Wednesday, January 19, 2011


Several years (early 90s) ago I adopted a year old German Shepherd named Duke from the local shelter.  I immediately renamed him Luke.  Originally I went to the pound to see if I could fine some big, mean, ugly, cats to keep the rats down in my son’s horse barn.  But, when I saw this sad and depressed dog I immediately clutched my heart.  I asked the lady, “What’s the story on this dog?”  She told me how his drug-dealing owner had hung himself in the local jail,  making this pure-bread animal an orphan.

With heightened anticipation I asked to take the dog for a walk.  When the he and I approached a bench I said, “Lets sit for a while.”  Before I could get the for a while part out of my mouth he plopped his behind down onto the ground and looked up at me.  My eyebrows jumped up a notch and my mind started to race (well it always races, and this time it raced off in a different direction).  We walked a little further and I told him to sit again, he did.

He also walked nicely by my side, laid down on cue, stayed on cue and came on cue.  I WAS ECSTATIC.  Cats completely forgotten I left the shelter with my new dog on a rope.  Rats be darned.  I had myself a brand new BFF!

Three weeks later he still hadn’t perked up so I took him to my vet.  The poor guy had heart-worms.  Several treatments and $$$$$ later, Luke was hale and hardy.  However, the process of nurturing him through the poisoning they had to do to cure him, caused Luke to become my shadow and protector.

At first he had anxiety separation problems so I took him everywhere I went (even to church).  One day, during Sunday school, I look over to see him standing in the isle by my pew.  When one of the churchgoers walked in Luke started to walk in too.  When the guy blocked his way Luke let out a low rumble in his throat, which caused the guy to step aside.  I took Luke back out to the car and rolled the windows up a little more. 

As the days and months went on I became aware of his protective nature and watched him closely.  However, as long as no one got rowdy or approached me in a surprising way, Luke was a lamb.

Well, that next year I sustained a spiral fracture of the right tibia. I was in a PLASTER cast from my foot to my thigh.  This in itself is a story but I want to tell you about how my dog Luke protected me during this time. 

There was an old man who lived down the street who occasionally brought me vegetables from his garden.  The only problem was that he wanted to be rewarded with a hug.  Which in itself is not a problem, IT WAS HIS HANDS!  

One day the old man came to my door.  I was still in a wheelchair and my shadow was by my side.  The old man expressed his sympathy, gave me some vegetables and reached past the threshold to collect his hug.  Luke was calmly standing on my left side and just as calmly took matter into his own hands (or should I say jaws).  In the quickest, slickest move I have ever seen, my dog had grabbed the crotch (and its contents) of this man’s pants.

Luke didn’t bite, he didn’t growl, he just did a little “tweak, tweak” and let the man go.  The old man froze and said, “Ahhhh, did you see that?”  I immediately replied, “Yes, are you OK?”  He rubbed the area, told me he was fine, and left.  Between giggles, I congratulated Luke for the delicate way he handled the situation.  I never saw that old man again!

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  1. Awwww go Luke ! Fantastic story about how good of a friend dogs can be ! I got a bit teary eyed because it is such a precious story!!!

  2. I love this story! Dogs are great. When I was out of college, I owned a Dalmation. He was bigger than most. One day a man, who was drunk, came to my house. I knew him but not very well. He stumbled into the room and reached for me (I don't know if he was going to brace himself or hug me). Before you could blink, the dog had the man's arm in his jaws. He had brought the man to his knees! i apologized over and over. The dog sat near me and watched the man closely. The man got up and left! I hugged that dog.

  3. This is a cute story! I am so glad you were able to get his heart worms cleared up, we lost two German Shepherds to them when I was a kid. My parents bought them and they died less than a week later, poor things. I miss my dog, Benji. Technically I am allowed a dog where I live, but the landlord was so against it she harassed me constantly and was 'inspecting' my place every week. Finally she told me that the dog had to go or we all did. It broke my heart and I cried nearly every day for 2 weeks, but luckily he was adopted by a nice lady with a farm.

  4. How lucky that you and Luke found each other, especially since you didn't even go there looking for a dog! A true friend and protector.

  5. Sounds like you hit the jackpot with Luke! Thanks for visiting my blog. Glad you enjoyed your visit!

  6. He sounds a gem! Who wouldn't want a dog like Luke to be their friend? I have wanted a dog for so long but as we travel a fair bit it would be completely unfair to the animal so I find myself often smiling at other people's pets when I see them out walking or even saying 'hello' to them. (yes, just a little bit mad).I guess I'd be unable to resist patting Luke.
    I just read you post below too and had a smile as my Mother always said I had 'verbal diarrhoea' and I've never heard that expression used since. I see we have similarities ;)
    Oh by the way thank you for your really lovely comment that you left on my blog. I was very touched by it.
    Thanks again

  7. That is funny. Thanks for stopping by my place. I do have a button - it's on the left side of my blog.

    Oh by the way - do you have an email? It's not associated with your profile and I couldn't respond to your comment.

    Have a great day!

  8. What a beautiful dog (obviously no longer part of your life, since you say you adopted him in the early 90's)...and what a delightful story! So true to the character of the breed!

    I am an absolute softie when it comes to German Shepherds - we've had 3 bitches (Ziggy died 10 years ago, Tessa died last year - both heartwrenching moments for us!); Bonny is 10 years old and we now have our first male, Toby, who is just over 10 months old. They have all been unbelievably loving, 100% loyal, outstanding as guard dogs, but to us, pussycats in disguise! Super intelligent, absolutely marvellous pets, each one irreplacable!!!

  9. He was such an amazing and beautiful dog.