This came up in my research!
I am at the stage in my book where I am having to check certain dates. Luckily I was already writing Learning from Dogs and could use the blog to check dates.
In so doing I came across an earlier post about Pharaoh and thought that was so, so good that it just has to be republished. Part One today and Part Two tomorrow.
‘Meeting’ this dog deserves two posts!
Almost two months ago, January 30th to be exact, the first of this ‘Meet the dogs‘ series was published. It came out of an idea from Jean and that January 30th post introduced Paloma to you, dear reader. Since then we have told you about Lilly, Dhalia, Ruby, Casey, Hazel, Sweeny, and Cleo.
So today’s post is the last of the Meet the dogs stories; it is about Pharaoh. I’m going to indulge myself and tell you the story of this most wonderful of dogs over today and tomorrow.
This is Sandra Tucker, owner of Jutone Kennels in Devon, England, where Pharaoh was born on June 3rd, 2003. Here’s something written elsewhere that conveys my feelings that first day that I met this puppy.
In no time at all I was turning into the farm driveway, noticing the painted sign for Jutone & Felsental German Shepherds alongside the open, wooden gate.
I turned off the engine and was about to swing my legs out of the open driver’s door when I saw a woman coming towards me.
“Hi, you must be Paul, I’m Sandra. Did you have any trouble finding us?”
I shook hands with her.
“Not at all. I did as you recommended when we spoke on the phone and went in to the local store and got final directions.”
Sandra smiled, her glasses almost slipping off the end of her nose.
“Dear Beth. She’s been running that local store since God was a boy.”
She continued with a chortle in her voice, “Some say that Beth was at the store before our local pub, The Palk Arms, opened for business. And the pub’s been in the village for well over four-hundred years.” Sandra’s laugh was infectious and I caught myself already taking a liking to her. The sense of a strong, confident person struck me immediately. Indeed, a working woman evidenced by her brown slacks, revealing plenty of dog hairs, topped off with a blue T-shirt under an unbuttoned cotton blouse.
“Anyway, enough of me, Paul, you’ve come to get yourself a German Shepherd puppy.”
She turned towards a collection of grey, galvanised-sheeted barns and continued chatting as I fell into step alongside her.
“After we discussed your circumstances over the phone; where you live down there in Harberton, why you specifically wanted a German Shepherd dog, I thought about the last set of puppies that were born, just a few weeks ago.”
Sandra paused and turned towards me.
“While, of course, you can select whatever puppy you feel drawn to, my advice is to go for a male. Listening to your experiences of befriending a male German Shepherd when you were a young boy, I have no doubt that a male dog would result in you and the dog building a very strong bond. Indeed, I have a young male puppy that I want to bring out to you. Is that OK?”
Sandra turned and walked out of sight around the corner of the first barn leaving me standing there, my response presumably being taken for granted.
Something in her words struck me in a manner that I hadn’t anticipated; not in the slightest. That was her use of the word bond. I was suddenly aware of the tiniest emotional wobble inside me from Sandra’s use of that word. Somewhere deep inside me was the hint that my decision to have a dog in my life was being driven by deeper and more ancient feelings.
My introspection came to an immediate halt as Sandra re-appeared. She came up to me, a beige-black puppy cradled under her left arm, her left hand holding the pup across its mid-riff behind his front legs, her right arm across her waist supporting the rear of the tiny animal.
I stood very still, just aware of feelings that I couldn’t voice, could hardly even sense, as I looked down at this tiny black, furry face, outsized beige ears flopping down either side of his small head.
It was unusually warm this August day and I had previously unbuttoned my cuffs and folded the shirt sleeves of my blue-white, checked cotton shirt back above both elbows leaving my forearms bare.
Sandra offered me the young, fragile creature. As tenderly as I could, I took the pup into my arms and cradled the gorgeous animal against my chest. The pup’s warm body seemed to glow through its soft fur and as my bare arms embraced the flanks of this quiet, little dog I realised the magic, the pure magic, of the moment. Something was registering in me in ways utterly beyond words but, nonetheless, as real as a rainbow might be across the green, Devon hills.
“How old is he, Sandra?”
“This little lad was born on June 3rd. So what are we today? August 12th. So he is ten weeks old as of today.”
June 3rd, 2003. I knew that this date had now entered my life in just the same way as had the birth-dates of my son and daughter; Alex and Maija.
The power of this first meeting was beyond anything I had expected, or even imagined. I thought that it was going to be a fairly pleasant but, nonetheless, unsurprising process of choosing a puppy. How wrong could I have been! What was captivating me was the pure and simple bodily contact between this young dog and me. No more than that. I was sensing in some unspoken manner that this was equally as captivating for this precious puppy-dog. For even at the tender age of ten weeks, the tiny dog appeared to understand that me holding him so longingly was bridging a divide of many, many years.
Sandra motioned with her arm, pointing out a bench-seat a few yards away alongside a green, well-manicured, lawn.
I very carefully sat down on the wooden-slatted bench and rested the beautiful animal in my lap. The puppy was adorable. Those large, over-sized ears flopping across the top of his golden black-brown furry head. His golden-brown fur morphing into black fur across his shoulders and then on down to the predominantly beige-cream colour of his soft, gangling, front legs. That creamy fur continuing along the little creature’s underbelly.
The puppy seemed almost to purr with contentment, its deep brown eyes gazing so very intently into mine. I was entranced. I was spellbound.
Never before had I felt so close to an animal. In a life-time of nearly sixty years including having cats at home when I was a young boy growing up in North-West London, and much later the family owning a pet cat when Alex and Maija were youngsters, I had never, ever sensed the stirrings of such a loving bond as I was sensing now. As this young puppy was clearly sensing as well. This was to be my dog. Of that I was in no doubt.
Let me leave you with a couple of other photographs taken from his early days.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that in the year 2014, I would be writing about Pharaoh from a home-office desk in Southern Oregon sharing a happy life with a wonderful London lady, Jean, and more gorgeous animals than one could throw a stick at.
More on that shared journey with Pharaoh tomorrow!
Back to today.
Isn’t that a perfect memory of an outstanding dog. Indeed, more than that. An outstanding memory of a grand, magnificent, intelligent dog who was with me during the worst and best of my life!
28 thoughts on “A reposting of a Meet the Dogs!”
It sounds like she knew you two were going to be a match made in heaven. Pharoah was a handsome lad.
Susan, I must try and reach out to Sandra. I wonder how she is and whether she is still running Jutone. Actually I will try to see if Jutone are online. It’s very emotional to read about Pharaoh.
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Yes, it appears so. Their website is http://jutone.co.uk/2301.html
I will call her a little later.
And I have just spoken to Sandra, she is now 77 and still breeding fine German Shepherds.
I can understand that.
There is something very special about German Shepherds. It’s the intelligence I think. The knowing way they look. The sense of understanding they have. I’ve never had one – maybe in my next life.😊 Thanks for sharing this story of your magnificent Pharaoh again Paul.
Margaret, what a lovely comment. Yes, the German Shepherd breed is a fine one but Pharaoh went one better than that. As I mentioned Pharaoh was also born a beta dog, just three dogs in a pack to have a status. There is the Alpha dog, always a female and the leader. Then there is the Beta, always a male and responsible for keeping order, and the Omega dog, of either gender, responsible for keeping the pack happy! Pharaoh was magnificent! And we love our other dogs just as much!
I never knew about that ranking. Very interesting. Thanks Paul.
Yes, it was something that I learned when Pharaoh was old enough for training.
Gawd he was a gorgeous lad.
John, got it in one! How are you down in Brazil? Well, I hope!
Considering I avoid domestic politics, very well. Sad news: Whitey, one of the 4 in the original pack who came into our neighbourhood many, many years ago (shortly after we moved in) died last Saturday. We had Brother, who died last year. We went to Whitey’s grave on Sunday and planted a bunch of flowers. He was a terrific dog. Had a fuuullll life.
Oh, that’s so sad, John. Despite the fact that it happens to all of us at some stage, there is something especially poignant about a dog dying. Our commiserations!
Thanks Paul, but he really did have an astonishingly full life, and he was loved by many.
I am not surprised in the slightest to hear you say that! Take care, John!
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He was a little cutie at 10 weeks old, Paul 😀
He had a good and long life together with you.
Yes, Irene, I still miss him. He was a wonderful friend of dog.
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I hear you Paul. I had a German Shephard in 1994-1995, he was the best too and I do still miss him much. He died by algae poisoning by swimming in a lake, as had blue algae, which were not to be seen that time.
Ouch, Irene! That must have been a shock and from the dates that you had your GSD he must have died as a young dog. In some ways, one never gets over that!
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You are right Paul, he only got about 16 months here.
I’m so, so sorry for your loss!
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Thank you Paul. At least he had a good life, even if it became short. He gave all and we gave him all.
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Great read, wonderful memory and great pictures. I have written an article on my blog recently titled ‘The Art of Living from a Dog’s perspective” – https://authorjoannereed.net/the-art-of-living-from-a-dogs-perspective/ – Feel free to check it out!
Welcome to this place and hope to see you again soon.
And just been across to your place. Brilliant article. Fancy publishing it here as a guest post from you?
That puppy is so cute!!
Dear, dear Pharaoh! Anyway, welcome to this place and I do hope that we will see you again.