I had a pet Canadian once...I loved that little bastard....I would walk him everyday....play fetch with him......wrestle with him....and play tug of war with him....did just about everything a boy and his Canadian could do.....but one day, we let him out to go potty....and he somehow got loose from our fenced in yard...Well, I went to go let him in, and he was not there.....so feeling a bit frantic, I wandered the streets of Bonners, calling out his name, trying to find him.....Well, I found his broken body lying by the railroad tracks.....He was still alive....With tears streaming down my cheeks, I carried him back to the house and me and mom rushed him to the vet....The vet told us that he would be paralysed for life...and that the kindest thing we could do for him was to put him down....so we gave the consent and went home and buried him in the back yard....

I swore then, I would never have another pet Canadian....though I still remember him fondly...I just don't think I could go through that heartache again...