My Good Very Bad Dog-Colonel
My boyfriend found Colonel wandering in a back alley in Tucson, Arizona. He was a beautiful huge German Shepherd who, when standing on his hind legs could place his front paws on my 6’4″ boyfriend’s shoulders. We moved back to upstate New York with Colonel to a countryside home near Seneca Lake. Colonel had a true love of life and was very affectionate with his family. He had a large tongue that slurped you up when he licked you. However, he seemed to create a lot of trouble at home or in the neighborhood. We lived in the country so we would just let him out to do his duty which also allowed him to run through the countryside. Unfortunately, he had a passion for cats and killed some of the cats in the neighborhood. Our neighbors expressed their discontent about this and we tried to be more watchful of him but he was just too big a dog to keep inside for long or not allow him to run through the fields. We had friends who had a GMC Jimmy which somehow stirred Colonel’s passions. If it was summer, he would jump through the screened windows to run after them. Colonel, it seems could run up to 40 mph; he would return home after chasing them down the road a bit. this made him very happy. It was impossible to shut the screens in upstate New York in the summer time and air conditioning was not that common at the time so we replaced screens quite often.
Colonel also created mayhem when we had food anywhere in the kitchen. He consumed a pot roast that was defrosting on top of the refrigerator. He knew he was not appreciated for taking the family dinner but his charm and affection earned him reprieves. On another occasion, he consumed a whole birthday cake that was on the top of the refrigerator. We simply learned that the only places to keep food out if his touch was in the refrigerator or in a cupboard.
Colonel met an unfortunate death when chasing a vehicle. He was hit by another vehicle. We buried him in the garden and vowed to never let another dog run free. It was sad, though, because there is nothing more beautiful than watching a German Shepherd run through the woods and fields. We were young and didn’t have a fenced in property for him. Our loss of Colonel taught us, at a young age, that it is better to keep a pet safe than to lose one. RIP Dear Colonel.