Does this dog know how lucky he is? If he had started his life with us as a puppy, probably not. He would have only ever known waterscapes at every turn, daily walks along the shore and the deep sense of quiet you find on a rainforest trail.
But because he came to us as a middle-aged pooch from the big city, I figure he must shake himself every now and then to make sure all of this rural tranquility isn’t just a dream.
I’m no dog whisperer — actually, it’s my four-fingered whistle that seems to get his attention most consistently — but I don’t think that even Cesar Millan could make this dog any happier. He stops to ponder and enjoy the scenery wherever we go.
Koda and I spent a few moments scrambling on the beach last weekend while Howard got organized before our day-trip to Saturna Island. Howard’s office has a satellite location over there and a silver aluminum boat to get over there and back. While Howard and the Dooze toured some island properties, I planted myself at a table in the pub for a pint, some lunch and a little inspiration by the window.
You see, the Dooze and I are pretty much the same when you come down to it. Living on Pender has taught us both that life is all about the view.
PS. Have you voted for the Dooze yet? He’s got a casting call at FIDO, and he’s too cute not to be on TV! http://www.fidocastingcall.ca/