Remembering Sigird

Sigrid arrived in the early 1980s and of all the dogs we've owned, she was by far the most energetic. It wasn't enough to go for a walk, she insisted on a run.

To drain some of  that energy, I taught her to trot along beside me while I pedaled a bicycle. That wasn't enough. She preferred to race me or pull the bike.

So I tried something else. We got her a harness and a long leash and I got on Evan's skateboard. Sigrid was delighted to pull me, like a water skier, from one end of the neighborhood to the other.

I got a few skinned knees and elbows, but managed to avoid any bad spills. And we both cheered when city trucks delivered a smooth new layer of asphalt.