There are, in life, those friends we never knew we needed until they enter our quiet, comfortable worlds and shake things up a bit. Sometimes those faithful friends arrive in unlikely forms, and sometimes, just when we think we’re the ones doing the rescuing, we find out we’re actually being rescued, as we see in the untold tail-wagging tale of Old Huck. — Story Guru
The Untold Story Of Old Huck
Contributed by: Ed Stevens
While our daughter was in college, she went to the dog pound one day. She saw this one dog, black and white that looked like a Border Collie. As our daughter walked down the row of dogs behind the fence, she noticed that one of them kept his eyes on her as she walked the length of the row. She looked away, changed her pace and his eyes followed her. After she agreed to take him, She learned that he was to be executed that afternoon. She had literally rescued him from the gallows.
Huckleberry was with our daughter until late in her senior year. One day just before graduation, we got a call from her telling us she was considering a job offer in Hawaii but that there was a six month quarantine on dogs brought into the state. Coincidentally, I had just accepted a job to work in Austria.
I called my contacts in Austria and they said, “Bring Huckleberry with you. We love dogs! Dogs can even eat in the restaurants over here!” So Huckleberry was soon bound for Austria for a long stay.
We needed a home to live in when we arrived. After finally finding a place available in a small country town a train ride from Vienna, we went out to look. Everything went well until we mentioned that we had a dog. The landlady said, “No! No hunds!” (no dogs).
Certain we could persuade her otherwise, we went back to our temporary housing and got Huckleberry. We placed him in the right front seat and returned to the house with the “No hunds!” landlady.
I knocked on the door and asked her to come to the car with me. She did, and of course Huckleberry put on his best manners and he and the landlady quickly fell in love. After we moved in, almost every Sunday she would fix chicken or some other meat and leave some of it on the fence between their house and ours and Huckleberry would have his “sit down” Sunday dinner.
Not long after we arrived in Austria, we were taking Huckleberry for a walk around an old Castle with a moat, but the moat was dry with a few trees growing out of it. Huckleberry disappeared and we searched for him, finally spotting him at the bottom of the moat. He was lying very still. The only way into the moat was to climb down a tree that was growing out of the mud. I jumped from the rim to a tree limb and then climbed down to where he lay, very still. He then woke up from his fall and I pushed him up to the limb and the over the rim of the moat, to the top, where Marie caught him. He was so happy he ran abound the castle!
Over the years, Huck and I shared many new adventures and quiet walks, after returning home to the United States. Huck loved the woods. He is buried in his beloved place by the backyard trees, close by, where we can still visit him and recall old times. While we don’t know Huck’s exact age due to his apparent long stay in the pound (until our wonderful daughter rescued him), we think he was about seventeen years old when he had to leave us and we believe is waiting for us on the other side.
— Ed Stevens
What a sweet story, Ed. There’s nothing quite like the way our four-legged friends love us, make us laugh, and add joy to our days. No doubt, Old Huck is exploring the fields up yonder, ready and waiting for the next big adventure. — Story Guru
Author Bio: Ed is a retiree, a proud father and grandfather, and a book lover.