We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Thank you for noting the topic, so I didn't read it. I wept over Lad, A Dog, The Incredible Journey, Where the Red Fern Grows, and of course "Old Yeller" as a boy, but I finally got cured by the hysterical No More Dead Dogs and supposedly serious A Dog Named Kitty as an adult and haven't liked the genre since.
If you think I have an unusual experience with the dog books, it is true. I raised five sons and my wife is a children's librarian. I've seen enough.
Assistant Village Idiot
What a wonderful story. It made my week. I am too old to bird hunt and lost my bird dog some years back. I hope I'm lucky enough to leave this world with an experience like this. I don't get this negative comment at all. Why not keep your disfavor to your own D**** self. This old Bird hunter was deeply moved. Some people just like to rain on others. Check yourself.