Wednesday, December 24, 2008

BFF...No Really

Just ask any person that shares their life with a canine companion and they will surely refer to an almost psychic-like link that they enjoy. Man and dog have cohabited for thousands of years and science has now proven that the evolution of the domestic dog has been shaped in part by their interaction with man.

A day doesn't pass that I'm not amazed by the relationship I have with 'the Goose', my English Bull Terrier, my Bully. He arrived on the scene in the spring of 1998 as a puppy. And from day one he was my pal, my sidekick. He drew attention wherever we went which conveniently went hand in hand with his penchant for being an attention junkie.

In the earliest days, when I could still scoop him up in one hand, he travelled in an open book sack worn on my back. The same sack I used to haul my art supplies around campus years earlier. As he grew larger he would ride shotgun in the cab of my old restored pickup. Sometimes while wearing a pair of my Rayban sunglasses. Always a crowd pleaser at red lights or at the drive-through window.

I like to refer to Goose as my million dollar dog. Simply put that's the figure that he's worth to me. Sounds crazy, I know. But if you think about it we all have something in our lives that's bigger than money. And if you don't, why are you here?

Here's a pic of Goose at around four months old.

1 comment:

Don Mills Diva said...

He is a doll. I don't trust people who don't understand what it's like to love, really love, a dog.