In my travels around
the country for my company I saw many sights. Some wondrous as the deserts of Death Valley
with the heat rising that makes the horizon look like water shimmering on lakes in the
distance, to the mountains of the Sierra Nevadas with there early snowcaps. The late
evening vista's amaze me as the sunset made the mountain's turn from a lack-luster brown
into beautiful shades of bronze. The sights of such a vast and wonder filled country
has a way to take ones troubles away if only for a short time.Then, without warning, you come
across something you never expected to see, and at some level you wish you had not seen,
but nevertheless I feel lucky to have had experienced. In mid September I
arrived in Fallon, NV. As I did twice a week, I check into another Motel 6 and prepare for
the next days work at the local military base. However, this town and Motel
was to have an unexpected impact on me that I was unprepared for.
The sun was setting on our first day in Fallon as my 11-month-old Shepherd
"Stormy" sat by the door. With a few low barks and a growl, she let me know it
was time for her walk, so with leash in hand and her favorite for ball, we left the room
and headed toward the sandy field in the rear of the motel for her evening run before
dinner.
This was then we met Jack, and his owner Dick. Jack's tail is one that starts sadly,
but has an unexpected ending that might have been written for a book or movie. Being a dog
owner and lover, I saw this 90 pound dog, and even from across the parking lot I knew he
was friendly. As I approached his tail creating a dust storm as he trembled with
excitement to meet a new person.
As with all strange dogs I approached slowly and ask his owner it was okay to pet him, and
after being told he was friendly, I scratched his neck and ears. During this time, I
was trying to find a polite way of asking what happened to cause the amputation of
Jack's leg. The first thing that came to mind was a birth defect, as I had seen it
before. Unable to find just the right words, just blurted it out. "I hope you
don't mind, but what happened to him". However, the answer he gave was one I
was not prepared for.
A few years ago, a guy in Los Angeles owned Jack. He was one of those that thought it
was cool to have a dog riding in the open bed of his pickup, or didnt want dog hair
on his seats of his new pickup truck. Either way his choice was the beginning of Jacks
horror, and his destiny to help others.
One day while traveling on the interstate 5 outside of Los Angeles, Jack either jumped, or
fell out of the truck and was severely injured. His front left leg was shattered,
and he had serious internal injuries that most dogs or humans would not have
survived. The owner seeing he was almost dead, took Jack to the local SPCA, and
dropped him off to be put to sleep. Once he left, the veterinarian decided to attempt to
save Jacks life. After many hours of surgery, and the amputation of the front / left leg,
he was given a second chance at life, but no one knew what kind of life it would be. How
many people would want to adopt a three-legged shepherd?
As the weeks past, Jack slowly regained his strength, and learned to walk again.
However, the possibility that Jack would be put to sleep loomed as they
looked for someone that would be willing to adopt a handicapped pet. With no prospects the
SPCA turned to the news media for help in finding him a new home. The news director seeing
a good human-interest story sent a crew to the SPCA, and after the story aired that
evening they hoped he would be enough to find them home.
That night Dick was relaxing at home and saw a news story about jack, a 2-year-old
German shepherd, his accident, the injuries and the surgeries it took to save his life.
Something about the dog tugged at his heart, so the next day he went to the SPCA to
inquire about Jack. He ask if anyone else had called to adopt him. however, it seem that
he was the first, and after the standard adoption information was given, Jack had a new,
and loving owner.
In the years since Dick adopted Jack, they have embarked on a special mission that Jack
seemed destined for. Today, Jack has a new and very important job as an inspirational
visitor to hospitals and nursing homes. Letting people with disabilities see that if
a dog can overcome life threading injuries and a disability, then they can overcome
whatever life brings. Seeing this 90-pound gentle dog hop in on one front leg seems to
make one forget about their injuries, disabilities and other problems. At lease it did for
me as I bent over to pet this gentle animal. With his deep brown eyes that
seem to look into your soul, saying everything will be all right, and with a demeanor that
would make anyone comfortable around him, Jack just wants to be your new friend. No
questions, no demands, just complete acceptances as his newest friend.
I believe there are a few important lessons for those that place their pets in the open
back of trucks. First, your pet trusts you completely and unconditionally. Secondly, they
would never put you in danger, so why would we put them in harms way. If you are one of
those that let your dog ride in a open truck, take a good look at Jacks picture and
realize just how dangerous it is. Then ask yourself; if you would let your children ride
back there? Most pet owners consider their pets part of the family, so
why do they put them in danger? In many states, its illegal for humans
to ride in the back of a pickup, so why dont we afford our pets the same protection?
After meeting Dick and Jack the reality of the foolishness of allowing my dog to ride
in the back seat with the window down sank in as I realized that if a dog could jump out
of a truck, what would stop Stormy from leaping out the open window.
If Jacks story does little more than to make pet owners think before
putting their pets in the back of an open truck, his life of pain and injuries might have
served a purpose greater than many could understand.
Author: Karen E. Johansen - WB5GEO
August 2004 |