To the editor:
I come to Kelowna each year in early July to attend a KHS Class of 1962 reunion at McCullough Station.
Our class had 1,958 graduates and we saw about 50 of them at the pub the first Saturday of July— not a bad turnout after 54 years.
I stay with a friend near Redlich Pond in Glenmore. My wife stays home with our Great Dane, Texas Ranger.
I was nearing my friend’s home a few days ago, when I saw a couple walking a fawn-coloured Great Dane that looked a lot like mine. I immediately stopped to ask if I could have a ‘dog fix.’ They said OK and added that they thought I stopped to ask directions. The couple saw my car license plate and said they had just returned from California.
Then they said that while there they introduced themselves to a lady on the beach who was walking a Great Dane. They said the dog’s name was Texas something.
I replied that it was my dog, which surprised everyone. The odds that they would have med my wife and dog on a California beach are pretty remote. After all, California is reasonably large.
To top it off they live a block or two from my friend.
I think we can conclude two things.
One: ‘Dog’ people are a strange breed
Two: The world is actually a pretty small place.
Edward Slater, Cardiff by the Sea, California
