The first dog that entered my life was a cream colored 60 poound mutt named Argo. I got Argo in the winter of 1981. When I first brought him home, he was small enough he could not even come up to first step into the house. Before long though he was a bundle of energy, running throught the house, running up and down stairs as though they did not even exist.
Argo loved to roam the neighborhood. At times he would disappear for more than a day, and just about the time I figured he wasn't coming back, I would hear him scratching at the back door wanting to come inside. At times like that I wish he could have talked, so I could know where he had been and what he had seen.
Since Argo roamed, he was not very good on hiking, long canoe trips or camping trips. But he did join me on numerous shorter canoe trips, including a couple of trips down the Current River in Missouri. On these canoe trips, he would just sit in the middle of the canoe, with his head resting on the gunwale. Argo wasn't real thrilled with swimming, when he was young, he would only get his feet wet, but later he would come into the water only if people were out in the water and then he would be the last in and the first out.
On July 25, 1994, I wrote to Argo's friends the following note:
Argo was named after a beautiful lake in Ontario's Quetico Provincial Park.