The More Things Change…
Cocoa on the Trail
A month ago, my mother and I said goodbye to our lovely old Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Cocoa. I don’t think a day has gone by that we haven’t been caught unawares: expecting to see her trot out to meet us as we turn into the driveway or to hear her bark at the geese on the neighbour’s lawn; waiting for her to come in to our rooms to say goodnight before she, too, curls up on her own bed in front of the front door.
Yesterday, my mother and I drove to Vita, Manitoba and picked up our new puppy, a Newfoundland/Great Pyrenees Mountain Dog cross. I’m going to be very busy for the next few months… I have big plans for her. Plans that a lot of dog owners probably wouldn’t think about. I’ll come to these as the week goes by.
The New Puppy
Since I have dogs on my mind right now – since I can barely seem to think of anything else but my new friend and what we’ll be working on together – I thought I would talk about the role of dogs in the early days of the Red River Settlement for a few days.
As I thought about the theme, I began to realise how some things may change over time, but in some ways, they remain the same. Like the way we love/use our dogs and become dependant upon them…
