OT -- A Great Dog Story (Get Kleenex)

[Blaine]

Got this the other day....... A bit long, but well worth the read.



They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie
as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was
clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly.
I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere
I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to
settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog
couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to.
And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local
news. The shelter said they had received numerous
calls right after, but they said the people who had come
down to see him just didn't look like "Lab
people," whatever that meant. They must've
thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off
when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is
how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his
new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to
adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.

For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis
balls - he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in
his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked
boxes. I guess I didn't really think he'd need
all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he
settled in, but it became clear pretty soon
that he wasn't going to.

I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he
knew, ones like "sit" and "stay" and
"come" and "heel," and he'd follow
them - when he felt like it. He never really seemed to
listen when I called his name - sure, he'd look in my
direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then
he'd just go back to doing whatever. When I'd
ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly
obey.

This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a
couple shoes and some unpacked boxes. I was a little
too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell.
The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for the two
weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search
mode for my cellphone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I
remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest
room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the
"darn dog probably hid it on me."

Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the
shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys
from the shelter.. I tossed the pad in Reggie's
direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most
enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But
then I called, "Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come
here and I'll give you a treat." Instead, he
sort of glanced in my direction - maybe "glared"
is more accurate - and then gave a discontented sigh and
flopped down with his back to me.

Well, that's not going to do it either, I
thought. And I punched the shelter phone number.

But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I
had completely forgotten about that, too. "Okay,
Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if
your previous owner has any advice.".... ......

___________ _________ _________ _________

To
Whoever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner.
I'm not even happy writing it. If you're
reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride
with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter. He
knew something was different. I have packed up his pad
and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip,
but this time... it's like he knew something was
wrong. And something is wrong... which is why I have
to go to try to make it right.

So let me tell you about my Lab in
the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls.
the more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part
squirrel, the way he hordes them. He usually always
has two in his mouth and he tries to get a third in
there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't
matter where you throw them, he'll bound after it, so be
careful - really don't do it by any roads. I made
that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.

Next, commands. Maybe the
shelter staff already told you, but I'll go over them
again: Reggie knows the obvious ones -
"sit," "stay," "come," "heel." He knows hand signals:
"back" to turn around and go back when you put
your hand straight up; and "over" if you put your
hand out right or left. "Shake" for shaking
water off, and "paw" for a high-five. He
does "down" when he feels like lying down - I bet
you could work on that with him some more. He knows
"ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's
business.

I trained Reggie with small food treats. Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter
has the brand.

He's up on his shots.
Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with
yours'; they'll make sure to send you reminders for when
he's due. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the
vet. Good luck getting him in the car - I don't
know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet,
but
he knows.

Finally, give him some time.
I've never been married, so it's only been Reggie
and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere
with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if
you can. He sits well in the backseat and he
doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be
around people and me most especially.

Which means that this transition is going to be hard,
with him going to live with someone new.

And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you....

His name's not Reggie.

I don't know what made me do
it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them
his name was Reggie. He's a smart dog, he'll
get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no
doubt, but I just couldn't bear to give them his
real name. For me to do that, it seemed so final, that
handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting
that I'd never see him again. And if I end up
coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it
means everything's fine. But if someone else is
reading it, well... well it means that his new owner should
know his real name. It'll help you bond with
him. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change
in his demeanor if he's been giving you problems.

His real name is Tank.
Because that is what I drive.

Again, if you're reading this
and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the
news. I told the shelter that they couldn't make
"Reggie" available for adoption until they
received word from my company commander. See, my
parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've
left Tank with... and it was my only real request of the
Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone
call to the shelter... in the "event"... to tell
them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily,
my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon
was headed. He said he'd do it personally.
And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word.

Well, this letter is getting to downright depressing,
even though, frankly, I'm just writing it for my dog.
I couldn't imagine if I was writing it for a wife and kids
and family. But still, Tank has been my family
for the last six years, almost as long as
the Army has been my family.

And now I hope and pray that you will
make him part of your family and that he will adjust and
come to love you the same way he loved me.

That unconditional love from a dog
is what I took with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do
something selfless, to protect innocent people from those
who would do terrible things... and to keep those terrible
people from coming over here. If I had to give up Tank
in order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He was
my example of service and of love. I hope I honored
him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that's enough. I deploy this evening
and have to drop this letter off at the shelter.
I don't think I'll say another good-bye to Tank, though.
I cried too much the first time.
Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally
got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home
and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

Thank you, Paul Mallory

____________ _________ _________ _______


I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope.
Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town
knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq
a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star
when he gave his life to save three buddies.
Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on
my knees, staring at the dog.

"Hey, Tank," I said quietly.

The dog's head whipped up,
his ears cocked and his
eyes bright.

"C'mere boy."

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on
the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head
tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months.

"Tank," I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each
time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture
relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood
him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried
my face into his scruff and hugged him.

"It's me now, Tank, just you and me.
Your old pal gave you to me." Tank reached up and
licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some
ball? His ears perked again.
"Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?"

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room.
When he came back, he had three tennis balls in
his mouth.

[geobru]

Thanks for posting this Blaine. Great story.
I thought I immune and wouldn't need a kleenex, but I now have a wet shirt sleeve.

[Warhawk]

I got something in my eye about the time I read the word "Tank".

Thanks

[Doc Hudson]

i can't say you didn't warn me. Now my beard us wet.

Unfortunately, Snopes says that the story is not "the literal truth." But they don't care, it serves as a reminder of the sacrafices made y or service men and women.
http://www.snopes.com/glurge/reggie.asp

i don't care if it is true or not either. If true, it is a heartwarming story that deserves to be shared. If it's not literally true, I don't give a darn! It is still too good a story not to share.

Thanks for posting it.

[alnitak]

Great story! But I really need to get glasses ... for some reason, the words kept going blurry on me ....

[fordwannabe]

darn Dust seems it gets dusty around here when I'm on this site a couple times a week. Must be dust, my nose is running, eyes watering...darn dust. Tom

[2ndovc]

Great story, true or not.


jb

[mikld]

Luckily, Snopes isn't the final word for a dog lover's heart.

[papabear]

i can't say you didn't warn me. Now my beard us wet.

Unfortunately, Snopes says that the story is not "the literal truth." But they don't care, it serves as a reminder of the sacrafices made y or service men and women.
http://www.snopes.com/glurge/reggie.asp

i don't care if it is true or not either. If true, it is a heartwarming story that deserves to be shared. If it's not literally true, I don't give a darn! It is still too good a story not to share.

Thanks for posting it.

Snopes is not exactly what you thought it was!

Many times recently, I have referred to Snopes.com to prove/disprove a controversial email flying around the Internet. Well, snopes.comisn’t what it is cracked up to be. Please read on...

You might want to read just WHO Snopes is!?Who runs Snopes? Surprise!?

?For the past few years www.snopes.com has positioned itself, or others have labeled it as the 'tell-all, final word' on any comment, claim and e-mail.?

?But for several years people tried to find out whom exactly was behind snopes.com. Only recently did Wikipedia get to the bottom of it - kinda makes you wonder what they were hiding. Well, finally we know. It is run by a husband and wife team - that's right, no big office of investigators and researchers, no team of lawyers. It's just a mom-and-pop operation that began as a hobby.?

?David and Barbara Mikkelson in the San Fernando Valley of California started the website about 13 years ago - and they have no formal background or experience in investigative research. After a few years it gained popularity believing it to be unbiased and neutral, but over the past couple of years people started asking questions who was behind it and did they have a selfish motivation? The reason for the questions - or skepticisms - is a result of snopes.com claiming to have the bottom line facts to certain questions or issues, when in fact, they have been proven wrong. Also, there were criticisms the Mikkelsons were not really investigating and getting to the 'true' bottom of various issues.?

?When I saw that Snopes had falsely claimed that Obama's Birth Certificate had been properly validated, I realized something was wrong with either their research and/or their credibility. It seems something is seriously wrong with both.?

?Then a few months ago, when my State Farm agent Bud Gregg in Mandeville (Louisiana) hoisted a political sign referencing Barack Obama and made a big splash across the Internet, supposedly the Mikkelson's claim to have researched this issue before posting their findings on snopes.com. In their statement they claimed the corporate office of State Farm pressured Gregg into taking down the sign, when in fact nothing of the sort ever took place.?

?I personally contacted David Mikkelson (and he replied back to me) thinking he would want to get to the bottom of this, and I gave him Bud Gregg's contact phone numbers. Bud was going to give him phone numbers to the big exec's at State Farm in Illinois who would have been willing to speak with him about it. He never called Bud. In fact, I learned from Bud Gregg no one from snopes.com ever contacted anyone with State Farm. Yet snopes.com issued a statement as the 'final factual word' on the issue as if they did all their homework and got to the bottom of things. Not!?

?Then it has been learned the Mikkelson's are very Democrat and extremely liberal atheists. As we all now know from this presidential election, liberals have a purpose agenda to discredit anything that appears to be conservative. There has been much criticism lately over the Internet with people pointing out the Mikkelson's liberalism revealing itself in their website findings. Gee, what a shock!?
?So, I say this now to everyone who goes to www.snopes.com to get what they think to be the bottom line facts: Proceed with caution. Take what it says at face value and nothing more. Use it only to lead you to their references where you can link to and read the sources for yourself. Plus, you can always Google a subject and do the research yourself. It now seems apparent that's all the Mikkelson's do. After all, I can personally vouch from my own experience for their 'not' fully looking into things.?

?CHECK IT OUT HERE:? ?http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snopes.com

Jimmy L. Solomon
P.O. Box 8093
912.478.0368
Department of Mathematical Sciences
Georgia Southern University
Statesboro, Georgia 30460-8093

[LeverBob]

Dang...coming after losing Cassie, this was a hard read. Can't say why dogs are so important to the human race. Maybe it is G-D's way of connecting us with the animal world & not considering them just for food.

A wonderful story...glad you posted it...

LB

[20cows]

...well worth the read.

Yep.

[Doc Hudson]

Pappabear,

I'd already learned that Snopes.Com was operated by a Liberal couple and that certain doubts about their veracity have arisen in the last couple of years.

However, i find Wikipedia to be an even less dependable source of information. Certainly some Wiki entries are scholarly, professionally written and well documented. But there are also many that are not much more than half-baked opinion with little or no supporting documentation. And there are a few entries that are flat out crude and vulgar.

Like you said about Snopes, Wikipedia is better as a starting place than as the final word.

As for the story, I don't care if it is true or not, it made me cry like a baby and if I read it again I'll probably do the same thing. it was a great story and I appreciate Blaine posting it.

[Bubba w/a 45/70]

Man, there's two of us with wet eyes here...Mrs. and myself....

[Ysabel Kid]

Darn dust floating around!

[44magHunter]

You're gonna make me cry...
That is soooo touching.