Reggie

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
March 10, 2000

–Kleenex Alert—

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. 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 or 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 “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.”

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To Whoever  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 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 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 take 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 have to give up Tank in order to do it, I am glad to have done so.  He is 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

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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 cocked 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.

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45 comments
  1. My heart hurts from sobbing so hard after reading this. My brother is currently serving in Afghanistan.

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  2. As a dog person, I knew the ending before it was written. As a human being, I haven’t yet stopped crying. Thanks for posting.

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    • Reggie is what I call “Dilbert Material”…… It pulls at the heart and releases several emotions at the same time… Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

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  3. Lyn said:

    beautiful story. Thanks for the much needed kleenex alert

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  4. This made me cry. I want to share it with my readers who are dog lovers too. xx

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  5. Heather said:

    This was certainly sad, but even more beautiful. I almost needed my tissue but ended up with a faint smile, knowing that good does come out of every situation. Thank you for sharing!

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  6. Julia said:

    Thanks for posting this, and may we all have our eyes and hearts open to the “Reggies” that cross our paths. Everyone has a story that is not apparent to us on first meeting…

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  7. What a wonderful, although sad, story. It evoked a variety of emotions and tears of both sadness & joy. Thank you for sharing.

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  8. We Three Locals said:

    This makes me want to go home and love on my pup all day. Thanks so much for sharing. Thanks, as well, for liking my posts! Looking forward to reading more of yours!

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  9. I saw the Kleenex alert but I still didn’t expect to cry…I did! Thanks for the moving post! God bless.

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  10. "Working for Christ" said:

    Five cups, Kenny T! Thanks for sharing. 🙂

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  11. Thanks for the red tissue alert. On December 7 I had to put my black lab to sleep. She had been a rescue dog and nearly 13 years old. So this really caught my heart. God was good in giving her to me. A few weeks later I replaced her with my little hamster, Hank. He will never be loyal as was my dog, but he is sweet.

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  12. Anonymous said:

    The epitome of love is a pet and his /her partner.

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  13. This was so sad yet inspiring at the same time. A tear welled within my eyes towards the end of the letter. The love and self sacrifice of Paul Mallory, God rest his soul, was so evident in this letter so beautifully written. Thank you once again Kenny for this heart wrenching but inspiring letter.

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  14. Debbie said:

    You were right .. kleenex definitely needed with this one! Thank you though, for sharing and God bless!

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  15. Sizi said:

    Dad has tears in his eyes. God be with everyone in harms way and with all of their loving furry friends. Sizi

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  16. ardenrr said:

    I wish I’d taken your kleenex alert seriously — People at work are staring at me…

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  17. I appreciate the heads up…not sure if it helped 😀 but I was ready! A sad story but a very comforting one. Thanks…a lot! Take care! 😀

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  18. Reblogged this on Morning Story and Dilbert and commented:

    Reggie is one of my all-time favorite post on MS&D…. Get a big glass or cup of your favorite beverage and have a good read…. And it’s a long weekend so don’t forget to look through the other 700+ stories… Enjoy, Take Care, and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

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  19. mrdodd said:

    I can see why you listed this as an all time favorite. Thanks for posting it again and allowing those of us that were late to the table to enjoy it too. Bty: this is why I only read your post when I’m ALONE.

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  20. Reblogged this on Heavy Metal Cowboy and commented:
    I really enjoyed this story, and I thought I would share it since I was just too lazy to write one this week. =)

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  21. A powerful reminder that there’s almost always a back story; gentleness and understanding with fellow man (and fellow dogs!) can do MUCH good. As always, thank you, Kenny, for these heart-touching stories.

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