Sometimes I feel my animals go too far. They are either stealing into my
books or writing some of their own.
Sometimes I feel my animals go too far. They are either stealing into my
books or writing some of their own.
In Taka-chan and I, my Weimaraner, Runcible, digs a hole in the sand in Cape Cod and comes out in Japan. There a little girl named Taka-chan befriends him and takes him home with her. But Runcible soon learns that Taka-chan is being held prisoner by a dragon. The dragon will only free her if Runcible finds the most loyal person in Japan and places a flower at his feet.
After a long and exhausting search, Runcible discovers that the most loyal person is an Akita dog named Hachiko. Everyone in Japan knows the story of loyal Hachiko. His owner died at the office one day, but Hachiko waited for ten years at the train station for his return. Runcible realizes that he has to be loyal too, and so he bids farewell to Taka-chan, jumps back into his hole and returns to his master. Sometimes he wonders if it was all a dream.
Many years have passed since then. But at night, when I close my eyes by my master’s bed, I can still see the misty little beach where Taka-chan and I once walked. It seems so real that I can almost touch the sand with my paws and hear her voice in the wind.
There were those dogs who told me on my return that it was all a dream, that there was no such hole as I have told you about, no black Dragon, no Loyal Hachiko, no Taka-chan.
But I ask you again – who is to say what is a dream and what is real?