In honor of dogs and the Irish

I knew if I laid off hunting squirrels long enough, I could find a little something that overlaps our worlds:

For a vacation, 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!"