My Kind of Doggie

By Jim Hagarty

So you can take or leave dogs.

Meh!

Here’s your good news story for the day. A young man from Scotland was running a 155-kilometre marathon race across a desert in China the other day. (Doctors found bone spurs in my foot or I might have entered that race.) He noticed that a small stray dog had, for some reason, joined the other runners and was keeping up with them. He didn’t pay much attention.

The next day, the doggie came over to the man before the race and looked up at him. The runner still didn’t pay much mind. Then the race started and the dog kept up with him for the entire 77 kilometres, crossing the finish line with him. The race ended, the dog followed the man into his tent and curled up with him on his cot, where the two fell asleep.

Well, that was that.

It will take almost $7,000 and four months of tests and treatment to prepare the dog, which the man has named Gobi, for the flight to Scotland where he will join his new owner by Christmas. The man didn’t have the money so he did an Internet crowdfunding thing and raised twice what he needs.

Love trumps Hate.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.