I have always loved dogs, especially German Shepherds. I was enthralled by the old TV series, The Adventures of Rin Tin Tin. At the end of each segment, my words were the same. “Some day…some day, I will have my own shepherd.” And I did, many of them over the years. It was a family thing. When four daughters had homes of their own, they owned shepherds as well.
I could write an entire book about their antics, their personalities and protection, their loyalty and unconditional love. This post is about one of my favorites, Silas.
We were good friends, he and I. He was a great foot warmer and companion. He was tail-wagging happy when I arrived for a visit and head-low sad when I left. He knew about suitcases and what they meant.
There will be no more foot-warming, no more sleeping outside my door, no more waiting patiently for the last bite of toast. Si has gone on to doggy heaven and we miss him terribly. He left a gaping hole in our hearts and lives.
I shared this little story years ago; I post it again in hopes that it will bring happy memories of our friend, who was, as his doggy Mommy always said, “such a person”. Rest in peace, dear friend….
Meet Silas – my grandpuppy who lives in Sleepy Eye, MN. I say grandpuppy, but in essence he is the size of a small horse. Silas is – I am convinced – a dog of multiple personalities. I suspect that there is also a hidden comic within. If only he could talk….he can’t, but the expressions and body language do it for him. For instance, when one of the lady people of the house instructs him to lie down, he looks and blinks and (so help me) smiles at them as if to say, “You are not the boss of me.” The command gets more firm and still he smiles. However, when one of the male population snaps their fingers and points to the floor, he does obey, although slowly and with a combination growl/yawn in protest. The caption should read, “I might be lying down, but on the inside I’m standing up.” … For the people he loves, his welcome is exuberant, big happiness and a giant paw in your lap. “You came! You came! Come in and I will let you scratch my ears and pat my tummy and will wait patiently for the last bite of your cookie or toast or pizza.“…For those he sees as a threat (like the mailman), it’s “I see you walking toward the door …yep, closer, closer….just a few more steps to the mail slot.” Then, in a bark that could cause a cardiac arrest, “What are you thinkin’ putting your hand on my door ?!?”…There are always babies around and while Silas may stretch out to a full 6-feet and appear to be unaware of toys and toddlers, let a non-family member walk in the room and the ears go up, the eyes are fixed on the intruder and he says, ever so quietly, “Don’t …even… think of getting between me and those babies.” To my knowledge, no one has tried….And my favorite ….daily walks – big strong master with big strong dog who ‘owns’ the neighborhood (and, he thinks, the town). Frequently folks cross the street just to avoid him. Periodically, there’s a brave soul walking their dog and they stay on the same sidewalk. Little dog doesn’t know he’s little and begins to declare war on the approaching enemy. Si shoots him a glance that says, “You there, little lunch-sized dog…bad idea.”…Note to potential burglar, thief, intruder …..you might want to rethink that.