Folks, this is a goodbye to a dear friend that I had the pleasure of working with for 12 years. He was excellent at his duties and it was an “HONOR” to stand by his side. He loved his work and I think he loved working with me as much as I loved working with him. We traveled many a mile together and not once did he let me down. He was always dedicated to his work and never complained no matter how hard the work became. He worked up until his day of reckoning finally came. He was a working mans friend and was always up to the challenge.
His name was “Shogun Sambo”, call name “Sammy”. I called that name many a time and he never refused to “GO”. And go he did. He was well trained and he knew his place and job. He was one of the best and believe me I know because I’ve been more than blessed with more than my share of excellent dogs. I have always had dogs since I was just a kid. All the early ones had no formal training and simply followed me as I made the rounds of my “paper route”. All my dogs since have been trained to hunt, or to perform work as “Service Dogs”, of which Sammy was one. I’ll never forget when the state police and the casino security stopped me in the lobby of the casino in Shreveport, La. to question us about Sammy. They realized he was a “working dog” so I went to the elevator to go up to my room with Sammy at my side. They followed me to the elevator, but no farther. I went to my room, put Sammy up and brought out “Simba” and down the elevator we went. As “Simba” and I exited the elevator, I realize they were waiting for me and here I was with a “fox red” dog while “Sammy was “black as the ace of spades”. The officer turned to me and said that must be another dog and I said, “no I just changed his coat, here’s your sign” and walked away. We were there for about three days and no more hassles. Sammy was smooth enough to be a “service dog” but tuff enough to bust the heaviest cover to retrieve any game. He like “Simba” was a “gentle giant”. He was at home in the lobby of the casino and on the duck boat.
This has been more than hard; but, I felt he deserved a send off to measure up to his dedication and his zeal for life. He left this earth on August 5, 2017 which was his 12th birthday. I still feel terrible and tear up at the mention of his name or just as a thought flies thru my mind. It only makes “COMMON SENSE” to try to inform people of him and the respect I had for him. I guess the best compliment I pass his way is to tell you “HE WAS A TRUE MAN DOG”. He will be missed but never forgotten. Here’s to you “SAMMY” until I meet you once again as I cross the “RAINBOW BRIDGE”.
“GOODBYE, DEAR FRIEND !!!!!