My Life with Panja
By Kenn Knowlton I live in Cincinnati, Ohio. I am sixty-eight years old and a retired (or semiretired) teacher. I had wanted a dog since I was twelve years old. In my sixth-grade class, a boy named Mike had a collie named Laddy. Every day Laddy walked from Mike’s house to Crestview Elementary School, arriving at the end of the school day, and was waiting at the bottom of the school steps for Mike to appear. Mike and I would greet him, and he would run and play with us in the schoolyard until Mike told him, “Let’s go home.” Laddy would walk at his knee as they disappeared down the street. That memory is what prompted me after I retired to entertain the possibility that I might get a dog with whom I could share the kind of relationship I had witnessed between Laddy and Mike. I’d had space for a dog in my life many times over the years, but from my point of view that was not enough. Many friends and acquaintances had the space in their home for a dog, but not time for a dog. Wha