MARY: My dear friend Mike Smith, whom I have had the fortune of knowing for forever and a day, told me a wonderful story about his first dog: a loyal Airedale named Jim Jim.
Seems Mike was a toddler at the time, a little fellah in a family of many children with a mother who loved them deeply, but who was a lady who simply had too little time. The small boy Mike was fascinated with road construction vehicles, including a steam roller that coulda made mincemeat outta him if someone wasn’t looking.
One day, curiosity proved too much, and little Mike wandered out into a NJ street to have a closer look at the steamroller moving ominously towards him. Mike’s mother looked out the window to see the loyal Jim Jim running towards the street, dragging the doghouse he was tied to at the time and had dragged off its foundation in the solid attempt to save little Mike from the flattening power of that steam roller.
Mike lived, I am happy to report. And Jim-Jim saved him, barking and fussing and creating enough noise to make a steamroller operator step on the brake when noticing a half-crazed animal nipping at a big wheel, despite the consequences.
So one day, when Doug and I were minding our own business, seated at O’Connell’s, a favorite Celtic restaurant in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia, we asked for an Australian Shiraz.
We were served one called Jim Jim.
It is one of the best on the planet.
We both like dogs so much. And, when visiting http://www.jimjim.com.au/, we are greeted with the sound of a dog who is loved, an animal who eats the grapes when it is time to harvest, a sweet canine who tells the growers, “Get with it. It is time to make it into wine.”
Dear Jim Jim. As Mike says, “now being channeled by a Shiraz near you.”
Get it. It is loyal, robust, and fab.

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