John The Dog
An extraordinary Key West Canine
Circa 1970 to 1982
when island dogs roamed free.
Circa 1970 to 1982
when island dogs roamed free.
FIRST, MY DOG MORGAN. A BLACK LABRADOR RETRIEVER
I begin this otherwise happy story with the sad story of my dog Morgan. Morgan was a pure-bred Black lab, typically heavy in appearance large boned, stout bodied strong dog with a broad head and an otter tail which was thick at the base and tapered to a point, This tail shape aids in swimming. He weighed 80 lbs. and was 24.5 inches tall at the shoulder, As a pup Morgan had metal challenges with fear. Two major fears were tiny birds namely red robins on the green grass lawn and transversing stairs. I was not aware of any issues he had with humans, dogs or other animals during his puppyhood in Pennsylvania with me and my husband on our 120-acre farm with its ten-acre lake. When divorced my X husband wanted our cat but not our dog so when I moved to Key West in 1969, Morgan came to live with me. He had a smaller fenced-in one acre property with two buildings in which to live. It was a short walk to the Gulf of Mexico on one side of the island and the Atlantic Ocean on the other side for exercise, swimming and water fun. He adjusted to Florida life well. No problems, but trouble was brewing, Our lives were about to become unbearable.
I begin this otherwise happy story with the sad story of my dog Morgan. Morgan was a pure-bred Black lab, typically heavy in appearance large boned, stout bodied strong dog with a broad head and an otter tail which was thick at the base and tapered to a point, This tail shape aids in swimming. He weighed 80 lbs. and was 24.5 inches tall at the shoulder, As a pup Morgan had metal challenges with fear. Two major fears were tiny birds namely red robins on the green grass lawn and transversing stairs. I was not aware of any issues he had with humans, dogs or other animals during his puppyhood in Pennsylvania with me and my husband on our 120-acre farm with its ten-acre lake. When divorced my X husband wanted our cat but not our dog so when I moved to Key West in 1969, Morgan came to live with me. He had a smaller fenced-in one acre property with two buildings in which to live. It was a short walk to the Gulf of Mexico on one side of the island and the Atlantic Ocean on the other side for exercise, swimming and water fun. He adjusted to Florida life well. No problems, but trouble was brewing, Our lives were about to become unbearable.
DOG FIGHT
Our introduction to John The Dog got off to a very bad start. My sister and I and our favorite cousin hired a grandiose self-taught arrogant pompous man, who I will tefer to as BuilderMan. BuilderMan lived nearby only a couple blocks away. We hired BuilderMan to add an two story back porch on to our newly acquired home. BuilderMan informed us that a dog (I presumed his dog) would be accompanying him to our construction site daily or he would not work for us. This canine was a slender boned tall long-legged mixed breed black male Labrador type known as John the Dog. This complicated my life because I had Morgan a big male dog. Sadly, when Morgan and John the Dog met they fought and Morgan lost his sanity. On the first workday these two dogs engaged in a horrific fight on our downstairs' back porch right next to Builderman's legs and mine. With lightning speed BuilderMan reached down grabbed the thick skin on my dogs back and with both hands violently threw Morgan off the downstairs porch onto the ground which was about a four-foot drop, Morgan swiftly recoiled to kill BuilderMan. Somehow, I managed to restrain him by grabbing his collar. BuilderMan angerly warned me that if Morgan lunged for him he would kill him. It was clear to me dog and man were out to kill one another. It was a serious responsibility to keep my dog safe from BuiderMan and visa versa. I wanted to fire Builderman but it was not my decision alone. My sister and first cousin were paying two thirds of the cost. They wanted BuilderMan to continue construction. Morgan had to be tied up, caged or locked in my room for his safety. To make matters worse I never knew when BuilderMan was arriving for work or an overnight stay with my sister because she started to date him. His dog was often in the house overnight and had free range of the whole property while my dog spent most of his time locked in my small upstairs bedroom. Morgan became more and more aggressive towards BuilderMan and he began to distrust anyone wearing a tool belt. He showed increase aggression by growling at the the mailman and my boyfriend.
Our introduction to John The Dog got off to a very bad start. My sister and I and our favorite cousin hired a grandiose self-taught arrogant pompous man, who I will tefer to as BuilderMan. BuilderMan lived nearby only a couple blocks away. We hired BuilderMan to add an two story back porch on to our newly acquired home. BuilderMan informed us that a dog (I presumed his dog) would be accompanying him to our construction site daily or he would not work for us. This canine was a slender boned tall long-legged mixed breed black male Labrador type known as John the Dog. This complicated my life because I had Morgan a big male dog. Sadly, when Morgan and John the Dog met they fought and Morgan lost his sanity. On the first workday these two dogs engaged in a horrific fight on our downstairs' back porch right next to Builderman's legs and mine. With lightning speed BuilderMan reached down grabbed the thick skin on my dogs back and with both hands violently threw Morgan off the downstairs porch onto the ground which was about a four-foot drop, Morgan swiftly recoiled to kill BuilderMan. Somehow, I managed to restrain him by grabbing his collar. BuilderMan angerly warned me that if Morgan lunged for him he would kill him. It was clear to me dog and man were out to kill one another. It was a serious responsibility to keep my dog safe from BuiderMan and visa versa. I wanted to fire Builderman but it was not my decision alone. My sister and first cousin were paying two thirds of the cost. They wanted BuilderMan to continue construction. Morgan had to be tied up, caged or locked in my room for his safety. To make matters worse I never knew when BuilderMan was arriving for work or an overnight stay with my sister because she started to date him. His dog was often in the house overnight and had free range of the whole property while my dog spent most of his time locked in my small upstairs bedroom. Morgan became more and more aggressive towards BuilderMan and he began to distrust anyone wearing a tool belt. He showed increase aggression by growling at the the mailman and my boyfriend.
EXIT MORGAN
It was as if Morgan had lost his sanity. He began to growl at me. I hired the best dog trainer in Miami. She was famous for turning the most vicious dogs imaginable into gentle ones. I remember her telling me the story of her most problematic dog an Airdale that nearly cost her her stellar reputation as a dog trainer, I felt a sigh of relief. She was confident and proud to have never failed a dog or a client. She drove the 150 miles down to Key West to pick up Morgan. She arranged for him to live with her in her home full time, he accompanied her to work and everywhere she went. She took him to shopping malls, etc. He participated in all the normal activities of her day which also included being around kids. Two weeks into training she reported to me by phone saying he was very smart, learned quickly and was well behaved. She was elated because the training went better than expected. During week three she surprised me by appearing at my doorstep in tears saying that in her long career of training she had never experienced a failure in training. Morgan was to be her first failure. She said Morgan's behavior was perfect until she relaxed or let her guard down. She said that when she answered a phone call he went for her throat. She said he was untrustworthy and dangerous, and he could not be placed anywhere even as a guard dog in South America. She recommended euthanizing him. We cried together. She said she would take care of putting him down in Miami. She did. I was sad, traumatized. I disliked BuilderMan who nastily laid a lot of blame on me, saying it was all my fault. He made innuendos, that my dog was vicious because I was vicious. I was grieving and bewildered, I felt guilt. I lost a lot of energy ruminating the "if only I had done this or that". The backyard two story porch was completed. My sister left our house to live with BuilderMan. BuilderMan and John the Dog faded away at my domain. I remained dogless for several years.
It was as if Morgan had lost his sanity. He began to growl at me. I hired the best dog trainer in Miami. She was famous for turning the most vicious dogs imaginable into gentle ones. I remember her telling me the story of her most problematic dog an Airdale that nearly cost her her stellar reputation as a dog trainer, I felt a sigh of relief. She was confident and proud to have never failed a dog or a client. She drove the 150 miles down to Key West to pick up Morgan. She arranged for him to live with her in her home full time, he accompanied her to work and everywhere she went. She took him to shopping malls, etc. He participated in all the normal activities of her day which also included being around kids. Two weeks into training she reported to me by phone saying he was very smart, learned quickly and was well behaved. She was elated because the training went better than expected. During week three she surprised me by appearing at my doorstep in tears saying that in her long career of training she had never experienced a failure in training. Morgan was to be her first failure. She said Morgan's behavior was perfect until she relaxed or let her guard down. She said that when she answered a phone call he went for her throat. She said he was untrustworthy and dangerous, and he could not be placed anywhere even as a guard dog in South America. She recommended euthanizing him. We cried together. She said she would take care of putting him down in Miami. She did. I was sad, traumatized. I disliked BuilderMan who nastily laid a lot of blame on me, saying it was all my fault. He made innuendos, that my dog was vicious because I was vicious. I was grieving and bewildered, I felt guilt. I lost a lot of energy ruminating the "if only I had done this or that". The backyard two story porch was completed. My sister left our house to live with BuilderMan. BuilderMan and John the Dog faded away at my domain. I remained dogless for several years.
HAROLD AND JOHN THE DOG COME TO LIVE WITH ME
I met Harold at one of the few natural occurring sandy beaches in Key West. It is now privately owned by a resort known as The Reach. A tiny portion of what was once everyone's free place to go, meet friends, swim and sunbathe is still there. It is called Dog Beach. Heald and I spent hours talking. He was an Austrian who had spent several years living on his boat in the Bahamas before ending up at BuilderMans compound in KeyWest. While we talked many dogs of all kinds amused themselves in the shallow water. I was not aware the big black dog was John the Dog, Harold was a peaceful man who loved the natural world and was much wiser and more spiritually evolved than BuilderMan. BuilderMan had a habit of causing friction over petty things. When something as simple as where Harold hung his towel became unsolvable, Harold came to live with me resulting in my second meeting with John the Dog. When Harold came John the Dog came too. John was free roaming with 100 percent choice, but they had become in separatable. Harold and John The Dog were soul mates. I was not predisposed to either like or dislike John The Dog based on our history.
I met Harold at one of the few natural occurring sandy beaches in Key West. It is now privately owned by a resort known as The Reach. A tiny portion of what was once everyone's free place to go, meet friends, swim and sunbathe is still there. It is called Dog Beach. Heald and I spent hours talking. He was an Austrian who had spent several years living on his boat in the Bahamas before ending up at BuilderMans compound in KeyWest. While we talked many dogs of all kinds amused themselves in the shallow water. I was not aware the big black dog was John the Dog, Harold was a peaceful man who loved the natural world and was much wiser and more spiritually evolved than BuilderMan. BuilderMan had a habit of causing friction over petty things. When something as simple as where Harold hung his towel became unsolvable, Harold came to live with me resulting in my second meeting with John the Dog. When Harold came John the Dog came too. John was free roaming with 100 percent choice, but they had become in separatable. Harold and John The Dog were soul mates. I was not predisposed to either like or dislike John The Dog based on our history.
HAROLD RETURNED TO AUSTRIA
John was free to roam as he pleased. I was surprised that he continued to make my house and property one of his homebases.
John was free to roam as he pleased. I was surprised that he continued to make my house and property one of his homebases.
A TRIBUTE TO JOHN THE DOG
TAKING A CLOSER LOOK AT JOHN THE DOG
JOHNS PHYSICALAPPEARANCE Johns figure was impressive impactful and deserving of attention. He would never be described as cute, pretty or cuddly. John was a handsome dog but he was not the product of impeccable breeding. He had well-defined features, He was genetically a big, tall mut bearing a strong resemblance to Labrador retrievers. He had short shiny black hair. He had a nicely sculpted sleek body, medium sized muzzle and brow, a deep chested torso, long slender legs and medium-sized brown eyes that contributed to his gentle and expressive demeanor.
As he aged, he developed white hair on his muzzle
This word implies that the dog is not just attractive but is a rare example of canine beauty who may be magical or lend to the beauty of a scene. preferred watching from a distance, His appearance was so striking that people often stopped to admire him on walks. He was self assured and he did not want to capture attention, he dd mave a leave a lasting impression on the viewer. I do not remember ever physically petting him on the head of back self assured
As he aged, he developed white hair on his muzzle
This word implies that the dog is not just attractive but is a rare example of canine beauty who may be magical or lend to the beauty of a scene. preferred watching from a distance, His appearance was so striking that people often stopped to admire him on walks. He was self assured and he did not want to capture attention, he dd mave a leave a lasting impression on the viewer. I do not remember ever physically petting him on the head of back self assured
SPIRIT CREATURE John the Dog possessed special qualities that are hard to describe. You had to see him to feel him! I often think he possessed charisma in the form of special magnetic charms. Most of the time he was out of sight but nearby keeping a close eye on everything. He preferred watching from hidden vantage points. He stayed in the dense foliage along the sidewalks and streets and sought brief moments in the limelight, maybe because he was famous in the area and wanted to keep pawing human hands off him as he did not enjoy petting. maybe because being in the shade was cooler or maybe this strategy helped him avoid the dog catcher. When he showed himself, he was handsome, strong and dignified with an air of self-confidence. His presence commanded respect and admiration. I felt awe and wonder. admiration even reverence, His essence brought greater depth, and richness to my life. His presence elevated me to a higher level.
JOHN IN MOTION
John always set his own pace John did not race or saunter. He meandered leisurely.Johns strong, determined stride gait said a lot about his mindset and spirit. He had an air of importance, He moved with purpose in life. He moved in concert with his mission. He was a dog that walked with head and tail held high. I never saw him cowed with his tail tucked between his legs. or slink. He strode purposely at a brisk pace. His strut, trot, prance or amble were always fluid and graceful. John was so nimble he could jump from the ground into a cargo van with its doors closed. With one leap he could flawlessly navigate thru the an open front van window. Always and aware but hidden in attendance close by.
John always set his own pace John did not race or saunter. He meandered leisurely.Johns strong, determined stride gait said a lot about his mindset and spirit. He had an air of importance, He moved with purpose in life. He moved in concert with his mission. He was a dog that walked with head and tail held high. I never saw him cowed with his tail tucked between his legs. or slink. He strode purposely at a brisk pace. His strut, trot, prance or amble were always fluid and graceful. John was so nimble he could jump from the ground into a cargo van with its doors closed. With one leap he could flawlessly navigate thru the an open front van window. Always and aware but hidden in attendance close by.
JOHNS HEALTH
He was not bothered by skin problems or fleas, no incessant scratching, itching, licking and shedding of fur all over the house, no vomiting gagging coughing, sneezing , bad breath, doggy odor. no digestive problems no weight loss or gain, dragging butt om the ground I never saw him go poo or lift his leg on every object to mark his territory. doggy poo cleanup after him, He hid his business, where it was never yo found stepped in or smelled itHe pooped in secret and it was hidden away in places never to be encountered, smelled or stepped on. I never saw his poop or bumped into it, stepped in it or had to clean it up or carry a bag to collect it for the garbage He swam in saltwater daily without freshwater rinsing arterwards. No health problems, Not sure if he was neutered.
He was not bothered by skin problems or fleas, no incessant scratching, itching, licking and shedding of fur all over the house, no vomiting gagging coughing, sneezing , bad breath, doggy odor. no digestive problems no weight loss or gain, dragging butt om the ground I never saw him go poo or lift his leg on every object to mark his territory. doggy poo cleanup after him, He hid his business, where it was never yo found stepped in or smelled itHe pooped in secret and it was hidden away in places never to be encountered, smelled or stepped on. I never saw his poop or bumped into it, stepped in it or had to clean it up or carry a bag to collect it for the garbage He swam in saltwater daily without freshwater rinsing arterwards. No health problems, Not sure if he was neutered.
JOHNS BEHAVIOR JOHNS LIFESTYLE AND HIS ACTIVITIES
John had a measured wise engagement with his environment
John had a measured wise engagement with his environment
THINGS JOHN NEVER DID.
FOOD I never saw "John The Dog" feeding on the free meat scraps of food put out by the local grocers to feed the stray street dogs, I never saw him raid garbage cans. I never saw him beg for food or treats. no constant salivating trembling begging or sniffing around for table food or snacks. no chewing or gnawing on bones
FIGHTI saw him in a dog fight only once with my dog Morgan there.no recourse guarding no barking growling yipping, whining, hr would accept physical touching but not needy for petting or scratching. no demanding no scratching or bellyhead petting or belly scratches not a touchy-feely dog like no leg humping, eye gash , juglar no picking dog fights or siring offspring. no marking of territory, no dog fights
SOCIALIZATION WUTH PEOPLE Never learned to came when called him.
no tail wagging, no waggily tail no rollingm over no squirming with affection
to get attention no jumping up on people or on furniture or beds no playing with dog toys. no snuggling. no retrieving things no fetchingm never taught to come wjen ca;;edno aggressive behavior toward strangers no squirming no waggly tail no jumping into bed with you and hogging space no resource guarding of territory house, food people never underfoot or over stimulated behavior no dependent needy bhavior not threatening to anyone or nonchalant around people or furniture or socks, no digging holes in the garden. I do not remember ever petting him or scratching him physical touching nearby no
no urine marking of property. no excessive sniffing around. No taking in all the scents, , no panting, drooling, snoring, sneezing, no getting into all sorts of trouble; no chasing other animals after squirrels', birds chickens. cats. and swimming for swimming's sake . I never heard him bark, whine or growl. no panting no drooling no threatened by any animals
or is it rushing ahead, full of energy and excitement? friendly but not needy,
FOOD I never saw "John The Dog" feeding on the free meat scraps of food put out by the local grocers to feed the stray street dogs, I never saw him raid garbage cans. I never saw him beg for food or treats. no constant salivating trembling begging or sniffing around for table food or snacks. no chewing or gnawing on bones
FIGHTI saw him in a dog fight only once with my dog Morgan there.no recourse guarding no barking growling yipping, whining, hr would accept physical touching but not needy for petting or scratching. no demanding no scratching or bellyhead petting or belly scratches not a touchy-feely dog like no leg humping, eye gash , juglar no picking dog fights or siring offspring. no marking of territory, no dog fights
SOCIALIZATION WUTH PEOPLE Never learned to came when called him.
no tail wagging, no waggily tail no rollingm over no squirming with affection
to get attention no jumping up on people or on furniture or beds no playing with dog toys. no snuggling. no retrieving things no fetchingm never taught to come wjen ca;;edno aggressive behavior toward strangers no squirming no waggly tail no jumping into bed with you and hogging space no resource guarding of territory house, food people never underfoot or over stimulated behavior no dependent needy bhavior not threatening to anyone or nonchalant around people or furniture or socks, no digging holes in the garden. I do not remember ever petting him or scratching him physical touching nearby no
no urine marking of property. no excessive sniffing around. No taking in all the scents, , no panting, drooling, snoring, sneezing, no getting into all sorts of trouble; no chasing other animals after squirrels', birds chickens. cats. and swimming for swimming's sake . I never heard him bark, whine or growl. no panting no drooling no threatened by any animals
or is it rushing ahead, full of energy and excitement? friendly but not needy,
DOG CATCHER STORY
and I'm sure that later on well there was a dog catcher the violent off catcher who used to catch dogs and they used to disappear and then you had to go and pay to get them out of jail CATCHER STORY Rumor had it that BuilderMan was physically ruff on the dog when he was young because he wanted the dog to be independent self-sufficient and take care of his own needs like feeding himself when Builderman was off island for long periods of time. evade the newly appointed dog catcher he was caught only once when young by a key west dog catcher BuoderMan would not bailed him out put one day before forced to spend the max time locked up before at the dog pound.because BuilderMan wanted him to sufferer confinement so he would never be caught again. Maybe it worked because he roamed the island freely for many years after that always avoiding the dog catcher. I don't think he was had an ASPCA DOG
CATCHER DOG STORY Rumor had it that BuilderMan was physically ruff on the dog when he was young because he wanted the dog to be independent self-sufficient and take care of his own needs like feeding himself when Builderman was off island for long periods of time. evade the newly appointed dog catcher he was caught only once when young by a key west dog catcher BuoderMan would not bailed him out put one day before forced to spend the max time locked up before at the dog pound.because BuilderMan wanted him to sufferer confinement so he would never be caught again. Maybe it worked because he roamed the island freely for many years after that always avoiding the dog catcher.
There were no complaints against him. If so he was never caught once That incidence taught him how to escape detection.
and I'm sure that later on well there was a dog catcher the violent off catcher who used to catch dogs and they used to disappear and then you had to go and pay to get them out of jail CATCHER STORY Rumor had it that BuilderMan was physically ruff on the dog when he was young because he wanted the dog to be independent self-sufficient and take care of his own needs like feeding himself when Builderman was off island for long periods of time. evade the newly appointed dog catcher he was caught only once when young by a key west dog catcher BuoderMan would not bailed him out put one day before forced to spend the max time locked up before at the dog pound.because BuilderMan wanted him to sufferer confinement so he would never be caught again. Maybe it worked because he roamed the island freely for many years after that always avoiding the dog catcher. I don't think he was had an ASPCA DOG
CATCHER DOG STORY Rumor had it that BuilderMan was physically ruff on the dog when he was young because he wanted the dog to be independent self-sufficient and take care of his own needs like feeding himself when Builderman was off island for long periods of time. evade the newly appointed dog catcher he was caught only once when young by a key west dog catcher BuoderMan would not bailed him out put one day before forced to spend the max time locked up before at the dog pound.because BuilderMan wanted him to sufferer confinement so he would never be caught again. Maybe it worked because he roamed the island freely for many years after that always avoiding the dog catcher.
There were no complaints against him. If so he was never caught once That incidence taught him how to escape detection.
HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE
INTERSPECIES FRIENDSHIP
PEOPLE AND ACTIVITIES JOHNS DAILY ACTIVITIES I do not know if sometimes he went to BuilderMan]s compound
HANGING WITH FRIENDS, FISHING AND DINNER RITUAL He was frequently seen in District 1 or historic old town Key West. He used a several properties as home base He had a fondness for certain people but not a dependency. He had several homes and many human friends including homeless people. If he liked you, he hung out with you on and off. He took turns hanging out with chosen people he would suddenly appear and fall into step with you if you were on foot or bicycle. He liked a lot of people Which meant he might just show up and accompany you on a walk or bike ride. He was loyal to his pack of humans making the rounds to stay in touch with all of them.
INTERSPECIES FRIENDSHIP
PEOPLE AND ACTIVITIES JOHNS DAILY ACTIVITIES I do not know if sometimes he went to BuilderMan]s compound
HANGING WITH FRIENDS, FISHING AND DINNER RITUAL He was frequently seen in District 1 or historic old town Key West. He used a several properties as home base He had a fondness for certain people but not a dependency. He had several homes and many human friends including homeless people. If he liked you, he hung out with you on and off. He took turns hanging out with chosen people he would suddenly appear and fall into step with you if you were on foot or bicycle. He liked a lot of people Which meant he might just show up and accompany you on a walk or bike ride. He was loyal to his pack of humans making the rounds to stay in touch with all of them.
JOHN THE DOG & JOHN THE HOMELESS PERSON John the Man and John the Dog were tight friends long before I met either of them John the Man was well liked in town He wore a black patch over one blind eye which he had lost in a muggingby way of a concusion He wasknown to be a treasue trove of wisdom beyond his years. . John the Man was homeless and he preferred it that way. For years he slept hidden at night in a safe spot, tropical bushes leading into the aquarium near Front St. John the dog used to accompany him around town in the daytime and beded down with him at night. John the Man said one night a policeman came by holding a flashlight searching the bushes with the intention of arresting him. John the dog came to his rescue, He rose up silantly a surprising fast leap and grabbed the flashlight out of the policemans hand. They fled together never to sleep there again
HANGING OUT WITH NANCY
THE STORY OF OUR FRIENDSHIP
John continued to make my house and garden one of his primary places to live. No obligation on either side. If he was at the door he was welcome to enter stay awhile spend the night. Whatever his heart desired. He made himself comfortable in the house on the floor. I don't remember any special places in the house or garden he liked but he was welcome use the place at will. He was never intrusive or underfoot. He chose to rest in quiet out of the way places. Often I lost tack of whether he was on the property or not. He would appear and wait patiently for his dinner ritual. he was delightful to be around
THE STORY OF OUR FRIENDSHIP
John continued to make my house and garden one of his primary places to live. No obligation on either side. If he was at the door he was welcome to enter stay awhile spend the night. Whatever his heart desired. He made himself comfortable in the house on the floor. I don't remember any special places in the house or garden he liked but he was welcome use the place at will. He was never intrusive or underfoot. He chose to rest in quiet out of the way places. Often I lost tack of whether he was on the property or not. He would appear and wait patiently for his dinner ritual. he was delightful to be around
A GASH NEAR EYE & A VISIT TO THE VET RAISES QUESTIONS OF LEGAL OWNERSHIP
John had an open wound on his eye lid. This sore looking gash did not appear to be infected. Days passed with no healing. I thought he needed vet treatment. I got up my nerve and called BuilderMam. who I thought was his legal owner. BuilderMan could care less and took no responsibility. He said the dog needed to learn to heal himself. He said the dog would either heal himself or he wouldn't and it was up to the dog to take care of himself and become more resilient. I took him to the Vet to get needed sutures. Florida Law states when a human spends money for the vet and feeds a anima; food I then am legally his owner. I became his lawful ownwer owner because of having invested money for the vet and feeding the dog John seemed to like the comfort the vet brought him and he began to spend more time with me. Legal ownweship did not mean anything different to him he had the same freedom same freedom to come and go as he pleased. He accompanied me everywhere and was leaning on me to provide most of his evening meals He accompanied me everywhere and was leaning on me to provide most of his evening meals
John had an open wound on his eye lid. This sore looking gash did not appear to be infected. Days passed with no healing. I thought he needed vet treatment. I got up my nerve and called BuilderMam. who I thought was his legal owner. BuilderMan could care less and took no responsibility. He said the dog needed to learn to heal himself. He said the dog would either heal himself or he wouldn't and it was up to the dog to take care of himself and become more resilient. I took him to the Vet to get needed sutures. Florida Law states when a human spends money for the vet and feeds a anima; food I then am legally his owner. I became his lawful ownwer owner because of having invested money for the vet and feeding the dog John seemed to like the comfort the vet brought him and he began to spend more time with me. Legal ownweship did not mean anything different to him he had the same freedom same freedom to come and go as he pleased. He accompanied me everywhere and was leaning on me to provide most of his evening meals He accompanied me everywhere and was leaning on me to provide most of his evening meals
MY WAKE UP TO JOHNS LOYALTY THE PIERHOUSE STORY
In the 70's I did plenty of walking and bike riding As I was leaving If John happened to be around he would bound out of the bushes and accompany me everywhere I went If I was doing a series of errand's I would stop park and lock my bike and he would wait somewhere nearby for me to resume my errands he would wait patiently hidden somewhere near by in the shade bushes until I reemerged. he would wait in the bushes in the shade not visible so I would come out and then accompany me on to my next stop. He accompanied me by walking or running out in the open on the sidewalks to avoid cars and be safe. One afternoon I went to the Chart room at Pier House for Happy hour. I locked up by bike in the parking lot and went to the bar using the main entrance. John curled up in the bushes nearby to wait. That evening was particularly fun with locals and I stayed late. I ended up getting a ride home and left using a different entrance. Next morning when I went to retrieve my bike, John the prince of loyalty bounded out of the bushes to great me. He had stayed the night [providing compamy fpr my bicycle even though it meant skipping his dinner ritual.
He would suddenly bound into view gusto. confidence, .
In the 70's I did plenty of walking and bike riding As I was leaving If John happened to be around he would bound out of the bushes and accompany me everywhere I went If I was doing a series of errand's I would stop park and lock my bike and he would wait somewhere nearby for me to resume my errands he would wait patiently hidden somewhere near by in the shade bushes until I reemerged. he would wait in the bushes in the shade not visible so I would come out and then accompany me on to my next stop. He accompanied me by walking or running out in the open on the sidewalks to avoid cars and be safe. One afternoon I went to the Chart room at Pier House for Happy hour. I locked up by bike in the parking lot and went to the bar using the main entrance. John curled up in the bushes nearby to wait. That evening was particularly fun with locals and I stayed late. I ended up getting a ride home and left using a different entrance. Next morning when I went to retrieve my bike, John the prince of loyalty bounded out of the bushes to great me. He had stayed the night [providing compamy fpr my bicycle even though it meant skipping his dinner ritual.
He would suddenly bound into view gusto. confidence, .
PERFECT TRAVELING COMPANION
OUR TRIP TO NAPLES FLORIDA A visiting friend and I decided to take a long weekend camping trip in my van to visit Everglades National Park and Nap[es FL As we were lifting our bags into the van just minutes aways from leaving the curb in front of my house John the Dog appeared and invited himself on the trip by jumping into the van. We discovered that travelling with him did not slow us down or alter our plans. Whenever we parked and went off to do a planned activity, a hike, a meal in a restaurant, an hour air boat ride or a long sunset walk on the beach in Naples, John preferred to stay with the van. He didn't have separation anxiety or want to accompany us on our adventures when we took leave. His did his own thing by staying in the van or hidden nearby when not in it. He did not recourse guard the van by barking or growling if strangers approached the vehicle, It was winter so the temperature in the van with the windows open was comfortable. I made sure the two front van windows were completely folled down so he could jump in and out of the van as he pleased. He easily cleared the metal window framing as he leaped in and out of the van. He had the skill and perfection of a Circe So;ie gynbast. This high leap was executed flawlessly in and out the front window. He took short discreet walks to pee or explore, He would shimmy under the van for cool shady naps where he was hardly visible, He proved himself so savvy that I never worried about him getting hit by a car. getting lost, getting into trouble or being picked up by a dog catcher.
OUR TRIP TO NAPLES FLORIDA A visiting friend and I decided to take a long weekend camping trip in my van to visit Everglades National Park and Nap[es FL As we were lifting our bags into the van just minutes aways from leaving the curb in front of my house John the Dog appeared and invited himself on the trip by jumping into the van. We discovered that travelling with him did not slow us down or alter our plans. Whenever we parked and went off to do a planned activity, a hike, a meal in a restaurant, an hour air boat ride or a long sunset walk on the beach in Naples, John preferred to stay with the van. He didn't have separation anxiety or want to accompany us on our adventures when we took leave. His did his own thing by staying in the van or hidden nearby when not in it. He did not recourse guard the van by barking or growling if strangers approached the vehicle, It was winter so the temperature in the van with the windows open was comfortable. I made sure the two front van windows were completely folled down so he could jump in and out of the van as he pleased. He easily cleared the metal window framing as he leaped in and out of the van. He had the skill and perfection of a Circe So;ie gynbast. This high leap was executed flawlessly in and out the front window. He took short discreet walks to pee or explore, He would shimmy under the van for cool shady naps where he was hardly visible, He proved himself so savvy that I never worried about him getting hit by a car. getting lost, getting into trouble or being picked up by a dog catcher.
JUGLER VEIN FIGHT AT MASCOT BAR Johns
I used to walk by, look up and try to see into the Mascot Bar on Caroline Street as I walked by. It was not possible to see inside. I never went inside It was a busy place near the seaport frequented by hard working fisherman and shrimpers The place was notorious for drunken behavior and fights sometimes people got killed there, shot to death. One day as John the Dog and I were walking past the place. a large Pitbull shot out of the bar with a roar and before I could think or blink this dog had John in a death grip. There was no preliminary dog fight. John was instantly pinned to the ground upside down. The Pitbull had a death grip on his neck. . John lay at deaths door limp motionless, I screamed for help. Men emerged from the bar. Several of them dressed in motorcycle garb tried to pull the dog off of John and failed, They tried to unset his jaw and failed. I remember the grinding sound that the pitfall I heard teeth and bone grinding noises meant to kill. Fortunately, someone in the crowd had a beer in hand and poured it down the nostrils of the Pitbull. The dog let go the owner grabbed hm. John slowly got on his feet and we left. He was OK Miracupusly the pitbuls teeth missed his juglar vein and spinal cord
Ia cry out for large Pitbull type animal came out of that far and grab the\ humans who were more on the motorcycle type not that that means violent but that particular bar it was just kind of a scary place for me and I didn't go in there we were walking by there once in hold of his next and he just went down and didn't struggle and was making him somebody came out of the bar and I was yelling and I was afraid because I thought he was dying and someone came out of the bar and got the board beer in the nose of the big pit bull and made that dog we leave this hole and then we were able to come home and John survived that majon the dog never initiated the fight sometimes stocks would ambush him and sometimes she would get wounded but I never saw him pick a fight what a doll so he was so. JUGLER VEIN FIGHT AT MASCOT BAR. JUGLER VEIN FIGHT AT MASCOT BAR
I used to walk by, look up and try to see into the Mascot Bar on Caroline Street as I walked by. It was not possible to see inside. I never went inside It was a busy place near the seaport frequented by hard working fisherman and shrimpers The place was notorious for drunken behavior and fights sometimes people got killed there, shot to death. One day as John the Dog and I were walking past the place. a large Pitbull shot out of the bar with a roar and before I could think or blink this dog had John in a death grip. There was no preliminary dog fight. John was instantly pinned to the ground upside down. The Pitbull had a death grip on his neck. . John lay at deaths door limp motionless, I screamed for help. Men emerged from the bar. Several of them dressed in motorcycle garb tried to pull the dog off of John and failed, They tried to unset his jaw and failed. I remember the grinding sound that the pitfall I heard teeth and bone grinding noises meant to kill. Fortunately, someone in the crowd had a beer in hand and poured it down the nostrils of the Pitbull. The dog let go the owner grabbed hm. John slowly got on his feet and we left. He was OK Miracupusly the pitbuls teeth missed his juglar vein and spinal cord
Ia cry out for large Pitbull type animal came out of that far and grab the\ humans who were more on the motorcycle type not that that means violent but that particular bar it was just kind of a scary place for me and I didn't go in there we were walking by there once in hold of his next and he just went down and didn't struggle and was making him somebody came out of the bar and I was yelling and I was afraid because I thought he was dying and someone came out of the bar and got the board beer in the nose of the big pit bull and made that dog we leave this hole and then we were able to come home and John survived that majon the dog never initiated the fight sometimes stocks would ambush him and sometimes she would get wounded but I never saw him pick a fight what a doll so he was so. JUGLER VEIN FIGHT AT MASCOT BAR. JUGLER VEIN FIGHT AT MASCOT BAR
TRIP TO BEAUFORT SC STORY 6 MONYHS A YEAR
BEAUFORT SC GLEN CLOSE STORY
I went to Beaufort SC in the summer and I went for six months up there and I've got six months since he was I said if he's around when I leave he's welcome to come to South Carolina with me but I didn't necessarily try to round him up or put him on a leash or a collar I don't think he ever wore a leash or a collar in his life
ACTRESS GLEN CLOSE STORY . John stood still on all fours patiently leaning towards actress Glen Close who was standing next to him and repeatedly stroking his head for about ten minutes. stiff legged Glen Close pets him for 20 minutes . at cast dinner in A&P parking lot and six months here and again went to the store to the Piggly Wiggly every day God has can of kennel ration and carried it home it was during the time that they were doing a movie in that town that was a very popular movie with Glenn Close and I forgot the name but I'll think of it I'll I'll look it up and put it in here but I remember when we went to the NP we had a house and we were walking Elliot and I were walking with John the dog to the end P to get his nightly kennel ration it was such a a ritual that you didn't want to buy it and have it in your cover you want they have him walk and walk home with this kind of add to the that right the movie troop was being fed and there was a caterer who had tables out and there were quite a lot of famous young people who later became famous they were young people like well Glenn Close for instance was the one that comes to mind because when we went through the parking lot when close noticed John as we were went to the MP to get his food she came out to pet him and he did allow people to touch him and pet him but he wasn't initiating the physical touching and she stayed with him quite a long time watched she was fascinated that he was had his kind of kennel ration and holding it waiting to walk along home and have U.S. Open it with a can opener then I can remember this was before I knew who Glenn Close was it was really before she got famous and there were other people in that movie like Jeff Goldblum and that that other character of Maine he was sort of the main character and I liked him personally as an actor he was there there were a lot of young people that were actors in the parking lot but Glenn Close was the animal lover who who had to come over and really phone all over John the dog so he would go to South Carolina during that. That I lived half there and half here he would go six months to South Carolina so we lived together in
I went to Beaufort SC in the summer and I went for six months up there and I've got six months since he was I said if he's around when I leave he's welcome to come to South Carolina with me but I didn't necessarily try to round him up or put him on a leash or a collar I don't think he ever wore a leash or a collar in his life
ACTRESS GLEN CLOSE STORY . John stood still on all fours patiently leaning towards actress Glen Close who was standing next to him and repeatedly stroking his head for about ten minutes. stiff legged Glen Close pets him for 20 minutes . at cast dinner in A&P parking lot and six months here and again went to the store to the Piggly Wiggly every day God has can of kennel ration and carried it home it was during the time that they were doing a movie in that town that was a very popular movie with Glenn Close and I forgot the name but I'll think of it I'll I'll look it up and put it in here but I remember when we went to the NP we had a house and we were walking Elliot and I were walking with John the dog to the end P to get his nightly kennel ration it was such a a ritual that you didn't want to buy it and have it in your cover you want they have him walk and walk home with this kind of add to the that right the movie troop was being fed and there was a caterer who had tables out and there were quite a lot of famous young people who later became famous they were young people like well Glenn Close for instance was the one that comes to mind because when we went through the parking lot when close noticed John as we were went to the MP to get his food she came out to pet him and he did allow people to touch him and pet him but he wasn't initiating the physical touching and she stayed with him quite a long time watched she was fascinated that he was had his kind of kennel ration and holding it waiting to walk along home and have U.S. Open it with a can opener then I can remember this was before I knew who Glenn Close was it was really before she got famous and there were other people in that movie like Jeff Goldblum and that that other character of Maine he was sort of the main character and I liked him personally as an actor he was there there were a lot of young people that were actors in the parking lot but Glenn Close was the animal lover who who had to come over and really phone all over John the dog so he would go to South Carolina during that. That I lived half there and half here he would go six months to South Carolina so we lived together in
KEY WEST MULLET FISHING
JOHNS DAILY JAUNT TO THE BEACH TO HERD MULLET
Beach everyday to herd mullet. dogs roam the dog from what I understand John the dog went to the beach every day from the middle of the island from downtown Old Town he West of cross the island through the ocean side and he entered the water near what's now known as dog beach and back then a lot of us went there to swim it was one of the few beautiful natural places where you could walk into the water on white sand with natural sand that had collected there and the keys it was hold up from the Bahamas like the sand is now and in that water beautiful Clearwater was there used to be scores of Mullet in the shallows that would swim back and forth and John the dog went every day honest by himself all the way over there the fish in the shallows for mullet and he played a game I don't know if he ever caught one but he was cramped and the shallow water hurting the mullet putting his head in the water to try to catch him all and he just fascinated him for hours he did it every single day of his life he would walk all the way over there did a lot of exercise enjoy themselves and then come back middle of the island same time early afternoon no rincing off no bath no brushing or grooming or is it simply running out of sheer joy
JOHNS DAILY JAUNT TO THE BEACH TO HERD MULLET
Beach everyday to herd mullet. dogs roam the dog from what I understand John the dog went to the beach every day from the middle of the island from downtown Old Town he West of cross the island through the ocean side and he entered the water near what's now known as dog beach and back then a lot of us went there to swim it was one of the few beautiful natural places where you could walk into the water on white sand with natural sand that had collected there and the keys it was hold up from the Bahamas like the sand is now and in that water beautiful Clearwater was there used to be scores of Mullet in the shallows that would swim back and forth and John the dog went every day honest by himself all the way over there the fish in the shallows for mullet and he played a game I don't know if he ever caught one but he was cramped and the shallow water hurting the mullet putting his head in the water to try to catch him all and he just fascinated him for hours he did it every single day of his life he would walk all the way over there did a lot of exercise enjoy themselves and then come back middle of the island same time early afternoon no rincing off no bath no brushing or grooming or is it simply running out of sheer joy
JOHNS DAILY DINNER RITUAL A WALK TO THE GROCERY STORE TO CARRY A CAN OF Ken-L-RATION HOME
DAILY DINNER TRIP TO GROCERY CARRY CAN Supper came in a tin can called Ken-L-Ration. someone taught him Maybr BuilderMan to go to the grocery store every day and bring him home and Harry they can a large can of kennel ration dog so he asked them send them your house and I would open for the panel but if I wasn't home you know how to open and get the food out of the store hurting him for we move over somehow open that so I made friends with him
He was famous in Key West for carrying his can of dog food in his mouth from the grocery store to his where ever his place of residence was at the tme, This was facilitated by his human favorites who he rounded up when needed for their wallets and their can openers. Every evening, he would find one of them to escort him to Faustos Food Palace. It was rumored that if no one could be found to provide vittles he knew how to feed himself by turning over trash cans and he did this so secretly so as not to be the identified culprit and receive complaints. It was rumored the dog knew how to feed himself by turning over trash cans. He knew how to feed himself if his human facilitators were out of town, he robbed garbage cans. and from what I understand and his owner left town a lot and wanted the dog to care for himself able to take care of himset back then there wasn't a lot of the business downtown He knew that he would tun over and raid garbage cans if he as hungry. He had other agendas regarding food. Late afternoon John was famous for rounding up one of his human friends who knew the routine of walking together to Fausto's Food Palace to buy dinner a large can of Ken-L-Ration, John would wait patiently for the person inside to purchase his dinner and then come out and hand the tin can to him. John would carefully hold the can in his jaws, With his head held high and high step walking John would move thru the streets as if he were in a parade . Everyone paused to see him so obviously proud of himself. Most times his chosen meal providers produced a can opener back home, but when hanging out with his homeless friends it often meant he had to use his own teeth to break the can. The cans looked dangerously mangled and sharp. He never chipped a tooth or injured his gums This He was famous for this spectacle of carrying his dinner a can of Kennel -L -Ration thru the street was famous everynight. He did this evert evening for his entire life.entire life for his entire life this was a spectacle every night dog biscuits or treats other food. Ate it all up, open can with teeth no bleeding gums or chipped teeth all pate eaten. he didn't wasn't naggy about being hungry one can of those old style large cans of kennel rations seem to be satisfying to him every day and we would go about a block and a half walk to foster stood palace we go in by it he always carried the camp needed to when he was very proud and he enjoyed the attention that I got him from people passing by when they saw him carrying his dinner home every night in his mouth
Daily trip to Faustos to get dinner large ton can of can of Kennel ration Daily trip to Faustos to get dinner large tin can of Kennel ration he never barked at people he was never menacing at anyone he was he was very loyal to the people he liked and hung out with just more than me so at times he came to my place so one one day he never seemed to have mug or he didn't seem to be a dog that needed to have fresh water on her body after he had been in the salt all day Food motvated one a day?
He was famous in Key West for carrying his can of dog food in his mouth from the grocery store to his where ever his place of residence was at the tme, This was facilitated by his human favorites who he rounded up when needed for their wallets and their can openers. Every evening, he would find one of them to escort him to Faustos Food Palace. It was rumored that if no one could be found to provide vittles he knew how to feed himself by turning over trash cans and he did this so secretly so as not to be the identified culprit and receive complaints. It was rumored the dog knew how to feed himself by turning over trash cans. He knew how to feed himself if his human facilitators were out of town, he robbed garbage cans. and from what I understand and his owner left town a lot and wanted the dog to care for himself able to take care of himset back then there wasn't a lot of the business downtown He knew that he would tun over and raid garbage cans if he as hungry. He had other agendas regarding food. Late afternoon John was famous for rounding up one of his human friends who knew the routine of walking together to Fausto's Food Palace to buy dinner a large can of Ken-L-Ration, John would wait patiently for the person inside to purchase his dinner and then come out and hand the tin can to him. John would carefully hold the can in his jaws, With his head held high and high step walking John would move thru the streets as if he were in a parade . Everyone paused to see him so obviously proud of himself. Most times his chosen meal providers produced a can opener back home, but when hanging out with his homeless friends it often meant he had to use his own teeth to break the can. The cans looked dangerously mangled and sharp. He never chipped a tooth or injured his gums This He was famous for this spectacle of carrying his dinner a can of Kennel -L -Ration thru the street was famous everynight. He did this evert evening for his entire life.entire life for his entire life this was a spectacle every night dog biscuits or treats other food. Ate it all up, open can with teeth no bleeding gums or chipped teeth all pate eaten. he didn't wasn't naggy about being hungry one can of those old style large cans of kennel rations seem to be satisfying to him every day and we would go about a block and a half walk to foster stood palace we go in by it he always carried the camp needed to when he was very proud and he enjoyed the attention that I got him from people passing by when they saw him carrying his dinner home every night in his mouth
Daily trip to Faustos to get dinner large ton can of can of Kennel ration Daily trip to Faustos to get dinner large tin can of Kennel ration he never barked at people he was never menacing at anyone he was he was very loyal to the people he liked and hung out with just more than me so at times he came to my place so one one day he never seemed to have mug or he didn't seem to be a dog that needed to have fresh water on her body after he had been in the salt all day Food motvated one a day?
DEATH ON VALENTINES DAY A GOOD DAY TO DIE
John The Dog never wore a collar, a dog tag or a leash. He was not trained to respond to vocal cues or hand signals, He did not come when called
The night air was chilly, I usually slept in my bedroom in the house but this I was sleeping in my cottage. John The dog wanted to join me which was unusual. I let him in.
Died Valentines Day gently nudged me with his nose to let him out , It was clear he wanted to fo outside. It was unusual me up at 2 am to let him out it was chilly. During the day I expected him to show up but when he didnt I went looking for him I had to hunt hard found him hidden in the jungles most secretive location He was deceased, curled up as if comfortably sleeping behind the erocodile pit near the edge of the solution hole. The least travelled place in the garden. This was Valentines I do not know if he was actually legally owned by a human or humans, If he was he did not act like it. He was busy and had his own agenda. Day warm air space for the night and he woke me up in the way morning hours of the morning and want and let me know he wanted to go outside which wasn't that common he doesn't usually ever wake me up the woman's long side but he did and I let him out and then in the morning we didn't find him and wasn't like him you would check on us in what we were doing with all the world and then in the afternoon I was worried and I started looking for him and I found him behind man made structure that we built and on the edge of the solution hole in the back with a little jungle back there the found him dead than he was hello Steph by then then he died and that was Valentine's gone the dog died on Valentine's Day and I don't I don't think um I think I will I watched I didn't really know how old he was but he was not as agile and a little more there were no big veterinarian bills like there can be should have chronic problem tell um I remember feeling sad still have lost such a good friend but he loved such a great life and he was so independent and so intelligent and so smart the maybe that just help is the law because I've had other animals die and and their passing was much harder for me to accept and maybe it's because they weren't as well adjusted to sort of mesh with human our human foibles when they live with us and John Liu and it wasn't that I didn't love him and didn't respect him he was and I sank the most one of the most the most beautiful dog if I ever saw and the smartest dog I ever knew and um just because of the he he was absolutely so sufficient and chose where he wanted to live with whom he wanted to live and the the he was the had had the control 222 to create his own lifestyle and hang out with the people that he wanted to so I can say I never controlled him I never watch him anything or trained him to do anything he was such a free spirit and he was such an intelligent person so now how do I save it I don't think he was he was never tied up he was never on a leash he never wore a collar to my knowledge he roamed the island freely I think he knew all the different different areas because it's only one mile by 4 miles he he made lots of friends he died on van he died he saw when he died or whether I he was older and he was had a grandmother and he was a little stiff and it was a little cold it was February and the place was a bit torn up we weren't in the big house we were in a small cottage that had recently been moved and had house movers come down from Miami and move the cottage off of the the the front lot under the back garden so that we had I had two buildings two different laws and with the idea that if the property increased in value and I wasn't able to support the whole place that I could at least live in one or the other buildings that I own and we were in the cottage and it was Valentine's E and it was a little chilly I don't think it was bitterly cold like you can get for us sometimes but it was it was cold I remember that and he came up into the cottage a little bit of effort because the stairs hasn't been replaced in the cottage was off the ground maybe as high as hip so we had to get him up into the cottage and he he was in in a
John The Dog never wore a collar, a dog tag or a leash. He was not trained to respond to vocal cues or hand signals, He did not come when called
The night air was chilly, I usually slept in my bedroom in the house but this I was sleeping in my cottage. John The dog wanted to join me which was unusual. I let him in.
Died Valentines Day gently nudged me with his nose to let him out , It was clear he wanted to fo outside. It was unusual me up at 2 am to let him out it was chilly. During the day I expected him to show up but when he didnt I went looking for him I had to hunt hard found him hidden in the jungles most secretive location He was deceased, curled up as if comfortably sleeping behind the erocodile pit near the edge of the solution hole. The least travelled place in the garden. This was Valentines I do not know if he was actually legally owned by a human or humans, If he was he did not act like it. He was busy and had his own agenda. Day warm air space for the night and he woke me up in the way morning hours of the morning and want and let me know he wanted to go outside which wasn't that common he doesn't usually ever wake me up the woman's long side but he did and I let him out and then in the morning we didn't find him and wasn't like him you would check on us in what we were doing with all the world and then in the afternoon I was worried and I started looking for him and I found him behind man made structure that we built and on the edge of the solution hole in the back with a little jungle back there the found him dead than he was hello Steph by then then he died and that was Valentine's gone the dog died on Valentine's Day and I don't I don't think um I think I will I watched I didn't really know how old he was but he was not as agile and a little more there were no big veterinarian bills like there can be should have chronic problem tell um I remember feeling sad still have lost such a good friend but he loved such a great life and he was so independent and so intelligent and so smart the maybe that just help is the law because I've had other animals die and and their passing was much harder for me to accept and maybe it's because they weren't as well adjusted to sort of mesh with human our human foibles when they live with us and John Liu and it wasn't that I didn't love him and didn't respect him he was and I sank the most one of the most the most beautiful dog if I ever saw and the smartest dog I ever knew and um just because of the he he was absolutely so sufficient and chose where he wanted to live with whom he wanted to live and the the he was the had had the control 222 to create his own lifestyle and hang out with the people that he wanted to so I can say I never controlled him I never watch him anything or trained him to do anything he was such a free spirit and he was such an intelligent person so now how do I save it I don't think he was he was never tied up he was never on a leash he never wore a collar to my knowledge he roamed the island freely I think he knew all the different different areas because it's only one mile by 4 miles he he made lots of friends he died on van he died he saw when he died or whether I he was older and he was had a grandmother and he was a little stiff and it was a little cold it was February and the place was a bit torn up we weren't in the big house we were in a small cottage that had recently been moved and had house movers come down from Miami and move the cottage off of the the the front lot under the back garden so that we had I had two buildings two different laws and with the idea that if the property increased in value and I wasn't able to support the whole place that I could at least live in one or the other buildings that I own and we were in the cottage and it was Valentine's E and it was a little chilly I don't think it was bitterly cold like you can get for us sometimes but it was it was cold I remember that and he came up into the cottage a little bit of effort because the stairs hasn't been replaced in the cottage was off the ground maybe as high as hip so we had to get him up into the cottage and he he was in in a
THE PERFECT DOG