When I was a kid, I finally talked my dad into letting me get a dog. Baron the Wonder Dog was my inseparable friend from age 10 to 20. When I set off for college, he went with me. We spent a miserably cold winter in Missoula, MT in 1978-79 and left there in March of ‘79. We spent our first night in Seattle at some friend’s house and at 5:30 a.m., Baron asked to go outside. I let him out, went to the bathroom myself, and when I opened the door to let him back in, he was not there. I searched for months and never found him.
This led me to adopt a 6 month-old Shepherd-Lab whose owner had surrendered him at the Humane Society. “David Flemming” was 6 feet tall, balding, and wore a gray business suit. At least that’s what Buck said every time we encountered a man of that description. Continue reading