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Jake felt more than sad when Marshall passed away. He felt worried.
Marshall was Jake's German Shepherd. He was Jake's companion for almost twelve years, and made a good job of guarding Jake's sporting goods store from uninvited guests, and suspicious people. Though the neighbourhood was not entirely safe, Marshall was the one who made things in good order.
Jake's store was the only commercial stall on the block which had no signs of vandalism. The others, of course, had walls vandalized with unpleasant graffiti.
It appeared that such people wanted to stay away from a big guard dog like Marshall.
Although Marshall had appeared to be rather fierce, he was actually a sweet one. Everyone who knew Jake very well, knew about the kisses Marshall would prepare for Jake just about every morning.
Melissa, Jake's daughter, was the one who kept the stores record's in place. She would usually pay a visit to her father at least once a week. She had known from the start that her old father couldn't afford to buy a state-of-the-art security system, and so, she figured he had to train another big dog.
On one of her visits, she handed her father a gift, which she had proudly introduced as a thing that would keep Marshall's legend alive within the neighbourhood.
She explained to Jake that the Electronic Watch Dog used infrared sensors to watch the store at night, just like Marshall did. When intruders showed up at either the front or the back doors, the box would bark. And it would bark louder and louder until the disturbance went away.
That Saturday night, two teenage boys strolled up the sidewalk. The midnight streetlight stretched their shadows halfway up the block. They banged and pulled on security gates as they talked about the trouble they could cause.
"Didn't old man Benson's dog just die?" the teenager asked his companion.
The other said he heard something like that.
They made their moves and went up to the front window. However, before they actually broke into the store, they heard the threatening bark from the inside.
And it was getting louder.
"What the hell? I thought the dog was gone?" asked the punk.
"He must have got a new one," replied the other, "I'm not messing with a dog!"
The two juveniles hustled away around the corner as fast as their legs could carry them.
Marshall's legacy remains intact. He's still a presence in Benson's Sporting Goods, with a picture above the cash register - and the loud bark from the Electronic Watch Dog.
Marshall was Jake's German Shepherd. He was Jake's companion for almost twelve years, and made a good job of guarding Jake's sporting goods store from uninvited guests, and suspicious people. Though the neighbourhood was not entirely safe, Marshall was the one who made things in good order.
Jake's store was the only commercial stall on the block which had no signs of vandalism. The others, of course, had walls vandalized with unpleasant graffiti.
It appeared that such people wanted to stay away from a big guard dog like Marshall.
Although Marshall had appeared to be rather fierce, he was actually a sweet one. Everyone who knew Jake very well, knew about the kisses Marshall would prepare for Jake just about every morning.
Melissa, Jake's daughter, was the one who kept the stores record's in place. She would usually pay a visit to her father at least once a week. She had known from the start that her old father couldn't afford to buy a state-of-the-art security system, and so, she figured he had to train another big dog.
On one of her visits, she handed her father a gift, which she had proudly introduced as a thing that would keep Marshall's legend alive within the neighbourhood.
She explained to Jake that the Electronic Watch Dog used infrared sensors to watch the store at night, just like Marshall did. When intruders showed up at either the front or the back doors, the box would bark. And it would bark louder and louder until the disturbance went away.
That Saturday night, two teenage boys strolled up the sidewalk. The midnight streetlight stretched their shadows halfway up the block. They banged and pulled on security gates as they talked about the trouble they could cause.
"Didn't old man Benson's dog just die?" the teenager asked his companion.
The other said he heard something like that.
They made their moves and went up to the front window. However, before they actually broke into the store, they heard the threatening bark from the inside.
And it was getting louder.
"What the hell? I thought the dog was gone?" asked the punk.
"He must have got a new one," replied the other, "I'm not messing with a dog!"
The two juveniles hustled away around the corner as fast as their legs could carry them.
Marshall's legacy remains intact. He's still a presence in Benson's Sporting Goods, with a picture above the cash register - and the loud bark from the Electronic Watch Dog.
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