Report from Northern Minnesota

[Kevin McCormack]

Garry, I feel your pain. Like Peat, my aged Labrador girl died three years ago this month on the way out to SD for what was to be her last great adventure in the big wide open. We overnighted in Chicago on the way out, and as I loaded her up into her crate before daylight the next morning to begin the second half of our journey, she died right in my arms. Her chasing giant roosters running the corn rows and watching ducks coming into decoys fill my reverie every time I think of it.