I met Harry when he was six months old. He was the last of his litter, hiding under a kitchen table. When the breeder dragged him out, Harry flopped his head on my leg and looked up at me with worried, brown eyes. A bond formed between us. It was more than dog and owner. Harry became my muse.
When my son was a five-year-old, I gave a talk at his child care centre called, Can I Pat That Dog? I based it on a book of the same title written by Susan McLaine. And though it’s over ten years since that visit and my “little boy” now towers over me, I still highly recommend the book.
Jet joined our family on the 8th March 2014. It had been two-and-half years since we’d lost our dear old Lab, Harry, and Jet was just on two-and-half years old at the time. It seemed a good omen.
When I was 10 years old I pestered my parents into letting me have my first dog. I researched breeds in the library and decided upon a yellow Labrador Retriever. I was in boy heaven when we brought home my new puppy, whom I named, Duke.
As a volunteer instructor at a local dog club, I’m often asked for advice on choosing a dog. A common misconception among prospective dog owners is that the main concern is matching a dog to your living area.
Walking to the local coffee shop one morning, my dog, Harry, besides me on-leash, I overhead a passer-by compliment, “Look at that well-trained dog.” “Nah,” retorted another. “You should see the two big dogs outside the coffee shop. They walk off-leash.”