No Dog Left Behind

By Jim Hagarty
Our dog Toby knows that when the car gets packed up, good times are awaiting somewhere. Today, as my wife packed to go away for a “girls weekend”, Toby jumped in the car and didn’t want to leave. In fact, removed once, he just jumped back inside. I am hoping for my own girls weekend next week. That gives me seven days to find some girlfriends. Could be a challenge but my wife said “Go for it!” so with encouragement like that, I don’t think I can lose.

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.