Editor,
A note to the gentleman who helped me Saturday morning at Sun Fest Grocery by volunteering to remove some dried leaves about to go down my neck, stuck to my thick white scarf. As he picked the leaves off and tossed them in the trash, I remarked: “This scarf is made from a Great Pyrenees. He looked shocked but had rounded the corner before I realized that he thought my super thick, white scarf was the skin and hide of a dog, instead of the accumulated brushings of a Great Pyrenees. Those of you who are not aware of the qualities of Great Pyrenees fur only have to drive from Eureka Springs toward Holiday Island and turn on Highway 187. There on the left lives a Great Pyrenees, shepherding a herd of cows 24 hours a day. Through rain, icy rain, snow, and bitter cold, there will be the beautiful white dog lying on the ground in the middle of the herd.
I saved my dog’s brushings for 12 years and had the famous weaver, a state treasure, Crow Johnson weave for me what I consider to be the finest scarf on earth. Totally impervious to any weather event, it surrounds me with protection and remnants of love from my dog, Banner.
The gentleman at Sun Fest and I both recognized each other; I just couldn’t let him think I had done any harm to one of the greatest breeds of dogs.
Ron Horton