I started thinking about Shak ( "shake") today. My friend Lindsey has a sick husky that looks almost exactly like him and I started reminiscing, so I looked online and found him on the kennel website under the "In Memory" portion. I admit, I got a little teary. I remebered how my dad made me pick up a piece of poo with my bare hand to prove how much I wanted a dog (I'm pretty sure that would constitute as child abuse now, but the jokes on him, I think that is the only poo i've ever picked up). I remember driving home and him peeing on my lap, not a lot, but just enough to make it look like I had peed. I remember the "Little Mermaid" sleeping bag that he loved to hump and how happy he was the first day we got Ruby. Shak wasn't just a dog, he was a part of our family. Now we all have our own dogs (Reggie, Gus, Bailey, Sammy and Maggie) and they too are part of our family, no matter how annoying or destructive they are (Maggie & Gus i'm talking to you).
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Jenn,
I too remember Shak (shack) short for Husker Du's Sir Shaktoolik. He was your first dog and my first dog friend as an adult. He brought lots of joy to our family and to me. There could never be a better dog friend. I'm glad he was your dog. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
Dad
p.s The stories about the pooh are greatly exagerated, but it this case your recollection is pretty much correct.
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