More than two years ago, I attended an aikido seminar in North Vancouver, BC. The evening we arrived, by Sensei took my friend Masaye and me to the waterfront, where the ferries come in. It was an adorable little place, and everyone was out strolling with their dogs and hot cups of coffee in reusable mugs.
“That’s what I want,” I said to Masaye. “I want a Vancouver dog.”
“A husky-lab mix?” she said, looking at one dog in particular.
“No. Well, he is pretty, but I mean a dog like all these dogs. They’re all about the same size, big enough but not too big; they all look like mutts, which means they’re probably rescued; and they’re all so well behaved that you can drink coffee while you walk.”
Today, friends, Danny achieved North Vancouver dog-dom. I had just made a fresh pot of Earl Gray when I realized my timing was awful. Danny’s watch told him it was time for our morning walk. He wasn’t wrong, so I poured my tea into a reusable to-go mug and decided to give it a go.
Danny was great! No tantrums, and he waited patiently for me to switch the cup to my off hand and fish a treat out of my pocket when he did something good — which was pretty often this morning. We strolled along like we’ve been saying “aboot” and “eh” all our lives, me drinking tea and him behaving. Now if only I’d had a steaming cup of Tim Horton’s in my hand …