Thank You, Ace

When your pet dog is reaching 10 years old, you start to think of all you’ve been through together.

With Ace, I have so lots of memories.

Like the time Josh and I took him on his first camping trip. In April. In Minnesota.

It was 2 degrees Fahrenheit that night in Itasca state Park, something close to a record low for that date. I’d only had my pet dog for three weeks and already he was sleeping in my sleeping bag. This wasn’t to spoil him but to keep him alive!

Or, not too long after, when Ace ran with me in a 5-mile race in Fargo. He was figured out we were going to win that race!

And how he checked out my grandma in the nursing home, sat near her bed one night while (I realize now) I was really telling her goodbye.

He was with us on the shores of Lake remarkable when Josh asked me to marry him. Later, he was at our wedding ceremony.

I’m not sure I can count all our camping, boating and hiking adventures in Minnesota, North Dakota and California. Or how lots of times he dove head first into any body of water.

We brought him into Canada, to Thunder Bay, and back.

He went tubing with me in Detroit Lakes and we lost his tennis ball. another weekend, he swam for nearly two hours as my pals and I played frisbee in the lake. We could touch the bottom; he could not.

And not only these things, but my pet dog led me to start a business, a blog, to follow my passion for writing, pet dog training and pet dog rescue. He introduced me to pet dog agility. He’s helped me make and maintain pals I would never have even met otherwise (you know who you are).

He forces this introvert to leave her apartment! OK, the couch, even.

Thank you, Ace.

I’m so thankful for this dog.