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I’m sorry. This post is going to be very long. I have been nursing it for three days now. I just have to get some things off my chest.
When I read the original post by FoieGrasIsEvil, I felt I just had to respond. I composed what, I thought, was a light-hearted and jocular response from someone who does take his dogs almost everywhere.
I lived in Florida for forty years, from when I was five. Most of that time, until I moved to Colorado, I lived with my parents on a two-acre homesite with a chain-link fence. We always had dogs, but there was no place to take them, and they were happy in the yard.
My wife and I married relatively late, and tried to have a family, but it didn’t work out. After two miscarriages, and with our advancing age, we called it quits.
We always had cats (usually two, or one if one died) but it was not until my wife semi-retired after teaching for thirty years that we decided to get a dog. For two years we researched adopting a [COLOR=#0000ff]Great Pyrenees. These are absolutely beautiful dogs, with a regal, calm bearing. Very large, about 100 pounds average. We specifically wanted a female puppy, as females generally have better temperament and fewer health problems. The first breeder we negotiated with had already promised one female from her dog’s litter to another family, but said we could have the second female puppy. Of course, the litter was five male, one female.[/COLOR]
We were first in line with a different breeder a year later, and eagerly anticipated our new puppy. Unfortunately, about a month before the puppies were due, the mother got very sick. The breeder took her to the vet, and they found ovarian cancer. The only way to save the life of the dog was to have a hysterectomy, sacrificing the puppies. I guess it was just not meant to be.
My wife grew up with a female pedigreed Siberian Husky, which her family acquired when she was twelve, and the dog lived to be seventeen years old. It was in otherwise good health, but got a cancer in her mouth that eventually took her rather quickly. She was very fond of that dog, and Huskies were always very near the top of our list of dog breeds to adopt.
So, we looked online and found a Husky breeder here in Denver. We called the number, and they said, yes, they have one puppy left to adopt out, and it was female, ten weeks old. We drove over, and absolutely fell in love with her. We paid the family, and drove off with our new puppy. Two years researching Pyrenees and we get a Husky after 15 minutes search. We went to a pet store to get a leash, collar and other supplies. We then drove to Aspen Grove, where we knew they advertised a pet-friendly atmosphere to start to socialize our puppy. We had gotten puppy treats, and gave treats to people to give to our dog, so she would make a positive association with meeting strangers. Puppies are always cute, and many, many people came up to us to see our puppy and pet her. She is so pretty, with a series of “spots” or “freckles” down her nose, rather than a stripe or blaze as most other Huskies have. We call her “Shena Punum”, a Yiddish expression meaning “Pretty Face”, since my wife is Jewish.
We took her everywhere with us, but, since we also have a life, sometimes she just has to stay home and entertain herself. When she was nearly a year old, we decided to get a second Husky to keep Shena company. We looked online again, and there was a breeder in Cortez, down by the Four Corners area of Colorado (Four Corners is where the borders of the states of Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona and Utah come together. You can stand in one spot and be simultaneously standing in four states. Kinda cool.) We drove down when the litter was three weeks old, to pick out which one we wanted. Shena came with us to help us pick out her baby sister. When the litter was eight weeks old, the breeder met us half-way, in Buena Vista, so we did not have to cross the state diagonally both ways. When we got her home, we thought of what to name the new puppy. My father’s heritage is Greek, so we called her “Calliste,” which is derived from a Greek word for “Most Beautiful.” The two of them have been absolutely best friends since, and behave just like true sisters (with all that implies, spats included!) Many people ask us if they are from the same litter, they look and act so much alike.
We don’t have any children, so our dogs are the focus of our love. Huskies, like most dogs, are very intelligent, empathetic creatures. When we are out on a walk, if we encounter a wheel-chair-bound person who wishes to pet our dogs, they instinctively sit quietly with their head on the person’s knee, waiting to be pet. We did not teach them this. Their intelligence is a two-edged sword, however. They learn things very rapidly, but they get bored very rapidly, too! We are not professional animal trainers, but the basics are very intuitive and easy to master. Positive Reinforcement and lots of training time works wonders. They have mastered the basic obedience commands, like “Sit”, “Stay”, “Down”, “Come” and “Shake” (their paw). We have gone through the AKC [COLOR=#0000ff]Canine Good Citizen program. We have worked with the Therapy Dogs International organization, but our dogs do not have a 100% reliable recall (“Come” command.) They do, however, on many occasions go to visit shut-ins, such as nursing and retirement homes, regular and children’s hospitals and other places where the people have determined that interacting with dogs can have a positive, healthy impact on those types of people.[/COLOR]
We have been living in Colorado for over ten years now, and frequently (especially when the weather is nice, which it almost always is here) take day trips up into the mountains. Denver is located on what is referred to locally as “The Eastern Plains.” It is a short, half-hour drive up into the “Foothills,” or an hour or two to get to the “Continental Divide.” Further out, you get to the “Western Slope.”
A favored destination is the town of [COLOR=#0000ff]Leadville, which advertises itself as “North America’s highest incorporated city” at an elevation of 10,430 feet. It is an historic mining town, with early-to-mid nineteenth century architecture and Victorian homes. The main street has many shops and boutiques with a decidedly western flair. There is a scenic mountain train, originally built to haul the ore from the several mines in the area of Leadville (it was a mining town originally in the nineteenth century) but is now just used to take tourists up for some spectacular sight-seeing in the highest area in the North American mountains (Mount Elbert, the highest peak in NA, at 14,440 feet elevation, is just outside Leadville.) The train allows dogs to ride, and of the hundred or so passengers each time we have gone, there are at least a dozen or more families with dogs on the train.[/COLOR]
Maybe it’s the mountain pioneer spirit, or the independence of western folk, but many of the shop owners both have dogs themselves, usually in the shop with them, and allow patrons to bring their dogs into the store.
But the exact same thing happens at all the other western towns we visit. When Telluride has the Hot Air Balloon regatta or Breckenridge has the Snow Sculpture competition (they take a form that’s 10ftx10ftx10ft and pack it with snow and, after the form is removed, different artists and organizations carve some fantastic art into the dozens of blocks of snow) or Buena Vista or Steamboat Springs or Grand Lake or Manitou Springs (a quaint artist community at the base of Pike’s Peak, and there’s a paved road to the top of the 14,110-foot peak, and yes, they allow dogs) or Evergreen or Estes Park (at the main entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park, and for those who have ever seen The Shining with Jack Nicholson, the Overlook Hotel was inspired by the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, built by F. O. Stanley, of Stanley steamer fame,) we take the dogs for a walk through the main street business district where there are always dozens of locals and visitors walking their dogs, enjoying the weather, and shopping.
Here in the [COLOR=#0000ff]Metro Denver area, the same spirit seems to be present in the different communities we frequent. Encompassing seven counties from north of Boulder to south of Castle Rock, there are over a million households with nearly three million population. A significant fraction of these people have dogs, and enjoy taking their dogs with them as they go about their business. Shop owners, proprietors, and property managers have embraced the spirit of the community and have elected to make shopping available to patrons who wish to bring their dogs with them as they shop. Not every store allows dogs, but enough do to make it easy, for those so inclined, to make a day of shopping, dining and recreation taking their dogs with them, and enjoy a full day together.[/COLOR]