I first saw my dog in a trailer park when i was picking up one of my constructions workers. She was beautiful - she looked like a lab but she was red with amber eyes. Red is not a color associated with labs.
A few weeks later, picking up the same worker, she was sitting in the same spot. I asked the kids that were with her who she belonged to and they told me that her people had moved and left her behind.

I asked where she had lived and they pointed to the mobile home. I left a note with my phone number, told the kids if anyone came looking for her to point to my note. And left with her. That was Valentine's Day, 1994.
I took her to our local vet and he told me that she was a chow and lab mix. (Black tongue, double coat, chow color).
My son named her Spanky and she was remarkably easy to train - which was amazing because she was not particularly interested in "pleasing." She was not playful and not particularly affectionate. She became our protector from the moment she entered our life. She only barked to sound an alarm --- or to scare someone off. (I don't know if all labs do this, but when she was in protection mode, she had a ruff around her neck and shoulders that would stand on end and was really intimidating - it was not detectable at other times). She didn't retrieve, didn't like water --- much more of a chow personality. Her goal in life was to protect and she did that with great purpose.
She needed lots of exercise. We lived close to a farm and she loved to just run. I clocked her once at 30 mph for about 1/4 of a mile. When we were walking she always wanted to be right in front and vigilant.
In 2003, when Ian and I married, she immediately recognized him as the alpha dog and she was as devoted to him as she had been to Jordan and me. And, with a new protector in place, she relaxed and became much more affectionate.
She was in remarkably good health. In early 2011, she became noticeably slower and would stretch her hips as she got up. In the last month, she became unstable and would arise awkwardly. We knew that she was not much longer for this world, but did not seem to be in pain, just discomfort.
Two weeks ago, I took her to the vet for her annual checkup. She had some sebborhea that needed to be treated. The first time she had ever had anything wrong with her. Our vet has been seeing her for the last 12 years. He told me that she was in remarkably good health for her age.
Two days later, when John came home from work, she was in convulsions. With the help of the fireman across the street, he loaded Spanky into the truck and took her to the emergency animal hospital. Her temperature was too high to register on his thermometer. After 30 minutes in a cold bath to lower her temperature, he recommended that we let her go. And we did. I stiill have a big hole in my heart.
She would not have been the perfect dog for most people, too aloof, not playful. She was perfect for us.
elaine