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They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie,
as I looked at him lying in his pen.
The shelter was clean, no-kill,
and the people really friendly.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time,
“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.”
“So whatdaya say we play some ball?”
“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room.
G. K. Chesterton