You’re back so, if nothing else, Jake has piqued your curiosity.
That, by the way, happens everywhere we go. We pull up on our motorcycle and get off, take off our helmets and people don’t really pay much attention. Then they look again and see two people and a dog. They look away and all of a sudden their eyes snap back as they realize that those two people have a dog and a motorcycle. Can it be?
Believe me, we meet a lot of people that way. Some people may be intimidated by bikers (I really wish everyone would get over that), but add a dog and the curiosity quickly overcomes the reticence. Jake is definitely an icebreaker.
I promised to explain how Jake became a motorcycle dude, so here goes. It’s actually fairly simple although it didn’t seem so at the time.
Steve and I got our first dog shortly after we were married. She was a cross between a wheaten terrier and a black lab, a hairy, gentle, lovable friend. As these things sadly happen, Nicki grew old and became ill and we had to let her go. We thought it had broken our hearts forever and said we’d never get another dog.
In the meantime, we bought a motorcycle. Steve had owned bikes as a teen and young man. I had been forbidden from ever riding on one by my parents and had only broken that rule once for half an hour when I was 16 (shhh, Mom and Dad still don’t know).
Steve wanted another bike. I told him he was past the time for a mid-life crisis, but he gradually convinced me that it would be fun. And he was right. If you’re a rider, you understand and if you’re not, you probably never will unless you become one. There really is nothing else like it.
A few months after we bought the bike, I decided it was time to think about a dog. What an interesting dilemma. One of the best things about a motorcycle is the sense of freedom and we had become quite accustomed to spontaneously going when and where we wanted to go.
Steve wasn’t convinced he wanted another dog, but one day in a bookstore I was looking at a book about different breeds when he happened to glance over my shoulder just as I turned the page to Cairn terriers. The author referred to a Cairn as a big dog trapped in a small dog’s body and we were sold. The attitude of a big dog but small enough in size to ride with us.
With some careful research, we found a very reputable breeder in Saint John, New Brunswick, waited as patiently as possible for our turn and Jake came home with us in November of 2005 destined to be a motorcycle dude.
Next time … getting Jake on the bike.