My daughter’s family recently left on a vacation. Our job was to watch their dog, which is not a big deal. This animal is more like a relative. Tosh has been in our family for years. His ‘daddy’ (my son-in-law) is an avid fisherman and my fly-fishing mentor. And though I try to live up to the high water mark of my guide, I find myself trailing quite a bit despite my best efforts. But Tosh hangs back with me and pulls me through the tough areas and frigid river crossings when I need his help most. I seriously don’t think I would have made it on my own. I remember one particular trip where I couldn’t have done it without him. I needed his stability and companionship. That is just a taste of our history.
So this morning, I took Tosh on a walk. He is a giant black Great Dane/Labrador mix. All the little dogs in the neighborhood went nuts as we walked by their homes. Tosh was unaffected and unimpressed. He just kept moving forward. We shortened the route some because when we began walking, the cold air suddenly filled with small flakes of snow that collected on my clothes and along the dog’s back. Since the snow was just beginning to fall and the weather inclement, we shortened our trip a bit. It was really cold. We made it home just in time before the blizzard really set in. (highlighted)