Once in Love with Abby!

We were out at Baisley Park. The "big ones" were on the courts and the "little ones" were exploring, their constant chore. The Little ones, including Abby were always exploring in some odd place. The freedom that they enjoyed.
This was not a test of the emergency notifying unit. Squeals and screams were coming from the plains. I heard the story from the other little ones and not from Abby, because he was too little to talk.
We heard screams and the escapees came to us stating that an enormous dog was attacking. All Bodden hearts stopped, all were accounted for but one. The baby of the babies was still out there with that enormous dog.
My eyes scanned the landscape for this enormous dog and it didn't take long to see that about 110 yards down the hill, past the little trees, between the 2 baseball diamonds was a full grown St. Bernard dog. We were too young and too naive to know what St. Bernard dogs do. We didn't even look at eachother, we just ran down hill to find where's Abby.
Jacq, was talking as we ran, the rest of us were out of breath. She said that they were climbing in the little trees and Jo and Ab were still in the little tree. Dad saw us running and started whistling, which meant "if this is not a death-threatening emergency, you'd better stop exactly where you are. 1/2 of us stopped, they hadn't read the fine print in the whistle. I kept going and stopped about 10 yards from the St. Bernard dog. I was not nor am I that brave when it comes to dogs, even now that I know St. Bernard dogs...
Jo-Jo was slowly and methodically helping Abb out of the tree and she turned around and saw the enormous beast and ran toward where we were which left Abby 2 yrs old alone with the dog. He also started to run and it did not take long for the dog to do what it does. Knock Abby to the ground and commence licking his entire body from bottom to top. Ab was about the size of the tongue and could have been inhaled by that dog, if it weren't a St. Bernard.
He was being loved on, by a St. Bernard. I like you Ab, tell me what is wrong and I can help you. You are what is wrong, we said. We didn't know that St. Bernard dogs were helper dogs. Abby did now. I don't think he was ever afraid of any animal after that.
Every creature loved Abby!