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.but it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to. I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly. 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.
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.
Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog. The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright. (There are services that will assist those departing for overseas duty with the process of finding good temporary homes for their pets, such as “Dogs on Deployment” and “Guardian Angels for Soldier’s Pet.” If you’re looking for a way to help those who are serving their country outside the U. and have room in your life for an extra cat or dog for the duration of someone’s tour of duty, do consider opening your home to a military pet.) While the tale quoted above began hitting our inbox in August 2009, our earliest online sighting of it dates to an August 2008 message board post.
C'mere boy." He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. 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. As to the core question of whether it’s a true story, accepting it as literally true requires the reader to believe in a chain of improbable circumstances: that a no-kill shelter would agree to serve indefinitely as an unpaid kennel service, that a dog owner would turn over his pet to the long-term (and possibly permanent) care of others without telling anyone its real name, and that a dog’s adoptive owner would accept a “sealed letter from his previous owner” and simply toss it aside without bothering to open or read it.
He's gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can.