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A Story of a Doberman’s Loyalty


Many years ago, actually it was 41 years, I took my first dog obedience class with my first Doberman, and in that class I met Linda Whalen. She was involved up to her eyebrows in training and showing, both in Obedience and Conformation, and has been so for all these years. She’s also been a close friend of mine all this time. Claude Currier was her father, and when she told me this story about P.C. Marie, I asked for permission to tell about her dad and his beloved Doberman., in honor of Veteran’s Day.
It’s the kind of story that touches we Doberman lovers’ hearts. Her name is P.C. Marie, and she is six years old.
P.C. Marie the second was Claude Currier Jr.’s last Doberman. Over the years many Dobes had shared his life, many of them rescues. P.C.Marie the first was a rescue, and when she died Claude honored his new six week old puppy with the same name. She was his little sweetheart and constant companion. They spent many hours on the glider swing in his huge beautifully landscaped back yard, swinging gently and dreaming. He trained her perfectly, even taught her to say “I love you”. She was overjoyed to ride in the trailer behind his big old tractor, having a wonderful time and directing him with happy barks where to go next.
Claude worked for over 34 years at the Sunset Hills Cemetery, as the groundskeeper and gardener. The cemetery folks gave the gardener statue shown below, to the cemetery, in honor of him, and it is named Sunset Hills Claude. Always P.C. would go with him to work, and he’d always take her by “his” statue and tell her to give him a kiss~It was kind of a little doggie game he played with her.
Claude was a tough old guy, a retired Master Sergeant who was wounded twice in WW2, sent home in a body cast with his two Purple Hearts, two Bronze Stars, a Silver Star, and the Cross of England medal. He led his troop up the notorious “Hamburger Hill”, and of those men he was the lone survivor. However, he couldn’t win this last battle with cancer, and on November 28, 2004, at Eighty years of age he left this earth.
P.C. was pitiful in her grieving. She constantly searched for him, calling for him. The funeral service was held in the very cemetery he had tended for those many years, in the beautiful Pagoda. His casket was open. Claude’s family are all animal lovers, dogs are always part of the family, so it was only natural that P.C. be taken to this service. This was the first she had seen her master, and with a whimper and cry, she reared up on the casket and kissed his cheek.
Every day this Doberman waits at the door for Claude’s youngest son Mike, to take her to visit the cemetery. She knows exactly where Claude’s grave is, and she knows “he” is there. She will lay on his grave and whimper a little bit as if to await his next command, then she and Mike go by the little gardener statue for her to give “Pa” a kiss, and then she will sadly go back home. If ever a story illustrated Doberman loyalty, this one does.

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