I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren’t certain we knew better. They fight for honor at the first challenge, make love with no moral restraint, and they do not for all their marvelous instincts appear to know about death. Being such wonderfully uncomplicated beings, they need us to do their worrying. ~George Bird Evans, Troubles with Bird Dogs
Two Saturday’s ago, Kyle and I helped my dad clean out the garage. I’ll take this moment to explain that I didn’t help solely for the sake of helping, although I do love to organize and clean. I wanted to make my way up to the attic above the garage to retrieve my mom’s grandma’s antique table. You see, my cousin Mikey is really talented at building with wood. That’s what he does for a living, building beautiful tables, benches, chairs, night stands etc. He was going to do me a favor and refinish the table for my house. I’ve always loved this round table made of solid oak and I wanted it restored back to its splendor. Mike Olczak
It was an unexpectedly nice and sunny day. We let the dogs out to run around while we moved everything out of the garage into the driveway and went to work. Unbeknownst to us, the dogs, Scooby and Seven, had other plans. They were running around the yard for a while, then, like ninjas, they were gone without a trace. Dad got the quad out, going around the hillside looking for them. You see, we know they have a couple hang outs, including the dog at my uncle’s house and another neighbor’s field where their horse resides. Nope, they broke habit. So we figured they’d be back after they had enough running around.
While we were cleaning, Kyle would mention the dogs and say, “I wonder where they’re at?” and “I hope they’re ok.” Probably about two hours later, Kyle looked down over the front yard into my uncle’s field and saw Thunder and Lightning (that’s sometimes what I call Scooby and Seven) run through the field up the hill to the neighbor’s house. It looked like Milo and Otis on an adventure. They wouldn’t come when we called them so I jumped on the quad and proceeded to partake in a high speed chase after the disobedient dogs. Kyle followed me on foot and ran up the hill. It is quite a hill, about a quarter-of-a-mile straight up. I was very surprised to see Kyle going after the dogs, especially RUNNING up a hill. I got to the top and didn’t see them anywhere. I called and looked for the dogs so I started back down where I ran into Kyle heading up. I said, “I don’t see them buddy I’m going back to the house.” He said, “I’ll go to the top and look for them, they’ll come for me.” At that moment I could see the stress and worry Kyle was wearing for the dogs. He was truly concerned.
Once I got down to the house, dad took the quad up to another neighbor’s hoping to head Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid off at the pass. Just as dad left, Scooby rounded the driveway, being tired and having enough. Then I heard Kyle yelling from the top of the hill. I ran up the hill and, low and behold, Kyle had Seven by the collar. He said he didn’t want to drag him down the hill and hurt him. So, I dragged him down the hill. I was not happy. On the walk back to the house Kyle kept saying, “At least they’re ok.” and “I’m glad we know they’re safe.” Kyle also felt that I was hurting Seven’s neck by holding onto him walking down the hill. I told Kyle, “Sometimes you have to have tough love, they need to be in trouble now so they know not to do this again.” I explained that, “If they don’t know they were wrong, then they could get hurt running through the woods during hunting season.” Kyle agreed, but you can tell he had sympathy for the future punishment of the dogs.
What really cracked me up was that I made a sarcastic but slightly nervous prediction that, with my luck, I’d get stung by a bee bringing Seven back to the house. Evidently, I’m now allergic to bees. A few weeks ago I got stung in the arm through two T-shirts and a hoodie. The stinger wasn’t left in my arm, but that entire week the site of the attack swelled up and spread down my arm. Even better, I broke out in huge hives all over my body. So within the last couple of years, I am now allergic to poison ivy and now bees. All Kyle said about my comment/warning was, “Huh, I’m not allergic to bees Aunt Heather. I’ve been stung and it just hurts a little.” I guess all his worrying was dedicated to the dogs. I couldn’t help but smile.
As we watched TV that night, the Sarah Malachlan commercial for animal cruelty came on. Kyle, nearly in tears, put his head down and said, “Turn the channel pap pap, we can turn it back after this commercial is over.” I never realized how much those commercials effected him.
Yep, I’ve said it and I’ll say it again, Kyle has a huge heart! Especially for man’s best friend.