My first dog of my own was a Black Labrador named Luke. I got him as a pup and he lived to 12 1/2 years old.
This boy was so special to me, so utterly devoted...I could walk him off-leash anywhere since he never went more than a few feet away without looking back at me, making sure I was close. He had the softest temperament, and was a breeze to train-- easy, easy dog, and such a love.
Because he loved to swim, I regularly took him hiking away from the city, where there were plenty of lakes and rivers to fetch in. I also took him to work with me every day, as it was a dog-friendly sculpture studio.
In fact, one memorable event that happened on the way home from the studio one evening still gives me chills when I remember it. We had just crossed the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan and hit a traffic jam; no cars were moving. One guy decided to take advantage of the situation and was going from car to cat in a a very aggressive manner, asking for money, cursing out those who try to ignore him. Oh, crap. We were stuck, nowhere to go...
I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw Luke, sleeping as he normally does on the back seat. I thought to myself, "This is the one time I wish I had a Rottweiler or GSD who would scare the shit out of this dude if he came close enough..."
Well. As the guy swaggers up to my car and leans in...WHAM! I heard this incredible roar from the backseat-- I turned around and saw Luke head and chest out the window, growling and barking like I have never heard from him, ever---it scared the shit out of me! The panhandler jumped in the air and backwards, almost falling over. He stood there for a moment, then threw down his hat and said, "I'm not gonna let this m-fing dog scare me away!', and he started walking towards my car again. Luke let loose again with a series of roaring barks to let him know that that was not the right decision, LOL. He finally admitted defeat and stomped away, cursing.
Right after, traffic started moving again and we were on our way home. I was still shaking--- both from shock and surprise and pride in my boy. I never, ever thought he had it in him to step up like that and be protective of me. I told him over and over what a good boy he was...even though by the time we were moving again, he was curled up and asleep in the backseat as if nothing had ever happened.
I could go on and on with stories, but suffice to say, he was a good dog. A very good dog.
When I lost him, my heart shattered...and I miss him to this day.
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