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14-Nov-2017 08:03

I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the "darn 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. Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening.

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. 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. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand. 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. 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. I've never been married, so it's only been Reggie and me for his whole life.

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. Again, if you're reading this and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the news.

and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter ... 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. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word.

We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home).

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.

I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. 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. 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.

And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything's fine. well it means that his new owner should know his real name. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change in his demeanor if he's been giving you problems. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander.