In the past three weeks, my husband has saved:

three turtles: two from the bogs that were directly in a walking path with thundering dogs, and one from the middle of a country road in the dark of night

one baby rabbit, taken from the mouth of Sugar, our rescue dog, and returned unharmed to its hutch

and

a chipmunk that foolishly dove into our pool while I was doing laps.

Okay, he might not be Saint Francis, but this at least qualifies him to be known as “Christopher, Friend to Animals in Potential Danger.

(many thanks to TOM DESIMONE for his mad photoshop skillz)