Letters to the editor 

A small sign of hope

I would like to thank both sides and the middle of the 'sled affair'. Bryce Leigh's effort to convince sledders they are actually part of humanity required courage that I don't have. If there is any snow in Black Tusk next winter he is likely to have 100 irate snowmobilers doing donuts on his front lawn. Over the past few years I have made owners of loose dogs angry with my letters and it is all I can do to deal with the damage caused by a few loose dogs, owners send into my garden.

I would like to thank you for publishing the two letters from angry sledders. They confirmed the wisdom of the decision I made last year to not write any more doggone letters with the naive hope I could convince dog owners to specifically keep their dogs out of my garden and to generally prevent their dogs from further degrading our environment by leaving the pollution that comes out of their 'tail pipes' alongside the roads and valley trails.

I made my decision after an encounter with an owner whose two loose dogs decided to do donuts in my petunias. I was about to damage their psyche's when I noticed their apparent owner standing on the road. I don't use the "f" word very often but after he confirmed the dogs were his I yelled, "Get your foolish dogs out of my garden." I yelled partly out of frustration but also because he might have been deaf too, for he was standing by the muni sign which reads, "Dogs must be leashed" that, just in case, includes the graphic of a person with a leashed dog. When the owner replied, "Don't talk to me like that" in a tone that implied I had injured his psyche the exchange went to a place beyond reason and hope.

Were it not for another election conflict and the world wide effort to restore the health of our life sucking economy, Lauren would have been a small sign of hope. A couple weeks ago her dog Katie Rose, a large dog small pony cross, decided to help me cultivate my garden. She had a collar with a name tag and number but my eyes are bad and my memory is worse so I reached up and removed her collar. I called her mom, explained the situation and expressed my desire to return the collar. When I gave her the collar Lauren thanked me and I thanked her. The encounter made me think we could cooperate to save our environment, if only we had the time and the feeling it matters.

Doug Barr

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