Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

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September 24, 2012
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Mad Jack: Tales From The O-NO Ranch 9-24-12


Yep, ol’ Clancy and me are buds. You remember Clancy. He is my big ol’ German Sheppard that I rescued from the shelter some almost six years ago. What a dog.

We have watched each other age as the years have passed and we both are a little grumpier as we get older. When Clancy goes I won’t be getting another dog as there would really be no need. He is just not replaceable and it’s as simple as that.

The first day I brought this big (100 pounds plus) excited entergetic dog home I thought I had made a mistake. At first I had the thought that he would be unmanageable but that was resolved in a matter of half an hour. We were playing in the back yard getting acquainted and I tossed a rock for him to retrieve. He retrieved it and laid down with it between his front paws and looked at me with an interesting look. It was a cold stare. I got down on all fours and creeped up to him and reached for the rock. He uttered a low but menacing growl. I have to tell you gentle readers that I was more than a little alarmed. I found my courage, slapped him on top of the head and took the rock away. I was now the alpha male. Never again did he ever offer to be disagreeable with me.

He doesn’t follow me around, he takes the lead a few steps in front and is always looking back to be sure I am still there and everything is okay. Any time we are outside regardless of what my chores or lack of are, he watches me constantly and ever so often he makes a trip around the house to be sure there are no problems or danger lurking. What a dog!

He would prefer that I always am available to watch him eat. He doesn’t like to eat alone. I try to accommodate him most of the time except during the harsh winter months. Clancy is an outside dog and loves cold weather and of course I am at the point where I don’t look forward to working outside when it is frigid and blowing snow. Even as an old dog Clancy jumps around in the snow slinging his head from side to side as if to say, “Come on man, let’s do something!”

He seldom barks at folks pulling up in the yard. He just approaches their vehicle and waits for them to exit. Sometimes they don’t unless I am there to give them comfort as Clancy has a black face and looks like a timber wolf. He will walk right beside our guest sniffing their leg and on occasion will glance at me as if to say, “Do we know this guy and is he OK?” I’ll call him off and he always responds to every command given to him.

He groans when he lays down and groans when he gets up. So do I.

I do not look forward to the day that I have to bury him and live on memories from that time on. I have been so blessed to have such a wonderful faithful, protective, loving dog. I reckon every man needs one good woman, one good horse and one good dog in his life. I have had all three. What a deal!

Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c y’all all y’all. ❖

I reckon every man needs one good woman, one good horse and one good dog in his life. I have had all three. What a deal!




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