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Labrador: The Story of the World’s Favourite Dog
ABOUT THE BOOK
A social history of Labradors, and how they have become the world’s most beloved dogs, by writer, presenter and long-time dog lover Ben Fogle, whose beloved black Labrador, Inca, famously accompanied him on numerous journeys and adventures.
DEDICATION
To all the Labradors who have loved
and been loved.
COPYRIGHT
William Collins
An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers
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London SE1 9GF
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This eBook edition published by William Collins in 2015
Text © Ben Fogle, 2015
Excerpt from The Shipping News by Annie Proulx © Dead Line Ltd, 1993 Excerpt from Marley & Me © John Grogan, 2005
Photographs © Individual copyright holders
Cover credit © Shutterstock
Ben Fogle asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
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Source ISBN: 9780007549016
Ebook Edition © October 2015 ISBN: 9780007549030
Version: 2016-03-09
CONTENTS
COVER
ABOUT THE BOOK
TITLE PAGE
DEDICATION
COPYRIGHT
Prologue: THE BEGINNING OF THE END
Chapter One: SALTY SEA DOGS
Chapter Two: FISHY TAILS
Chapter Three: BANCHORY BOLO AND BEN
Chapter Four: THE INCREDIBLE JOURNEY
Chapter Five: BLUE-BLOODED HOUND
Chapter Six: ROCK AND ROLLOVER
Chapter Seven: THE NOSE KNOWS
Chapter Eight: YELLOW COATS
Chapter Nine: ALL THE PRESIDENTS’ DOGS
Chapter Ten: LAB OF ALL TRADES
Chapter Eleven: LABS OF WAR
Chapter Twelve: THE END OF THE INCAS
Chapter Thirteen: A PERFECT STORM
PICTURE SECTION
FOOTNOTES
INDEX
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
Labrador – noun \
‘Don’t cry because it ended,
smile because it happened.’
Dr Seuss
I called Dad.
‘What do you think?’ he asked.
There was a pause. Not because I was thinking, but because I knew. I knew the answer but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
‘Then we know the answer,’ he replied.
I burst into uncontrollable tears.
The twenty-four hours following that phone call were some of the most painful of my life.
The knowing. The feeling of betrayal.
Inca, my beloved Inca.
We took Maggi and Inca to the beach one final time. I carried Inca from the car to the shore so she could lie with her paws in the water. Here we were on a beach again, just as we had been on Taransay when her life was just beginning.
I watched as her ears flapped in the wind and she lifted her nose to smell the sea air. Then, her belly covered in sand and seawater, I carried her back to the car and we began that torturous journey back to London. I couldn’t look anyone in the eye. In the rear-view mirror I could see Inca’s snout on Maggi’s back.
Dad was waiting when we arrived home. I lay on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably into Inca’s fur.
‘One more night.’
I carried her up to our bedroom, put her bed next to mine and lay there listening to her deep snoring. I didn’t sleep. I felt sick with panic and in the morning my pillow was stained with tears.
At 6am I carried her downstairs and fed her, then picked her up and took her into the garden.
‘Give Inca a big hug,’ I said to Ludo, who threw his arms around her.
‘Where’s she going, Daddy?’
‘Up into the sky,’ I said, turning away to hide the tears falling down my cheeks.
I carried Inca to the car, taking Maggi with us, too, and drove 10 minutes up the road to my parents’ house. I don’t remember much about that journey except that I cried uncontrollably all the way.
‘Thank you, Inca,’ I sobbed as we drove through the empty streets of Notting Hill. ‘Thank you for being my best friend. I owe everything to you.’
I carried her from the car into the house, burying my face into her fur, and laid her on the kitchen floor. Mum, Dad and my sister were all there.
Canine blood flows through the Fogle blood. Dogs are family.
I lay on the floor, hugging Inca while Dad injected her. Her breathing became heavy. I could feel her heart pounding and the warm blood beneath her skin. I breathed the familiar scent of her fur as I nuzzled into her thick coat. I have never sobbed like that in my life. It was a primal, uncontrollable, guttural sob as I felt her heart stop beating.
I lay there on the kitchen floor clutching my best friend, unable to move. Wishing, hoping it was a dream, I held her lifeless body.
Maggi came and sniffed Inca. I wanted her to sense that her friend had gone.
‘Where’s Inca?’ asked Ludo, as I returned home with Maggi.
‘She’s gone up into the sky.’
‘Hello, Inca,’ he said, waving to the sky.
I had lost my best friend. It felt like losing a limb. My shadow was gone. A flame had been extinguished.
I had loved and been loved. Now I had lost and I was lost. I needed to find a way back. Thirteen years is a long time.
It’s been quite a trip, Inca and me.
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