He was a golden retriever named Captain and was the nicest, sweetest tempered dog. My dad wanted a golden because he wanted a hunting dog, and Captain happily obliged. They went grouse and pheasant hunting, sometimes catching the occasional rabbit.
The night before a hunting trip my dad would pull his hunting gear out of the closet, the blaze orange hat, heavy overalls, the gun in the gun case. Captain would circle him and leap for joy in his excitement. When Dad would get up at some ungodly hour Captain would already be up waiting for him -- my dad joked that Captain didn't sleep all night he was so excited to go.
|My dad and Captain out in the field|
Eventually Wayne re-appeared in running gear and with her harness.
"Hey girl, wanna go for a run?" he said, and Beauty leaped for joy.
He leashed her up and off they went for 50 minutes and 7 miles. Yes, 7 miles in less than an hour, meaning they were running an average of a 7:10 pace. One of the miles they clocked a 6:30 pace, and that was when Wayne said she finally began "running" and not "trotting."
"That girl is too fast for her own good," he said when they returned, both of them hot despite the 45 degree temperature, and a little breathless.
I think Wayne has finally found someone in the family as fast as he is, and Beauty has discovered that she's a runner.
|Beauty circles the chair while Wayne gets his shoes on. He's not leaving the house without her.|
|Getting her harness on.|
|Ready to run!|