When my family moved to Ketchum in the late 70’s, there was an unwritten rule you had to follow in order to obtain “Local” status: Be nice, relax and let the mountains change you. Oh, and immediately buy a pickup truck and Labrador Retriever. Mission accomplished!
I took immediate ownership in the Labrador part. For 43 years now, my life has been shaped and enriched by a long run of great Labs. Hard-working, hilarious, loyal and protective ones. “Babe” was our first; a black female of dubious lineage and questionable character (barking at the clear, blue sky for no apparent reason). What did we know, having just arrived from the big city?
Knowledge gained from “The Babe Experience” paved the way to an increasingly enjoyable string of Labs. Great and special ones continue to roll in and out of my life; field trial washouts and products of home breeding, with names like Ace, Tucker, Annie, Tana, ‘Riba, Quinn, Kitty, Cash and Raven. Dogs that would give you the shirt off their back, guard the door, fetch countless birds, roll in awful things, smile and sneak under the down comforter (sometimes all in the same day!). Life with them is elevated, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.