[tireman1554]

Tank

They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie as I looked at him lying in
his pen.The shelter was clean, 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.
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 pretty
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 cell phone 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 "damn 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 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. 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 too 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 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 ****ed 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.

And when he came back......he had three tennis balls in his mouth.

[celblazer]

Great story. My dog has been my one steady companion through 10 years of changes both good and bad.

[VictorySpark08]

Nice Story. My Dog growing up was my best friend for 10yrs untill she passed, that was almost worse then a family member passing away.

Now 4yrs later We have a 2yr old Boston, Who's about to move again.. Atleast now she gets a yard. My Fiancee and i were talking about all the changes She will see, From us dating to us moving out on ur own to owning a house, to getting married and eventually Kids.

Anyone that says a Dog is just a Dog has never owned one, they become a family member best thing is no matter what they will always be there for ya.

[DLVRNIT]

Thanks for Sharing,

Don't always want to admit it but I can be an emotional person and that was an emotional story ! Good luck with Tank as it seems like he's Home !

[SA-TEX]

http://www.snopes.com/glurge/reggie.asp

[tireman1554]

Originally Posted by SA-TEX

http://www.snopes.com/glurge/reggie.asp

By what? When I shared that story I never said "Hey, this a true story!" It was simply a story that showed Patriotism and Loyalty of not only dogs put REAL Americans who fight for our right to own websites that try discredit even the good things in life as well as give you the freedom to go there.

Either way, it is a very touching story, true or not, and if you did'nt feel any emotion, maybe you should look yourself up on snopes and see if you are for real.

I'm done!

"Semper Fidelis!"

[SA-TEX]

hey it made me cry too

C Troop (air) 16th Cav Can-Tho RVN 72-73 thank you very much

[THE BATMAN]

Thank you for the story, If it is true or not makes no differance.
I read this 5 min. before going to a job this morning , and thought about it all day.
Ya, I teared up. I have a lab , Her name is popcorn , She will be 8 in december. She is my best bud in the world. And is a big part of our family.
I have had many types of dogs,(german shepards, dobermans, boxers ) And i think every dog lover should have a lab, just once. They rule. I will always have a lab as my pet till i die.

God bless our troops !

[txbass06]

Originally Posted by ScreaminBlkSS

And i think every dog lover should have a lab, just once. They rule. I will always have a lab as my pet till i die.

God bless our troops !

I would have disagreed with you on this until I met my wife. She has a 4 year old white lab that she rescued from the vet's office she used to work at. The puppy, Piper is her name, had been abused and neglected at an early age and she is still extremely shy and protective when it comes to strangers. Piper isn't the brightest dog out there, and sure, she's got some emotional problems, but we wouldn't trade her for anything. Our next dog will definately be another Lab

[THE BATMAN]

Originally Posted by txbass06

I would have disagreed with you on this until I met my wife. She has a 4 year old white lab that she rescued from the vet's office she used to work at. The puppy, Piper is her name, had been abused and neglected at an early age and she is still extremely shy and protective when it comes to strangers. Piper isn't the brightest dog out there, and sure, she's got some emotional problems, but we wouldn't trade her for anything. Our next dog will definately be another Lab

There the best brother, Theres a reason why they are the most popular family dog in the USA, I wish i could have 3 or 4 of them !