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Your mom looks great!! Very interesting face, she's the sort of person I try and sit next to on train because it might be an interesting conversation.
 
Saw this one on Face Book posted with the caption
"No Words"

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same with this one
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But here the accompanying acrticle (Sorry for the long read.)
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.

I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice."
____________ _________ _________ _________

To Whomever 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. He knew something was different.

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 hoards 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 them, so be careful. Don't do it by any roads.

Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones ---"sit," "stay," "come," "heel."

He knows hand signals, too: He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

He's up on his shots. 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. 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.

And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you...His name's not 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. But if someone is reading this ... well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is "Tank." Because, that is what I drive.

I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You 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 to the shelter ... in the "event" ... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO 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.

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, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.

If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US 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. 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
____________ _________ _________ _______

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 into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
 
My family and I took a short vacation last week. When we took our dogs to "camp" (to be boarded), a young lady came in with her beagle to board him until September because she's being deployed to Afghanistan until then. I thanked her for her service and told her that the shelter was an excellent place for her pup. It's funded by an endowment from a local wealthy lady who passed away several years ago. It's a no-kill shelter as well as a boarding kennel, and I've used it for over 20 years. She said that she had been there before and she agreed that it was great, but that she was still going to miss her dog.

I hope she comes home ok.
 
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In the penalty box at the Frozen Four this year. Every year there's a public skate on Saturday in the rink. Lots of fun. But the skates were crap. They had no outside edges on the blades. Went to stop and damn near killed myself.
 
Saw this one on Face Book posted with the caption
"No Words"

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No words? I suggest we come up with some captions. Hmm... "baby ears taste GRRREAT!" :D

That's what I thought was going on in the image... one shouldn't think you'd have to bite down quite THAT hard to get one off though!

It's the cartilage. Needs long & slow cooking to get it right.

Utterly tasteless and shameful.

I love it.

*fistbump* :D
 
Your mom looks great!! Very interesting face, she's the sort of person I try and sit next to on train because it might be an interesting conversation.

hahahaha! I laugh because my mother has severe social anxiety. If anyone were ever able to get her on something as crowded as a train, and you did sit next to her, she'd likely go completely mute.

If you were able to get her talking though, she wouldn't disappoint; she's had a very unusual life.
Great looking family, tsq! Your mom looks absolutely amazing!

They are adorable, aren't they? :D
 
Your mom looks great!! Very interesting face, she's the sort of person I try and sit next to on train because it might be an interesting conversation.

hahahaha! I laugh because my mother has severe social anxiety. If anyone were ever able to get her on something as crowded as a train, and you did sit next to her, she'd likely go completely mute.

If you were able to get her talking though, she wouldn't disappoint; she's had a very unusual life.
Great looking family, tsq! Your mom looks absolutely amazing!

They are adorable, aren't they? :D

Everybody looks so huggable! :lol:
 

So what it made some people feel good, thats more important.
:razz::nyah::hugegrin:

You feel good because someone gave away his dog after he died?

I think it's more the idea that the lonely dog and the lonely person were brought together by a bit of serendipity. Though it's fake, the message is nice.

Plus, as we know, there have been servicemen and women, who have to have their pets boarded, who have never returned home, and those poor animals given to new owners, never knowing what happened to their masters. It's sad, really.
 
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