Mad Jack Hanks: Remembering a four-legged “son” on Father’s Day
June 24, 2016
Gentle readers, most of you have or have had a dog you adored and really, really missed them when they were gone.
Clancy, my German shepherd, was that dog for me. I rescued him from the pound and our "getting acquainted" period took some adjusting on both our parts. Once we figured out who was going to be in charge, we were off and running.
Never ever have I owned a more loyal, trusted, faithful and loving dog than Clancy. Now, there were those times when he just needed his space as did I, but we both knew when that was.
You didn't want to just walk up to me and slap me on the back in an aggressive manner if you were a stranger to him. I know for a fact, at least I think I do, that he saved my bacon one summer day when I walked out to the road to get my mail.
“I know for a fact, at least I think I do, that he saved my bacon one summer day when I walked out to the road to get my mail.”
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A van with four men in it slowed way down and then stopped just short of my mail box and were looking me over real close, and never offered to speak to me. I think they were thinking, "I bet this old man has some money and guns in his house. We could grab him, throw him in here with us and invade his home and take whatever we want."
Boy is that ever paranoid?
Just the way they were acting, I felt like if Clancy had not been with me they might have done just that. Clancy was a big, big dog! Enough of that.
There was the time I came back from the T Bar Inn and coffee with my buds only to find Clancy with a head you couldn't put a number three washtub over.
Yep, he had been protecting the home place and paid a price for it.
I did get him doctored, found the snake later and killed it and all was well. Clancy did recover and, did you know, even though it's been two years since I had to put him down, I still look for him to peek around the house when I drive up?
As he began to age and have problems getting around and, especially, trying to get into the back of the truck, I would hoist him up. But then he just gave up and didn't even go to the back of the truck any more.
I have some birds that built their nest in the tops of my Blue Spruce trees and they always attacked Clancy when he went anywhere close to those trees. It was so funny to watch them "dive bomb" him and he would never acknowledge their presence. He would just slowly amble over to the shade of their tree and plop down.
Sometimes they would fly towards him right at his eye level and pull up at the last moment. He would just lift an eyebrow and sometimes look in my direction as if to say, "I wish these dumb birds would just leave me alone."
When the time came for him to go, we both knew it and accepted what was coming. Clancy, you old rascal, I miss you so much and thank you for being the kind of dog that I needed in my life at that time.
I hope I was a good enough "dad" for you. I hope all of you dads had a super Dad's Day and took time to count your blessings.
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, wear your sunscreen, use common sense this summer in all uncommon situations. I don't want to see you on the 6 o'clock news!
I'll c. y'all, all y'all. ❖