Before moving on into the multi-dog world, let me just
quickly say again, Dare is my best friend, my first love when it comes to dogs.
Dare has been in my life the majority of my post-dad years. He’s been up to White Salmon (where my dad’s buried) almost as much as I have. When I was lying almost
comatose in my bed with no heat, in the middle of a snowstorm, Dare, with Dazzle,
was by my side (of course; that could be a puppy pile for extra heat). For
every major (and even minor) decision I’ve
ever made, Dare has been there for me to hold. Before we moved to Arizona,
instead of packing, Dare and I would lie in bed on our backs, him snuggled up
against me, my arm around him. We still do, on occasion, but after almost a
year in Arizona, I think we’re
both a bit more settled.
