It was dark and the night was rainy. My warm breath hit the window pane like the hazy mist rising from the seaside. As soon as it formed, it was gone, retreating into the morning breath of Mother Earth herself. A pulsing glow, a predictable cycle of timeless life force that gives energy to all she encounters; us. The sun was just beginning to rise over the green highlands of Labrador. Through my window, I saw a silhouette in the distance approaching. A lanky figure with what looked to be headphones in. "Was this the boy we had all been waiting for? Was the moment that would make us whole again?" "He's on the way," I declared as I turned around behind me, the whole village perked up in excitement. Though we were only 134, we made up for our size in our might. Our will to survive. Our will to breed the purest, most noble, and healthiest Labrador retrievers the world has ever seen; the Silver Labrador. Mostly a myth to the outside world; they are spoken about in myths and whispered about in multinational corporate markets across the world-the Silver Labrador is genetically unparalleled in wisdom, strength, and beauty, and it takes a very special handler to be able to be even in the presence of one of these godly creatures. And this is the foundation of the issue at hand. Though we have tried to keep quiet for the last 200 years, thieves and criminals have been targeting our village deep in the highland of Labrador, CA for the past few years, at an alarmingly fast rate. "I'll be back in an hour," they all say. But one by one, our Silver Labradors are taken by dog-walkers who promise to return them. Vinnie Gooch Brown III is our last Silver Labrador. In a dream, our village elder saw a boy with golden hands reach out to him and say: "Give Benedict Gooch Jerrimandison III to me. Daddy will take care of him." Naturally, I reached out to the boy on Rover ® . His name was Dylan, and he was finally approaching us, ready to take Benedict Gooch Jerrimandison III on a walk. After patting him down, and taking all forms of ID from him as collateral, Dylan returned with Benedict Gooch Jerrimandison III. This continued until he moved to his current home in the United States of America after the tragic accident. Years have passed since, and Vinnie Gooch Brown III was the happiest he had ever been until this past May of 2018. I am certain it was Dylan's Golden hands. Each morning he would sprint into Dylan's arms as he crossed the road. Though Benedict Gooch Jerrimandison III was run over by the local ice cream truck in his full-on sprint one morning, and the owner sued for second-degree murder, driving under the influence, and perhaps most alarmingly, necromantic zoophilia, Benedict Gooch Jerrimandison III's name will live on in the world of Ice Cream at least, with the formation of the now world-famous ice cream brand; Ben and Jerry's. As I sit here eating Chocolate Therapy (named after the mass hysteria in our village following the death of the last Siver Labrador, that had to be quelled by a surge of therapists sent up to us by the Trudeau Administration) I can't help but smile as I lick the creamy ice cream off my spoon, tears falling softly across my cheeks; I will never forget you Benedict Gooch Jerrimandison III. To all those considering this dog walker, Dylan...You never know where life will take you. Maybe you also will start a world famous ice cream brand. Until next time, happy dog walking. (Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream-on sale wherever ice cream is sold)