Hi!
We had a dog named, "Puppy". Actually, he was my friend. I found him outside the door one day. He was maybe 8 or 9 months old, scrawny, dirty and had an injury on the very top of his head. I said Hello and he let me clean the wound and put some iodine (monkey blood) on it. Fed him, bathed him and he became our friend and champion.
Puppy was part Golden Retriever, German Shepherd and part Heinz 57. He was incredibly intelligent. We had a mom and pop store that we all worked and our family home was in a lot behind the store. Puppy would patrol the grounds, family home and the store day and night. He would square off and bark at anyone who would try to get in the gates at the house but at the store he was different. If the store was open he would patrol and lay under the awning. Didn't bother or bark at anyone. Once we closed and turned off the lights he would go into security mode and guard the store. Like I said, intelligent.
It was the gas shortage in the 70's and we were very, very busy. It was not at all surprising for us to have long lines at the pumps from opening to closing. We had a system for the gas pumps. The customer would turn on the pump and we would ask through the intercom (?) how much they wanted and we would program that amount or they would want a fill-up and we would program the pump to let them fill-up.
A car pulled up and the man asked for a fill-up and I opened the pump for him. He filled up his car and...oh crud! Puppy is barking like crazy and has the man backed up to the gas pump! I ran out and got hold of Puppy's collar and trying to calm him down. I apologized to the man profusely (lawsuit) and offered to take his money and bring him back his change. Puppy is shaking, his scruff is up and he's making noises. I look at the man and his car. Car door is open and the engine is running...Guess what? The man has *forgotten* his wallet and has no money. He was going to do a drive-off. Puppy knew it and prevented it. Intelligent and intuitive.(It was actually the gas shortage of the '70's and drive-offs that led to pre-pay gas pumps.)
Puppy protected, played with and loved us all for about twelve years. When he died everyone cried. Daddy, Momma, brothers and me. Cried for days. No shame or embarrassment. (He!!. I'm crying as I type.)
To my Puppy. I remember you still.
Peace.
We had a dog named, "Puppy". Actually, he was my friend. I found him outside the door one day. He was maybe 8 or 9 months old, scrawny, dirty and had an injury on the very top of his head. I said Hello and he let me clean the wound and put some iodine (monkey blood) on it. Fed him, bathed him and he became our friend and champion.
Puppy was part Golden Retriever, German Shepherd and part Heinz 57. He was incredibly intelligent. We had a mom and pop store that we all worked and our family home was in a lot behind the store. Puppy would patrol the grounds, family home and the store day and night. He would square off and bark at anyone who would try to get in the gates at the house but at the store he was different. If the store was open he would patrol and lay under the awning. Didn't bother or bark at anyone. Once we closed and turned off the lights he would go into security mode and guard the store. Like I said, intelligent.
It was the gas shortage in the 70's and we were very, very busy. It was not at all surprising for us to have long lines at the pumps from opening to closing. We had a system for the gas pumps. The customer would turn on the pump and we would ask through the intercom (?) how much they wanted and we would program that amount or they would want a fill-up and we would program the pump to let them fill-up.
A car pulled up and the man asked for a fill-up and I opened the pump for him. He filled up his car and...oh crud! Puppy is barking like crazy and has the man backed up to the gas pump! I ran out and got hold of Puppy's collar and trying to calm him down. I apologized to the man profusely (lawsuit) and offered to take his money and bring him back his change. Puppy is shaking, his scruff is up and he's making noises. I look at the man and his car. Car door is open and the engine is running...Guess what? The man has *forgotten* his wallet and has no money. He was going to do a drive-off. Puppy knew it and prevented it. Intelligent and intuitive.(It was actually the gas shortage of the '70's and drive-offs that led to pre-pay gas pumps.)
Puppy protected, played with and loved us all for about twelve years. When he died everyone cried. Daddy, Momma, brothers and me. Cried for days. No shame or embarrassment. (He!!. I'm crying as I type.)
To my Puppy. I remember you still.
Peace.
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