It is with great sadness and a very heavy heart that I write today. Jamaican-the german shepherd puppy that I did a board and train with some weeks back, ran into the street and was killed by a car today. I am so sad I could not even tell anyone for awhile till I could process the news. His owners called me today to tell me. He was about 7 months old-just a pup. I trained with him for about 6 weeks everyday. He was so smart. He picked up 28 commands in his time with me. I took him in classes and on privates. We went to the park and on walks and more walks. I never had to use a harness on him, just his collar to walk. He was so smart I would have taken him to competition. And I've never even done competition before!
He was so handsome. You just knew he would be a great looking dog even as a puppy. He was more black than tan. And I had him when he had just puppy teeth. And I'd say "no bite!" and stuff his toy in his mouth. He would carry it on our walks. If not a toy, he'd carry a stick. The whole walk. We had a special bond that only training can give. He'd look forward to me coming every day and was always ready to work.
Dogs come into our lives for a reason. Sometimes for a long time, sometimes for just a season. They are here to teach us. They bring the gift of themselves. It's all they have. In my heart I told my Oreo to find him and hang with him over the Rainbow Bridge. Jamaican would like a buddy.
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