John, a coworker of mine, brought his dog Harley to school. He'd been a stray that John and his wife took in. Harley turned out to be a great dog. He was so well behaved, great with the kids, but to me most importantly Harley had kind eyes and reminded me of my first dog, Bo. (Short for Little Bo Peep, I know very lame but what do you expect from a three year old?) My Mom and Dad took in Bo's mom, a collie that they soon found out was going to have puppies. They kept Lady long enough to produce eight very collie like pups and one Heinz 57 (Bo). Bo never had formal training but was the best protector ever. At the time we lived on the Puget Sound and instead of a sidewalk we had a wooden boardwalk. The boardwalk was probably two blocks long, about three feet above the beach and made of wood. I learned to ride my tricycle on this boardwalk and every time I'd climb on the tricycle Bo would be right there ALWAYS on the side that had the three foot drop to the beach - to keep m
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