Kalvin was a stray found on the West Side of Kauai by groomers, Kathleen and David Gissing.Story excerpt from “Some Dogs I Know” By Kathie Gissing
Excerpt from “Some Dogs I Know” by Kathleen Gissing
It’s probably a no-brainer that being a mobile dog groomer in Hawaii has many great perks. In fact, we often compare with several friends to see who has the best gig: kayak tour leader, scuba instructor, massage therapist, head chef, newspaper reporter. Let’s face it, most any job in Hawaii is a good job, because it’s in Hawaii!
One day we were driving and enjoying the views of the West side of our little island. It’s a location we only visit every six weeks. We have certain areas that we groom weekly, so while the views are still great, they are more common to us. While we were enjoying the
morning commute, listening to oldies (I must take this moment to comment that if you are looking for hip, current music – this isn’t found in Hawaii) and minding our business, we suddenly saw a little black and white dog running along the highway on the opposite side and direction. Stray dogs are an unfortunate but occasional sight in our travels. We do our best to help and if we’re unable, we contact the local Humane Society.
Back to the little black and white runaway. We turned around, which isn’t always an easy thing to do in our 19 foot extended, passenger converted van and went in search of the frightened pup. We couldn’t find him. We turned back around and headed toward our original destination. Then we saw him again! Rather than turning ourselves around one more time – we found a place to pull over, and as stated before, not an easy thing to do. I grabbed a leash and crossed the highway, pursuing the dog. I went slowly so as not to chase it into the traffic. The dog ducked into the bordering cane field. I came to the place it entered and saw it sitting on the other side of a irrigation canal looking at me. I called to the pup, which I now saw was male. He very timidly lowered his head and began slowly wagging the part of his tail that wasn’t frighteningly tucked underneath him. I talked softly to him, approached with much care and patience. He remained there while I crossed the canal and then he allowed me to pick him up. To this day, I swear he looked at me with the most grateful eyes I think I have ever seen on a dog.