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beautifully manicured gardens, the scent of lavender - everyday things we tend to take for granted. Yes, life suddenly had a refreshingly new meaning. What's more, the increased exercise helped me lose weight.
After she was satisfied I would never hurt her, Honey and I bonded; she'd follow me everywhere in the house. I'll never really know why, but she decided I was her 'dad'. She'd accept treats from anyone but would always have her eyes fixed on me.

Pooping was a special occasion for Honey. So much so, she reserved this 'honour' exclusively for me. Friends and neighbours would walk her once in a while but she'd wait for me to take her out before going. Indeed, all I had to say to her was, "Aren't you going to poop for Daddy," and she would - just for me.
We took her with us everywhere. She enjoyed car-rides. Put another way, she loved napping on the back seat. She came to dances, restaurants and shopping sprees with us. We parked our car with the added assurance that no one was going to even think of breaking in, what with an 80+ pound dog in the backseat. Which brings me to the US consulate incident

Honey and Free Speech

We were driving downtown with Honey, as usual, ruling the back seat. Traffic was particularly heavy this Saturday afternoon and we resigned ourselves to another feature of Calgary's streets: interminable traffic delays. As we neared the US consulate, we stumbled on the reason for this traffic jam.
President Bush had recently made a decision to attack Iraq. Calgary's unwashed, anti-American masses, along with a gruesome collection of half wits idiotized by their left-wing politics, were exercising their right to free speech at the Olympic Park adjoining the consulate building.
As luck would have it, the traffic snarl placed us a few yards from a demagogic speaker ranting and raving about US aggression. I stuck my head out of the window yelling anti-Saddam slogans. Heads turned. A large segment of saddamists surged towards the car, clearly intent on bashing me up. Obviously the concept of freedom of speech didn't apply to me.
We were trapped; it didn't help that our van bore US license plates. In paraphrasing Voltaire, I made one short prayer to G-d, "O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous." And He granted my wish.
It started as a low, menacing growl. I was startled - nay, terrified - as the sound increased to a primeval, ferocious and spine chilling snarl. And it came from behind me.
Honey deduced her Dad and Mum were in danger and decided to exercise

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