“Buck
– go get me a beer!”
And he
did. With that simple action, Buck, my six-year-old black Labrador
Retriever won a spot in my man's heart.
Abandoned Bradian Townsite photo taken in 1980 |
We parked our camper truck under the pine trees at our original family cabin situated on the shores of the glacier-fed Big Gunn Lake. Lawrie wanted a cold beer so he decided that he should toss the entire case of beer out into the lake to cool it down.
A half an hour later when Lawrie tried to retrieve a cold beer he discovered his mistake. Freezing cold water. Too damn cold - unless you happened to be a young kid who grew up swimming in that lake.
Our original family cabin on Big Gunn Lake |
A
minute or two later he popped to the surface with a beer in his
mouth! Wow,
Buck the Wonder Dog! Clutching the beer in his teeth he swam to
shore where he was greeted with hugs and love and praise. “Good
dog, good dog!” “Now, go get Lynda a beer,” Lawrie said,
tossing another pebble into the lake.
Buck the Wonder Dog - retrieving a beer from the lake |
For
the balance of the weekend, whenever we wanted an icy cold beer we
simply pointed at the lake and said, “Buck, go get me a beer!”
And he did, every time – until three days later when our short vacation was over.
And he did, every time – until three days later when our short vacation was over.
No comments:
Post a Comment