Hey Folks,
Thank you for letting me share my Travels with Hank.
Thursday, Hank rode in a 'canoe' for the first time. For a few summers I worked at a camp where we taught campers to canoe and kayak. I really liked it and I became a good swimmer and then a lifeguard by working there.
A few years ago, a boat rental place opened a ways from my house and after Hank had been doing so well with his swimming and it's been so hot in the city, I booked couple of mid-week days off to avoid the weekend rush and decided to drive out to check out the rentals. The main reason I went was because they advertised they had life vests for dogs. I thought that was so fabulous that they would have them so I knew we were going to have to go check it out.
The area was beautiful, treed and cool, water was out for dogs. It was gorgeous.
Hank jumped out of the car and immediately the owners' dog came running up to us. I dropped Hank's leash to give him some room. We were in an isolated area and no way any dog could run out on the street so I felt a bit calmer about letting Hank work this out. They sniffed a bit, touched noses, and the other dog play bowed at Hank and that was it. The other dog ran into the water followed by a grinning Hank where they played for a few minutes.
I went and brought Hank back with me and went in to rent the canoe. I got talking with the owner and told him Hank's story and he told me his dog, Bam's story. Bam was a rescue as well and with a very similar story as Hank's.
The owner had biscuits for Hank and Hank sat very politely while he got his. Then the owner came around us to fit Hank for his vest. I couldn't believe how well Hank did. He will let me touch his paws but he's still a bit protective of them. This guy got down on his butt on the floor in front of Hank and asked him for a paw. Hank gingerly gave him his paw but then tried to take it back quickly. This went on for about 5 minutes with the owner asking for Hank's paw and then Hank taking it back and the owner giving him a bit of a biscuit each time.
Finally the owner asked Hank for his paw and as Hank did, he slipped the head part of the vest over Hank's head and then snapped it up as fast as anything. I do believe I fell in love with that man. Hank didn't have time to get nervous or pee or withdraw. In fact we made so much fuss over Hank that we could see him kind of 'pump' himself up - he has this way of standing and moving when he is feeling good and confident. He was like this with his new vest and I knew what the owner was doing in taking his time with Hank before trying to fit him.
Ok so the canoe part. Well, this is where I really wish I had pictures. I couldn't for the life of me get Hank into the canoe. I tried it several ways and Hank was having none of it. The closest I got him was him putting his front feet onto the gunnel of the canoe, but he felt the uneven surface on the sides and that was it, he wasn't getting in. He stood with his head down in the water while I stood in the canoe trying to figure out what we were going to do.
I stood pondering for a few minutes when the owner came out and offered a slightly larger row boat - this was one that had no raised sides and one Hank could get into from the dock. I fell more in love with this man...
He went and pulled the boat out and rowed it to the side of the dock so that Hank and I could get in together and then he would get out. Hank got in like he had been doing it all his life. The way we were situated, all Hank had to do was jump down a bit from the dock into the boat - the other way he had to jump up and in and he didn't like any of it.
But Hank jumped right in and I jumped in and banged and bruised my shin because I was so thrilled Hank was in and I was trying to get in fast enough so that Hank didn't change his mind.
The owner jumped out and gave us a little push and off we went.
Hank stood the entire way around the lake and he was engaged with everything the entire time. There wasn't a time when I got the feeling he was looking for a way to get out. He looked content, like somewhere deep inside he knew this was what he was supposed to be doing. No fear, no anxiety. The only thing missing was me casting a line off the side of the boat to feed Hank fresh fish. Hank looked like this was the most natural thing ever. This was the first time I had a pang of feeling badly that I am raising Hank in a city - away from the peace of where we were, the access to this kind of lifestyle that Hank seemed to relax into completely.
We toured around for about an hour, until my arms were sore and I had to pee.
Going back to the dock, the owner was waving to us from shore and he moved over to the dock to help if Hank needed assistance getting out of the boat. He did. Hank's back end was a bit stiff and the angle getting out of the boat was quite steep. I stood at Hank's back end and the owner reached gently around Hank's collar and said, 'one, two, three, out' and I pushed while he pulled.
Driving back to the city Hank slept like a puppy. I can't tell you how peaceful it all felt with him sleeping like that, knowing the kind of experience he had just had and that I was a part of being able to bring it to him.
When I was growing up, this was something that other kids did, not my family. I remember overhearing my sister telling her friends toward the end of the school year that we were all going away to our cottage where we would do all this great stuff and eat all this food...None of it was true of course, we would spend all summer just trying to stay alive.
And now here I am driving home on a crazy congested highway, having these thoughts about the past, about how I just took my 'family' to my version of that 'dream' vacation my sister and I used to dream about. That sometimes, sometimes, there is still time to raise your own self the way you would have wanted someone to way back then.
All through the love of a dog. A magnificent soul who trusts me and makes me feel worthy of that trust. I had no idea I had a 'better self' until I met this creature.
Thank you all for reading.