December 7th. will always be noted as a sad day for me as I lost my best friend in Shamattawa, the black dog. It made it even harder to accept since we were together merely 15 minutes before he was hit and killed by the school bus.
The long outings on the weekends and short walk after work were becoming much more fun with him around. Unlike other dogs he had this understanding of the surroundings. He knew when to lead and when to follow. When we were out in the woods, he was the only dog that would stay close. By doing so he would not scare off the pray, while at the same time protect me from unwanted attention. When walking in town, he would not run after neighborhood dogs and would respect their territory. And once in a while when were being chased by a pack of dogs on the other side of the town, he was the only dog that didn't escape and stuck right by me. Although he was just a year old, he had managed to assert his leadership in the area that dogs who were much older and heavier than him would not dare to venture in our neighborhood. He didn't need to fight, just getting close to an unwelcome dog was enough to deliver the message. I only saw him fight once with a much larger dog, and as soon as he established the superiority he let the dog a way out without hurting it. He had this silent and humble take on being the top dog in the area.
You will be terribly missed.
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