house quiet. No card. No cake. Just a sink full of dishes and Kyle in the den, cursing at his fantasy football stats.
“I’ll make it up to you this weekend,” he’d said, not looking up from his laptop. But he never did. The weekend came and went with errands, Kyle nursing a hangover, and a quick dinner at a noisy bar where he checked his phone between bites of pizza.
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I didn’t cry then, either, in the silence of my own company. But I realized something bitter:
He didn’t forget. My husband didn’t forget. He just didn’t think that it mattered.
And that realization landed harder than any missed dinner ever could.
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But this year, I decided to change everything. I wanted it to be about me. I needed it to be about me.
I planned my own birthday dinner.
Not a restaurant… I didn’t want to force Kyle into anything “extra.” No reservations, no price tags, no fuss. Just a quiet evening at home with candles flickering in little glass holders.
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Kyle’s favorite roast lamb, slow-cooked with rosemary and garlic. A jazz playlist humming in the background. The table set with linen napkins I’d ironed that morning, polished silverware and two wine glasses we’d barely used since our anniversary three years ago.
For dessert, I made a cake from scratch. Lemon zest and almond cream because when we were still dating, my husband had mentioned that flavor reminded him of his grandmother. He’d only said it once, in passing.
But I remembered.
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I even bought myself a new dress. Navy blue. It was fitted at the waist, soft against the skin. I curled my hair, put on a touch of lipstick and dabbed the perfume he bought me four Christmases ago. The same perfume that I’d only worn twice.
It smelled like hope to me.
I wanted to be seen. Not in a social media post way. But in a “my husband actually notices me” way.
Which is why I planned the entire thing… for my birthday.
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By the evening, everything was ready. The lamb rested on a serving dish. The wine was chilled. The mint sauce was in a little white bowl. The cake was cooling under a glass dome.
I checked the clock. Rechecked the table. Adjusted the vase of tulips. Smoothed the front of my dress with slightly shaking hands.
And then, the front door opened. Laughter, loud and thoughtless, spilled down the hall.
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The smell of greasy pizza took over the house. The thud of boots not wiped at the door. The air had shifted immediately.
Kyle walked in, laughing with his friends. He was balancing two twelve-packs and three pizza boxes. Behind him were Chris, Josh and Dev. Kyle’s game-night crew. They called out greetings, already halfway to the couch.
No “happy birthday.” No flowers. Not even a glance at the candles I’d lit or the silverware I’d polished. Just noise, beer and the sound of something inside me quietly folding in on itself.
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“Kyle?” I called. “Come here a sec?”
He sighed and walked toward me.
Kyle looked at the table and paused.
“Oh, right…” he said slowly. “This was tonight, huh? Yeah, we’re going to have to reschedule, Janine. The guys are here to watch the game.”
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There was no apology. No hesitation. Just a lazy shrug and a look toward the couch.
He plopped down like he owned the room, kicked off his shoes and reached for the remote. The TV lit up in a flash. His voice rose over the music I had carefully chosen. He cracked a beer and held it up like a trophy.
I just sat there, at the dining table, trying to understand when I’d lost my husband.
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“Starving, babe,” he said a few minutes later, standing right in front of me. “I’m taking the lamb. Looks delicious. There’s pizza if you want.”
He took the roast lamb and started picking at it. The one I’d basted and brushed every half hour. The one I made to feel like a hug on a plate.
Josh came to the table and grabbed the bowl of roast potatoes. Chris poured wine into a red Solo cup. Dev joked about the candlelight, calling it “romantic for a dude’s night.”
A platter of roast lamb | Source: Midjourney
I stood in the doorway, hands at my sides, watching.
Watching the napkins I’d ironed crumple beneath greasy hands. Watching the food I’d made for myself, on my own birthday, disappear into paper plates and careless mouths.
Watching my night die in real time. In front of me.
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But I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream.
Instead, I smiled. A small, hollow thing.
“Wait,” I said calmly. “I made something really special for tonight. Just give me five minutes, okay?”
They nodded, barely looking up, thinking I probably had dessert or some party trick coming. They went back to their chatter and chewing.
A man holding a plate of pizza | Source: Midjourney
But that was it. I wasn’t having it anymore. Enough was enough.
I walked to the laundry room. I opened the fuse box. Took one last deep breath and shut everything down. The power, the Wi-Fi, the backup router.
All of it.
The house dropped into sudden darkness. The TV cut off mid-commentary. The fridge stopped humming. The only sound was the dull confusion rising in the dark.
A woman standing in a laundry room | Source: Midjourney
“Babe?!” Kyle’s voice echoed down the hall.
“What happened?” I asked.
I returned to the kitchen with a candle in hand, illuminating the untouched birthday cake still glowing on the counter like a soft little rebellion. I picked up my phone and texted my parents.
“What’s going on?” Josh mumbled.
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“Power outage,” I said simply. “You’ll probably have to call someone. Might take a few hours.”
Then I packed the rest of the food, well, what hadn’t been mauled, into containers. I slid them into a tote bag, grabbed my coat and keys and walked right out of the door.
No one stopped me.
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I drove to my parents’ house. My sister was there. So were a few old friends from the neighborhood. There were balloons. Gifts. A hand-drawn banner. A cake from the 24-hour bakery. How they managed to do all of that in the 30 minutes it took to get there, I’ll never know.
There was music that didn’t make my ears ring. There was no loud sport commentary. There was laughter that didn’t feel forced.
There was a seat, just for me.
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And for the first time in years, I felt celebrated.
I laughed. I danced. I ate a slice of cake that didn’t taste like obligation. There were candles, hugs, stories from old friends who still remembered the girl I used to be. For once, I didn’t feel like an afterthought. I felt like Janine, not someone’s wife, or someone’s “MVP.”
I was just… me.
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I got texts, of course. Missed calls. Kyle even left a voicemail. His voice was laced with confusion more than concern.
“You’re seriously mad, Janine? Over dinner? Call me back.”
I didn’t.
But I returned home the next morning.
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Kyle was in the kitchen, arms crossed, his foot tapping against the tile like he’d been practicing his speech.
“Seriously?” he snapped the moment I walked in. “Cutting the power? Over a missed dinner? I was still in the house! We were sharing the dinner with my boys! That was just so dramatic, Janine.”
His tone was all accusation and zero apology. Like I was a child who’d flipped a Monopoly board instead of a woman who’d finally run out of patience.
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I didn’t answer. Just slipped off my coat, set down my bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped box from the tote.
“What’s that?” he blinked.
I handed it to him without a word. He tore at the wrapping, the irritation still clinging to him.
Then he saw what was inside.
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Divorce papers. They weren’t real, yet. I hadn’t had the time to get real papers drawn up. This was something I’d downloaded off the internet at my parents’ house. There were no names on it but I figured that it would get the message across.
Kyle’s hands froze mid-flip. His brow furrowed as he scanned the top page, as if some fine print might reveal it was a joke.
“You can’t be serious,” he said finally, his voice quieter now. Less sure.
I looked at him, really looked, and saw a man so used to being prioritized that it never crossed his mind that I might choose myself.
Divorce documents on a table | Source: Midjourney
“You’re right,” I said, my voice soft. “I wasn’t serious. Not about dinner. Not about birthdays. Not about me. I stopped being serious about what I needed a long time ago, Kyle.”
I paused, taking a deep breath.
“But I’m done being the only one who cares.”
I walked past him, the click of my heels the only punctuation I needed. I didn’t look back. But as I reached the doorway, I stopped.
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I pulled the candle from my bag, the one that had stayed lit through dinner, through the drive, through the quiet.
I walked back into the living room, set it gently on the windowsill and lit it. Its glow was steady. Small. Defiant.
Kyle stood behind me, confused.
“The power’s back,” he said stupidly.
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“It’s not about that. It’s not for that. I don’t need the power back on,” I said. “I found everything I needed in the dark, Kyle.”
And then I left. No speech. No slam of the door.
Just the quiet sound of a woman choosing herself for the first time in far too long. I’m not sure what game they were watching that night… but I know who really won. Because I may have walked out with cold leftovers and one flickering flame. But I also walked out with my dignity.
And I never looked back.
A woman walking down a driveway | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done?
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