One day, in a remote Canadian frontier town on the edge of a prairie, adventure arrived at their doorstep of the Mowat family. It came in the form of a black-and-white mongrel, snapped up for four cents by young Farley's frugal mother, and was quickly named by Farley, to his father’s chagrin, “Mutt”. Mutt turned out to be a game changer, a dog of formidable character. He not only possessed extraordinary skills as a retriever (once going so far as to retrieve a plucked and trussed ruffed grouse from the grocer), but was a determined cat-hater, skunk-baiter, and ladder-scaler. He was the perfect companion for a boy with a fertile imagination.
