Love and Water

WEEK AFTER WEEK,

I returned my favourite book of dog stories to the Colonial Village Elementary School Library, only to check it back out again immediately. I was addicted to stories of sled dogs, police dogs, guide dogs, and more. I couldn’t have a dog then, but nothing could stop me from reading every dog book I could find.
My mother had made it clear from the very beginning,
Dogs deserve tons of attention. She said if I wanted a dog, I’d need to be completely committed to caring for one. It just wouldn’t be fair to leave a dog home alone when our busy family travelled so much. So, growing up in New York, I was simply told, “You’ll just have to wait.”

FINALLY TIME

When I grew up and got a house of my own and a job with an easy commute, I knew it was finally time. Riley, with his blue eyes and splotchy brown coat, was the dog I’d been waiting for my whole life. I left him alone as little as possible, but when I did, my Mother’s words rang through my head. So, I started bringing Riley everywhere!
Riley and I were unstoppable.
We’d hike, bike, swim, run, do agility, and therapy work. There was little we didn’t do as a team, and even less Riley couldn’t do. While rock climbing, I’d look up over the top of a boulder to see him waiting for me to finish, as if to say, “You know there’s an easier way up the back, right?”

A NEW HOBBY

When Riley was five, we took on a new outdoor hobby: Stand up paddleboarding! I loved the idea of being on the river with him. When our board arrived, I unrolled it in the living room, inflated it, and went right to work training Riley.
For an entire week we sat on the board, stood on the board, ate meals on the board, and did everything I could think of to make Riley love our board. Then we headed to the Shenandoah River. I was nervous - I had never tried this before. But Riley wiggled and howled as I put the board in the water. What a sensation - I was walking on water!

BAMBI ON ICE

Next came the true test: Would Riley like this? Could we balance together? I called Riley, and he jumped right on just like we had practiced in the living room, but the board moved! He did a whole Bambi-on-ice maneuver and immediately fell off. With a handful of treats I coaxed Riley back over. We sat on the board and floated until he relaxed enough for me to kneel, then stand. We floated downriver and the rest was history. That whole summer was magical. Together on the water we found something special.
By the end of the season,
our beloved inflatable board was leaking, and I noticed Riley was slowing down a little. Meanwhile, the competitor in me was starting to think about racing. I wanted a faster, newer board. I wanted to push myself! I decided to upgrade to a sleek and narrow race board. It wouldn’t be dog friendly, but I could buy a new board for Riley next summer.
Within the same week that my new board arrived,
Riley had his annual exam. I told the vet he seemed less eager to run, and something seemed off. After his exam X-rays, we got news that swallowed the air in the room and filled my eyes with water. Riley has hip dysplasia. Wait. What? No! How can that be? Not my adventure dog!? The best thing we could do for him, the vet said, was to keep his legs strong and muscular. And the best way to do that was swimming.

MORE IMPORTANT

The idea of racing suddenly felt empty and selfish. How could I ever be on the water without Riley? Being able to share the experience with him was more important than competing. I immediately returned the unused board, and got a wide dog friendly one for us to paddle on year round.