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Wednesday, January 15, 2014
How Reggie Became Tank...
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The first time I went to Iraq my adopted Pit/Basset/Lab mix spent the year I was gone taking all of my left shoes into his kennel and chewing them. When I came home and my wife opened the kennel he cried, started shaking and peed on the floor. I think he thought I was dead and returned as a ghost. For the next three years every time I packed a bag to go to the field or TDY somewhere he would take stuff out every time I turned my back, as if he thought if he could stop me from packing he could stop me from leaving. Three years later I went back to Iraq, for a much shorter tour, and I was in a place where I could call home. My wife would put him on the phone and he would wag his tail and smile a dog smile.When I got home there was nothing but pure joy on his face and he didn't let me out of his sight for a week. Four years later I went back to Iraq one last time. By then Bubba was 10. I cried when I left the house and made hime "promise" (as if a dog can make promises) to be there when I got home. I'd even Skype with hime when I talked to my wife and kids. Bubba was there as promised when I got home, and ran and jumped on me like a puppy. We had six more months together. One morning I went to work. Kissed him on the head before I left the house like I always did, told him he was in charge until I got back and that I loved him. When I got home that evening my wife was standing in the driveway crying. Bubba had played with his buddies in the back yard. Had a long walk. Layed in the sun on his back catching a tan. Then hopped on the couch and had a nap that he never woke up from. Its amazing how dogs can touch us in ways that people can't.
I don't know if this story is real or not. It IS a nice story, even if it's apocryphal. Still, it reminds me a lot of a country song written when I was in high school about a Corvette owned by a Vietnam War soldier who didn't come home.
What a great story! Thanks for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteMy twelve year old son just asked me if I was okay.
ReplyDeleteAnd I said yeah.
I just read a really sad story.
Wow, that's one hell of a story! And as the owner of a rescue-dog, I'd like to say thank you for saving Reggie... Er, I mean Tank! =)
ReplyDeleteLiteralism says it's not true. But it's a great story.
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And now I have some tears in my eyes.
ReplyDeleteGreat story!!
Thank you........
Just gave my 2 dogs a big hug goodnight.
The first time I went to Iraq my adopted Pit/Basset/Lab mix spent the year I was gone taking all of my left shoes into his kennel and chewing them. When I came home and my wife opened the kennel he cried, started shaking and peed on the floor. I think he thought I was dead and returned as a ghost. For the next three years every time I packed a bag to go to the field or TDY somewhere he would take stuff out every time I turned my back, as if he thought if he could stop me from packing he could stop me from leaving. Three years later I went back to Iraq, for a much shorter tour, and I was in a place where I could call home. My wife would put him on the phone and he would wag his tail and smile a dog smile.When I got home there was nothing but pure joy on his face and he didn't let me out of his sight for a week. Four years later I went back to Iraq one last time. By then Bubba was 10. I cried when I left the house and made hime "promise" (as if a dog can make promises) to be there when I got home. I'd even Skype with hime when I talked to my wife and kids. Bubba was there as promised when I got home, and ran and jumped on me like a puppy. We had six more months together. One morning I went to work. Kissed him on the head before I left the house like I always did, told him he was in charge until I got back and that I loved him. When I got home that evening my wife was standing in the driveway crying. Bubba had played with his buddies in the back yard. Had a long walk. Layed in the sun on his back catching a tan. Then hopped on the couch and had a nap that he never woke up from. Its amazing how dogs can touch us in ways that people can't.
ReplyDeletegreat story!
DeleteI don't know if this story is real or not. It IS a nice story, even if it's apocryphal. Still, it reminds me a lot of a country song written when I was in high school about a Corvette owned by a Vietnam War soldier who didn't come home.
ReplyDelete...and you all just made me bawl...
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