Colin
Campbell was a regular guy living a regular life in 2008. He had a nice
job, a nice house and a beautiful wife until, as heartache often
happens, he returned from a business trip to learn his beautiful wife
didn't want to be married anymore.
"I
really struggled" is Campbell's short description of what went down. "I
was shocked. There were no second chances. No discussion about it."
Living
in Toronto, working hard as he always had, Campbell's friends grew
concerned, suggesting he do something that he had never done before: get
a dog.
Rambling
around his house alone and depressed, he went online to a pet rescue
site and found about as much dog as any human might bargain for, the
kind-faced George, a 140-pound Landseer Newfoundland, though he was a
mere pup, just over a year old, at the time.
George,
too, was in need of saving. He had been abandoned. There was evidence
of abuse and neglect. He was wary of men in particular, including
Campbell, and had trouble with trust.
Together the two healed, and a move a year later to Los Angeles worked some magic of its own.
Newfoundlands
are water dogs, though George had never had the opportunity to
experience the ocean. When Campbell went surfing, George swam right out
and hopped on his board, earning accolades over the next three years
from the surf crowd at Hermosa Beach and competing a couple of times in a
doggie surf competition that raises money for pet rescue.
"I
don't think he had ever swam before, but he just instinctively knew how
to do it," Campbell said. "He had balance and he had an affinity for it
and he did really well. So George went from homeless in Canada to surf
champ in California."
All
of this, it turns out, made for a great book, "Free Days with George,"
out this month from Anchor Canada, an imprint of Penguin Random House.
The title, Campbell said in a recent interview — with the fluffy, white
George at his side — comes from something Campbell's grandfather used to
say, having saved from drowning three Allied comrades on D-Day as they
stormed Juno Beach at Normandy.
He,
Seymour Wylde Howes III, considered all good days spent doing something
you love, with people who love you, free days. "That's a good day,"
he'd say. "That's a free day on Earth."
That's how it felt for Campbell, surfing with George, loving George, sharing George with all of his admirers.
"He
went out of his way to try and make things good," Campbell said of his
gentle giant of a friend. "As he moved on and got better, he really
taught me how to do the same. We were both at a really dark place. When
we moved to California and he swam in the ocean, it was like a baptism.
Like he really discovered his purpose and all the DNA for Newfoundlands
who were bred to save people in the water, he figured it out. He came
out of the water and he goes, I know what I'm supposed to do. He had a
confidence that he never had before."
George
continues to be a feel-good ambassador for all who meet him. Campbell
and George are on a cross-country bus tour promoting their book,
stopping at animal shelters along the way to drop off donated bags of
food and help raise awareness of the need to rescue homeless pets.
Over
six weeks, starting from New York this week, the two will visit 26
cities in their tricked-out luxury bus, the title of the book and
George's black face and mostly white fluff across each side.
They
hope to return to California for a little surfing later this month. By
Newfoundland standards, George is up in years at 8. Campbell wasn't sure
whether he'd be quite as enthusiastic about a surfboard.
Looking back, the 54-year-old Campbell recalled how helping George took some time. A meandering bus trip seemed fitting.
"It
was a rocky start at first," Campbell said. "I had to take him through
obedience and gradually socialize him. It took about a year for him to
trust and to recognize that I was somebody who was helping him."
The takeaway, for Campbell and George, is an obvious one.
"I really credit him for saving my life," the human said.
As
for George, he did what dogs do, as the two began their media tour
Monday. He licked the face of one new fan, rolled over for a tummy rub
by another. There was no surfboard on this visit, but as Campbell said:
"He's a little older. I'm a little older. That's OK."
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