Tycho

Tycho was my first dog-love. I met him during a sailing holiday. We were sailing up with its owner for a while and I could spend a lot of time with him. I was 13, it was 1981. Tycho was a Golden Retriever. He was listening to me perfectly when I took him for walks. His owners only had to tell me some commands that I should use and I had the perfect dog with me! He would jump over fences if I would say "hop!" and back again with the next "hop!". I went swimming with him more than once too. That was a lot of splashy fun.

I really loved that dog to bits.

My dad digged out a photo for me and scanned it: