|For a holiday, Mulvaney decided to go to Switzerland to fulfill a lifelong dream and climb the Matterhorn. He hired a guide and just as they neared the top, the men were caught in a snow slide. Three hours later, a Saint Bernard plowed through to them, a keg of brandy tied under his chin. „Hooray!“ shouted the guide. „Here comes man’s best friend!“ „Yeah,“ said Mulvaney. „An‘ look at the size of the dog that’s bringin‘ it!“
