In the beginning...

I met Tak one sunny May afternoon in 2009. A little over two months before I had lost my dog Sun, a displaced sled dog that had kept my father company while I went off to save the world. Sun in fact did a much better job than I.

Now still grieving I met a skinny, anxious dog with bright eyes and mind. She sat staring at me from across a large room at Circle Tails and after a rather long time I said looking back, “Come here Tak.” And she ran to me.

Our ride home was uneventful. However she would barf at the drop of a hat. It took me a few days to understand that her car rides with people who were not her trainers had been traumatic. This beautiful, brilliant dog had been abandoned by her family and now this new person was driving her somewhere, anywhere and the outcomes were unknown.

Our first vet visit was not as auspicious as I had hoped. I was so proud of my big skinny dog. She was so smart and so beautiful. The vet had wondered if I had lost my mind. I had adopted an anxiety ridden, anorexic nearly year old canine. But in the years to come we would always prove that love would inevitably win.

After almost a year, her stomach issues and anxieties had dissipated. Her fear of men was lessened by one of my engineers, a large man with a good heart who would let Tak run and bounce off of him as they played.

Left: Tak's first minutes arriving in the car, saw her rolling and swimming through the soft green lawn. After that, the garden was hers.

The first summer at her new home she would spend hours watching over her domain and playing with rabbits and squirrels. (Though the rabbits and squirrels may not have considered the chases play.) We developed a routine of rides to the park at lunch time. This was when Tak exercised me.

Right: The elegant large puppy was surrounded by garden and woods and new people who would fall in love with her.

Good Morning!

Tak was more than just good company, she replaced the alarm clock.

On days I would work at home she would stay with me to the point of using her head to bat my hand from the computer keyboard.

She never had any difficulty in expressing herself. In fact during a radio tour I completed from home she would often interject her opinion to the interviewer and radio audience. (Especially when the Fed Ex man would arrive.)

For those of you who wondered what the scientists and writers were doing during their radio interviews, some of us were entertaining our dogs. And in street clothes, no PJ's.

Left: The rare winter morning there was no rush and sleeping in was preferred.

I have been very fortunate to have had some amazing dogs in my life, but Tak was different. She was wise, intelligent, kind and loving.

And it became apparent that she needed more than hanging with me. So we began to extend the training she received at Circle Tails and it was a wonderful journey. I learned much more than I had anticipated.
(More on her short working career in the Scrapbook.)


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