A Wonderful Companion

dog and child running

As a young boy, I had a most wonderful companion. Poocher was
his name. He had a dappled coat of black and gray and white, the
result of an unintentional breeding of a Springer Spaniel and a
Dalmatian. I grew up in a rural area, with farms and fields of what
would eventually become Christmas trees. Large tracts of Scotch,
red and white pine embraced by sprawling fingers of mixed hardwoods
and sumac at the edge of abandoned pastures and apple orchards.

This was our playground. I climbed trees and forded little
creeks and wandered into the darkest parts of the woodlands as
though I were the first to discover them. Worrying about getting
lost never occurred to me. At my command, “Poocher, home,” he
would dart off and I knew he was going in the right direction.

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Source: FS – Dogs – TBM
A Wonderful Companion