It's the day before Christmas. I just listened to Willem Lange read the story of Favor Johnson on Vermont Public Radio. It is my favorite tradition to sit and listen and clear my mind with the simplicity and purity of the tale. This year as I listened to the words paint their picture of companionship and friendship and generosity, my old dog lay sprawled half on, half off a dog bed across the room. He held my gaze through partially closed lids for the entire story. Merry Christmas, Pogo.
- my dogs, my world
- My name is Lesli Hyland. In my forty seven years on this earth, my home and my heart have been graced with the company of twenty dogs. Many came to me as seniors. All of them taught me something and helped determine the course of my life. I am a dog trainer because of them. I met my friends because of them. My husband and I are are forever bonded by our mutual connection to them. As a dog trainer I have access to other people's dogs and I am allowed to share in their unique relationships. The dogs make me a better person by forcing me to closely examine my motivation, my actions and my choices. Everything I do affects their behavior, safety and happiness. It is an awesome responsibility. The dogs keep me honest.