July 6, 2017
Volume 47 - No. 27
by Friedrich Gomez
It was Wednesday evening, December 11, 1991 in Indianapolis, Indiana, where 41-year-old Kathie Vaughn lived. A cool 39 degrees filled the air. Vaughn was excited when she reflected on her journey, driving along Interstate 65 near Franklin, en route to Atlanta. There was much to be excited about. Vaughn was an antique dealer and had just purchased her used van and was making a business trip to an antique show at Atlanta, Georgia. Kathie’s only companion was her 65pound Rottweiler named Eve, who sat with her in the front seat. The dog always seemed to enjoy riding with her owner; in fact the Rottweiler was unusually close to her master and enjoyed any moment with Kathie, business trip or otherwise.
As she drove, the dog looked at passing vehicles but always kept a careful, cursory glance on her owner. Her dog, Eve, seemed to know that Kathie Vaughn was different from other human beings. Call it instinct, call it whatever you want, but the dog seemed to just sense such things. Kathie was not the normal, run-of-the-mill masters, at least not to Eve’s canine senses. As the van sped along Interstate 65, Kathie became more and more excited and couldn’t wait to complete the 432mile journey with her best friend, Eve.
But this trip would prove different from all the rest. Kathie Vaughn and her Rottweiler dog would only make it 33 miles from where they first started in Indianapolis.
The mysterious loud noise startled both dog and owner. It was a loud, single pop. The van continued on the expressway but Kathie’s grip on her steering wheel tightened and fear reflected in her eyes. To her right sat the Rottweiler – staring diligently into her master’s confused, blank face.
Instinctively, Eve seemed to sense her master’s fear and vulnerability. Despite the noise and the emerging smell of gasoline, the dog’s stare was fixed – unflinchingly – on her master. Soon smoke began to emerge from the back cabin portion of the van and Vaughn slowly felt as if she were, somehow, falling into a dream state.
Vaughn began feeling light-headed, disoriented, as smoke was now pouring from the engine section. Eve would not divert her protective stare from her master, who now began to slowly panic as she brought the van to a stop on the shoulder of the road. Now full-panic started to set-in because the smoke was getting worse by the seconds, making breathing difficult.
Now the Rottweiler stood fully erect, standing on all fours, knowing her master’s unusual vulnerability. The vulnerability which the canine long had sensed in her master: 41-year-old
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Kathie Vaughn was a paraplegic, paralyzed from the waist down by multiple sclerosis. The van was now on fire and Kathie was close to losing consciousness. She was weak and her shaking fingertips reached out as she, with great effort, slowly tried gathering parts of her dissembled wheelchair.
At first the dog watched, as if hoping her master knew how to crawl back into the wheelchair that the canine often saw her in. The wheelchair was her only hope now, but, Kathie was now too weak, too disoriented, too engulfed with smoke inhalation. She was now even closer to succumbing to unconsciousness and Vaughn only remembers pushing her wheelchair out the van where it crashed, uselessly on the ground below.
The Rottweiler had seen enough. She instinctively sprang into action. With her teeth the dog grabbed her owner by her clothing and began pulling her out of the burning vehicle. Desperate, the
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dog would do anything within its power to save her master’s life, even at the risk of ending her own canine existence.
Finally pulled free from the van, the paraplegic fell helplessly to the ground like a marionette whose overhead strings had just been suddenly cut.
Luckily, a nearby trucker had seen the disaster and radioed for help. Indianapolis State trooper, Mike Snider, who had passed Kathie Vaughn’s van just moments before the fire broke out, quickly raced back to the scene.
State trooper, Snider, could not believe his own eyes. “It was incredible!” he recalls. “When I pulled up, the dog was pulling the lady through the grass to get her away from the fire. From looking at the situation, there was no other way she (Kathie Vaughn) could have gotten out.”
The 65-pound Rottweiler continued to drag her 106-pound owner more than
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20 feet away from the burning vehicle, then continued to drag her further into a drainage ditch just before the van exploded into an inferno. It seemed that the dog instinctively knew that Kathie had to be pulled away additional yardage into a ditch to physically hide and shield her from further harm from the impending explosion. When Eve was dragging Vaughn, fragments of the paraplegic’s clothing would rip away. That’s when the dog, by pure instincts, lowered her head over her master, nudging Vaughn’s arms and hands.
Kathie Vaughn remembers, “She was signaling me to grab on to her collar, so I did.” Vaughn held on tightly as the dog continued to drag her an additional 40 feet. Remarkably, the Rottweiler had never had any special handicap training in caring for a paralyzed paraplegic. How the dog knew how to behave in such a critical rescue-operation remains a daunting mystery.