When my husband and I moved into a little cabin on a lake in Seward,
Alaska our neighbor's yellow lab, Copper, soon became a part of our
family. We would spend hours tossing sticks into the lake for him,
launching a baseball deep into the woods for him to search out, or
seeking out the largest log he could possibly retrieve. We loved him
like he was our own pet while we lived in the cabin for four years.
We then started building our own home about three miles away in a
different subdivision. We hadn't ever walked Copper to the new home
site, but he had made a few trips in the truck.