Happy 75: Reggae

On the last week of my parents' winter stay in Puerto Rico there was a stray dog wandering the beach. Someone called animal control and this friendly, healthy pooch got taken to the pound and most probably didn't live till the end of the week. My father felt awful, so when three days later another canine was frisking among the waves, no color and no owner present, my father couldn't let it happen again. He took in the spritely pup, all 80 flea and tick covered pounds of him. They took him to the vet and aside from the insect infestation, he was proclaimed healthy and given his shots. The parasites fell like rain after a good dose of Frontline and he didn't seem overly bothered by the vasectomy quickly performed. All the shelters were full to overflowing and the only taker in town to keep him, was someone who wanted the dog for fighting, so my parents resigned themselves to taking Reggae back to Maine. This proved to more problematic than they'd thought. The airline would not take a dog that big in the cargo section. They ended up having to get him shady service dog papers and allowing him to ride in the passenger compartment with them. They got to sit in the bulkhead seats, so seems like a pretty sweet deal all in all. 

Back in Maine, my parents tried to fit him into their lifestyle. Unfortunately he was a very big dog and not used to following commands, especially in English. He made a circus out of his discipline lessons, chewed up the furniture and went sent to the back court yard for a time out, would balance on the porch railings 8 feet off the ground. He stole the grand baby's toys and would bowl him over trying to play. My parents found themselves exhausted trying to keep up with his powerful, boundless energy. 

In the end, their youngest daughter, who could sell fishing gear to a pelican, found a young man who already had one husky young dog and was thrilled to find him a playmate. He took on the challenge with glee. Last anyone heard the two dogs were running wild in the forests of central Maine, but still coming home for dinner and snuggles.