Gina, Jerry Lee, and Holly on Limbo Beach, Orkney
Gina, Jerry Lee, and Holly on Limbo Beach, Orkney
Gina Longo Britain Unleashed® Dog-friendly historical travel stories with a cheeky twist™
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Meet the Dogs

Jerry Lee

Jerry Lee with Holly's red Jolly Ball Jerry Lee, looking proud after nicking Holly's Jolly Ball

You don’t believe in love at first sight until it happens to you, but on my very first day as a volunteer when I saw a shy, skinny German Shepherd cowering in his run at the local animal shelter, that was it. I was well and truly In Love, and there was no going back.


Like an idiot, I didn’t bring him home straight away, since we already had a senior dog, Kiska, who was then 15 years old.


Instead, I went to the shelter every chance I got so I could work with him to help him come out of his shell and realize he could trust people. When I had to fly, my mum visited him instead.


The shelter had named him “Boomer,” but I renamed him to something I liked better. He was mine, after all, even if nobody knew it at the time but me.

This dog was scared of everything. He was even too afraid to leave his run, let alone walk through a doorway to go outside, but for some reason he trusted me, and later Mom, when he didn’t trust anyone else.


The day Jerry finally walked out of his run with me and through not one, not two, but three doorways to go outside was a banner day, and other shelter volunteers were stunned by his newfound courage.


After more than a month of us visiting him at the shelter, I finally asked my parents if they would mind me bringing him home to foster. Of course they said yes... who could resist him?

Jerry Lee in the back yard Stylin' and profilin' in his yard
Jerry at North Topsail Beach, NC Frisbee fetch at North Topsail Beach, NC

Now that he was coming home, it would just take a lot of love, patience, and time for him to turn into the confident charmer I knew he could be, and it was all going to be okay.


Except it wasn’t.


The day we were scheduled to bring him home, Mom woke me up saying I had a phone call from the shelter… and I could NOT believe what I was hearing.

They were going to euthanize him. They were going to kill that beautiful, brave dog who’d worked so hard to learn to trust, who’d found a family to love him, and who'd finally found a family he could love.


Why? Because he’d barked at a front-office worker who never went into the back, but who this one time had decided to take a stroll past the dog runs. Obviously, being a German Shepherd, he was dangerous.

Jerry on the back patio Jerry on the back patio
Jerry relaxing on his dog bed Maxin' and relaxin' on his bed

As you’d expect, I panicked. I sprinted down the hall, ran into my parents’ bedroom where my dad was still asleep, and yelled, “They’re going to kill him!” Dad, whom you can always count on to come charging to the rescue, leapt out of bed and said, “We’ll just see about that!"


The three of us raced to the shelter, thinking we were going there to say goodbye to my boy, as I didn’t see the shelter officials being willing to give him a chance. Why would they? To them, he was just another dog.

They let us take him outside, and we sat there for a long while with him, letting him enjoy the day, when the miracle happened. The then-shelter director saw the four of us sitting there, with Jerry just as relaxed and happy as you please.


Something about the scene must have struck a chord with him because he made me a deal. He’d let me take Jerry home to foster on one condition: I had to have him evaluated by an animal behaviorist at my own expense, and if she said he was dangerous, I had to bring him back to the shelter to be put down.

Jerry and soft toy friends on the couch Couch potato: Jerry and friends
Jerry on the deck keeping tabs on his yard King of all he surveys

Yeah, right, like THAT was going to happen. I’d have agreed to anything if it would get Jerry away from there, and once I’d busted him out there was no way on earth I was going to take him back.


A couple of days later, after everything was finally settled, my sister and I went to pick him up. Once he was in the car, he leaned his head on the back of the seat and watched out the rear window as we drove away.


I guess he was taking one last, long look at the shelter, because when it was out of sight, he turned around to face forward, stared straight ahead, and never looked back. He was safe and he knew it.

I did take him to the animal behaviorist, and she figured out quickly that he’d be just fine with a little help from his friends.


It would be easy to say that he magically transformed into the perfect pet, but the truth is it took years of patience, love, and consistent, positive training to give him the confidence he needed to become the boy who not only lived, but travelled.


When I first saw Jerry at the shelter, he was afraid of everyone and everything, but in the end, nothing fazed him. He turned into a consummate explorer, and even more amazingly, he and I became a therapy dog team.

Jerry's therapy dog badge Jerry's therapy dog badge
Gina and Jerry on Brent Knoll, Somerset Me and my boy on Brent Knoll, Somerset

We’d visit local nursing homes, where he’d do tricks to cheer up the residents or just stand quietly while they petted him. Sometimes he’d even offer to help with their physical therapy by retrieving tennis balls they’d throw for him.


(Soon after he got home, mom had discovered his tennis-ball obsession, which didn't take long to turn into an I'll-fetch-anything obsession.)


As his veterinarian once said, you’d never know the dog he was by the dog he became.


Jerry Lee made so many people so incredibly happy, and I consider myself the luckiest girl on the face of the earth because he was mine.


We lost Kiska in July 2004, leaving Jerry as our only dog for the first time. My sister and I shared a house, but she was away and she’d taken her two cats with her, and I had to fly that Thanksgiving, so I’d sent Jerry to North Carolina to be with his grandparents.


I found myself alone and missing Jerry, surfing the Internet, casually checking out the German Shepherds up for adoption on Petfinder. I wasn’t really thinking about adopting another dog, but you know how it is… sometimes you just want to look and see who’s out there.

Holly with her red Jolly Ball Holly with her Jolly Ball
Holly modelling her big, beautiful ears Miss Thing

It only took me a few minutes to spot a gorgeous, long-legged, big-eared boy named Hawk, who was an inmate at the animal shelter in LaGrange, Georgia, about 30 miles south of our rental house.


In that instant, I felt the same feeling I’d had the second I’d laid eyes on Jerry Lee in the shelter two years earlier. There was just something about this dog, and I knew I had to do something to help him.


I got in touch with the German Shepherd Dog Rescue of Georgia and asked if they knew about Hawk, and if so, were they able to bring him into the rescue?

They said they’d been having trouble contacting anyone at LaGrange, and they’d appreciate it if I could also try.


I guess the gods of stray dogs were on my side that day, because I was able to set up a visitation with Hawk at the shelter a few days later on behalf of the rescue.


The night before my visit, the rescue called and asked me to evaluate another Shepherd at the shelter, a female, to see if she was also adoptable.


I saw the female first—she was as shy and scared as Jerry Lee had been when I’d met him, and she’d obviously just had puppies.

Holly on the couch Holly doing her couch potato impression
Holly on the couch watching out the window The neighborhood watch

I knew from experience that shy dogs can be rehabilitated with a lot of love, patience, and consistent training, so I figured she’d do fine in the rescue. One down, one to go.


Then it was time to meet the dog I’d already fallen for: Hawk. They brought him outside and I sat down on the ground to introduce myself, whereupon he leapt straight into my lap and started kissing me!


Now THIS was a great dog for the rescue, and he was gorgeous to boot, with big brown eyes, even bigger ears, and lots of thick black-and-tan fur. He was spectacular.

With both dogs approved for the rescue, I made arrangements to pick up the boy on the 8th of December, but I wanted the girl spayed before I brought her home.


I drove to LaGrange, put Hawk into the car kennel, drove back home, and popped him straight into the shower. He was gorgeous, but holy cow, he stunk!


I wet him down, lathered him up, and started scrubbing him all over… and when I got to his underneath bits, I got a serious surprise.

Holly upside down on the couch Holly in her favourite sleeping pose
Holly at North Topsail Beach, NC Holly at North Topsail Beach, NC

I’d had a male dog for a couple of years now, and unless I was totally missing something here, this dog was also missing something. A peek under the belly showed I was right—“he” was most definitely a she!


The fur under her belly was especially thick, so I was willing to give myself a bit of a pass for overlooking the obvious in my earlier brief visit with her, but there was no mistaking her now... she was absolutely all girl.

The next thing I realized was that since she already knew the name “Hawk,” I was going to have to come up with a girl’s name that sounded similar.


Christmas was just around the corner, so I bet you’ve figured it out already… in the space of one short bath, the male German Shepherd Hawk became the female German Shepherd Holly.


Holly and I had the house to ourselves for a day or so until Mom brought Jerry Lee back. We introduced the dogs to each other and they seemed to get along well, then a few days later I brought the (other!) female Shepherd, whom we named Tilly, home from the shelter.

Holly looking up for her photo Holly loved to look up!
Holly on the beach at Lowestoft, England Holly at Lowestoft, England

For a couple of weeks, we had three Shepherds in the house, which I think is just about right.


Remember I said I hadn’t been looking to adopt another dog? I didn’t think I was ready, so I was officially Holly and Tilly’s foster parent until they got adopted. About two weeks after I’d rescued her, I let Holly go to a woman who said she had Shepherd experience.


I thought everything was fine until about a month and a half later when I got a phone call from the woman, who said that Holly had nipped at the woman’s boyfriend and she was going to put her down if I didn’t take her back.

I told the woman as politely as I could manage that she’d better not do any such thing, and I arranged with another rescue volunteer to pick Holly up from the woman’s house north of Atlanta ASAP.


We met in Midtown to swap Holly to my car so I could bring her home, and when I saw her beautiful face again, I knew it: she and I were made for each other.


She gave me her typical excited, exuberant, bouncy, no-holds-barred, in-your-face Holly greeting, and off we went. She was my forever girl now, and nothing and no one could ever take her away from me.

Me and Holly on Dane John Mound, Canterbury Me and my girl on Dane John Mound, Canterbury

Keep Calm and Travel On

Holly and Jerry Lee on Perranporth Beach, Cornwall Holly and Jerry Lee on Perranporth Beach, Cornwall

I’d love to say that from then on it was all sunshine, rainbows, and roses and that Holly, Jerry, and I skipped off happily into the sunset, but the fact was that both dogs had behavioral quirks that we spent a lot of time working on.


When we were travelling, I got more compliments on the dogs’ good behavior than I can count, and my standard reply was, “Thank you very much! They didn’t come this way, though.” Because they didn’t.


Holly and Jerry were at nearly opposite ends of the personality spectrum when I adopted them, and it was up to me to learn how to help them be the best dogs they could be.

Were they worth it? Were they worth the time, effort, and training? Yes, yes, and YES! We worked with trainers and animal behaviorists, and for most of the rest of their lives, I reinforced the dogs’ training every single day.


You read that right. Every. Single. Day. And I always kept my eye on them for signs that they weren’t comfortable in a situation, because I wanted to do my best to make sure that they only ever had positive experiences.


All that effort paid off—the reward for our hard work was to be able to spend years travelling together in five different countries and more than two dozen U.S. states. We could never have travelled the way we did, and they could never have gone all the places they went, if we hadn’t done the work first.


Not bad for a couple of rescued shelter dogs.


P.S. If you're wondering what happened to Tilly, she was adopted and spoiled rotten by a very nice woman.

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