We can take Thurber to early morning off-leash hours in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park, and despite the high level of play and doggie chaos, he will come to us when we call him.
Thurber! Come! And he comes.
At 8:30 a.m. on Mother’s Day, M and I sat on a grassy knoll and watched as Thoroughbred Thurb raced across the Long Meadow, his nose clipping the ground. For the first time since T arrived on the First Street scene in September 2010, M and I were relaxed in public with him, sipping our coffee, just watching him run.
K, at home from LA, was sleeping in her childhood room.
Later, over overpriced overdone Eggs Benedict, K’s eyes lit up with the story of it. That Thurber is finally – after many months of fits and starts – free to run. He is starting to put his fear at bay, thanks to Tyril and the e-collar http://bit.ly/KQaiel. (See Running for Your Life: Thurber Sketch)
Following Thurb’s park-perfect run in the Long Meadow, he actually walked along with us throughout the park.
Come! Thurb! And he comes.
With Tyril’s help, M, K and I have got to the point where our pup – two years old next month – hardly needs to be e-collar paged, nicked or constant-ed. He is simply with us, with the promise of many years like this: the beautiful redbone coonhound scampering at our side, giving pleasure and comfort to us all.
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