While visiting a relative out of town, I had the pleasure of spending a lot of time with cute little Fergus, a member of the household in which I was staying. I do not remember Fergus’ exact age, but he was/is cute and adorable. He and I went for many walks together.

Since most of the people in the neighborhood knew Fergus, we had to stop quite a bit on our walks to engage in chats. Of course, our walks also included stops to allow Fergus to check out trees, flowers, insects, birds, worms, squirrels, rocks, puddles, etc. If we met someone with a dog, Fergus was delighted and would eagerly go up to the dog. He had a real affinity for those four-legged creatures.  However, he did hesitate to approach a dog that seemed unfriendly or was very big. Wise Fergus. I was happy that I did not have to advise Fergus on his behavior toward dogs.

One day as Fergus and I were walking down the street, we spied two deer standing in the middle of the road a ways from us. Fergus and I stopped in our tracks. We stared at the deer, and the deer stared at us. Fergus and I did not move or make a sound. We stood like statues until the deer ran across the road and into the underbrush. Fergus and I then continued on our walk.

To the household’s dismay, Fergus is a picky eater. Mealtime could be frustrating for him and everyone around him. Fergus loves lasagna, but obviously, he will not be served lasagna every night. Often, Fergus does not even taste the food that is put before him before refusing to eat it. He just looks back and forth at the food and household members. Silent disapproval.

As you can tell, I have fond memories of Fergus. In closing, I want Fergus to have the final words. So..what say you, Fergus?  “Woof. Woof. Woof, woof, woof.”   

Peggy Tarr

Peggy Tarr has been a columnist for the Evanston RoundTable since its founding in 1998. Born in Bruce Springsteen's hometown of Freehold, New Jersey, she graduated from Rutgers University with a degree...