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The best dog story

 

This is supposed to be a real event but I know these things happen every day so enjoy it for whay it is
> >> > 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 me 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.
> >> >
> >> > I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that.
> >> > "Okay,
> >> > Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any
> >> > advice."
> >> > ____________ _________ _________ _________
> >> >
> >> > To Whomever 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. He knew something was different.
> >> >
> >> > 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 hoards 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 them, so be
> >> > careful. Don't do it by any roads.
> >> >
> >> > Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones ---"sit," "stay," "come,"
> >> > "heel."
> >> >
> >> > He knows hand signals, too: He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and
> >> > "treat" like nobody's business.
> >> >
> >> > Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter
> >> > has the brand.
> >> >
> >> > He's up on his shots. 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. 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.
> >> >
> >> > And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you...His
> >> > name's not 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. But if someone is reading this ... well it means
> >> > that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is "Tank."
> >> > Because, that is what I drive.
> >> >
> >> > I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for
> >> > adoption until they received word from my company commander. You 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 CO
> >> > 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.
> >> >
> >> > 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 make him part
> >> > of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the
> >> > same way he loved me.
> >> >
> >> > If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to
> >> > the US I am glad to have done so. He is 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. 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 have
> >> > 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 into the next room. And when he
> >> > came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
> >> >
> >> > If you can read this without getting a lump in your throat or a tear in
> >> > your eye, you just ain't right.
> >> >
> >> > A veteran is someone who, at one
point, wrote a blank check made
> >> > payable
> >> > to 'The United States of America' for an amount of 'up to and including
> >> > their life.'
> >> >
> >> > That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no
> >> > longer understand it.
> >> >
> >> > "The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him,
> >> > but because he loves what is behind him."
> >> > G. K. Chesterton
>

 

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