| Hi, again. You may remember me from
the last newsletter. I'm Buck, the resident black
labrador retriever at Gray Wolf Ranch. A lot has
happened since my first column, which was only
six months ago to you but was three-and-a-half "dog
years" ago to me. I've kept busy making sure the
staff and residents get plenty of exercise; and
I give them lots of opportunities to shower me
with love and attention. With our live-in population
now at thirteen residents, you can be sure that
I get my share of tummy rubs.
Spring has come to the Pacific Northwest.
This time of year the snow melts on the Olympic
peaks and the deer wander through our woods,
their newly born offspring in tow. Here at
the "Ranch," the guys are getting out the baseballs
and Frisbees and tossing them around the lawn.
It's great to see them play. You humans really
take yourselves much too seriously most of
the time. If you only knew the joy we dogs
get from hanging our heads out the window of
the van and letting the air blow through our
fur and the bugs lodge in our teeth. We call
it "rustic flossing." I know the safety rules
are needed to keep everyone out of mischief,
but you gotta remember to have fun.
Speaking of fun-a few weeks back, the fellows
took a long back-country trek near the coast.
Unfortunately, I had to stay behind. Boy, did
I miss them! The only positive note was I had
the couch to myself.
I realize how lucky I am to be free of the
cage where I slept before I was rescued and
brought to Gray Wolf. I've grown in many ways.
For instance, I don't get terrified and wet
the floor anymore when a stranger comes to
the door; these days I have the self-esteem
to bark. The residents and I: you could say
we're all recovering together. Till next time
-Buck |
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