Tak's Scrapbook

2009 - 2011

It was very apparent in our first year that Tak needed a job. We continued her training and found she had a vocabulary recognition that would challenge many young humans and was able to differentiate items as well as any primate. As a scientist I was facinated. So we looked at Search & Rescue training and followed a syllabus.

This was more than experiment it was a learning experience in human-dog relationships. Something that any owner of a working dog will tell you, there is a telepathy unlike anything ever described.
Tak could interpret my intentions before I voiced or signaled anything. It was almost a quantum phenomenon.

Tak and Goosy


Tak was described as a truly non-biting dog.
Her career was cut short by her first bout with a non-life threatening cancer, neurofibrosarcoma. After recovery she
then became a spokes dog for service dogs, better known
as Muriel.

The Great Horned Owl

One of Tak's accomplishments was assigned to me. It was December of 2010 and their was snow on the ground.

Late morning Tak was on the back porch. I heard the "let me in bark" and opened the door. She would not come in.

Now I was following her down the driveway to the old stable. Sure enough there was an animal that I though at a distance appeared to be a bobcat. Thankfully it was a Great Horned Owl. The owl was not a happy owl; a damaged wing and leg. It was not doing well. And there were some crows, some really creepy crows.

After several tries and getting Tak in the house we found the local Raptor society representative.

  Great Horned Owl (Continued)

All I heard was get the bird in a box. Great Horned Owls are not known for their gentleness. Oh and by the way, the crows will be a problem. They are natural enemies of the owl. (Live and learn.)

So now I was facing down a flock of crows. (Where was Tippi Hedren when I needed her.) Tak however was on the spot. She ran the crows while I boxed the owl.

The owl far left was rehabilitated and released in January 2011. That February I received a certificate from the USGS for rescuing a Great Horned Owl. I have never been so proud of anything. But by rights it was belonged to Tak.


The Myrtle bed was no end of fascination with every kind of ground squirrel, snake, rabbit and creature that a large area of ground cover could provide.

She loved the outdoors.We spent hours on trails through the local parks.
Tak was a natural extrovert greeting everyone and everything.

She loved the animals. Even if she chased them, they always got away.

Tak's cancer was aggressive and unrelenting. It is one of the most deadly canine cancers.

Surgery, months of chemotherapy did nothing to stop its destruction of Taks vascular system. Hemangiosarcoma a horrid disease with no cure. It may have been the only thing that Tak ever hated.

Tak's vets were unwavering in their support. I am grateful for their efforts.

How I remember Tak.
My best friend.

A final note; a second website, Tak's Legacy will be live this fall to help educate dog families on hemangiosarcoma. There will be a link here later in the year.


"There's a long, long trail a-winding
into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And the white moon beams.
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day I will be going down
That long, long trail with you."

Stoddard King, 1914

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