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As Promised. Here's the first part of the little story:
This is a true story. In Tokyo there is a statue of this dog. He
stands in the same position he stood for most of his life. The parts of
the story that are not necessarily true are still true because it is the
way things must have been. When things are absolutely not true it is
because it is the way things should have been.
The old man was one of those Nipponese who managed to thrive during
the war. While many of his countrymen were starving he prospered in a
small way. He was able to keep his old lifestyle which in the face of
despair seemed much like luxury. You don’t have to think hard about it
to know that the old man was not a very nice man at all.
He would commute from his villa every day into Nagasaki, the city
destroyed by the A-Bomb, and he would profiteer in food, goods and
medical supplies. He befriended the American occupiers. He was not proud
except of his ability to survive and provide for his family.
There was an Akita who had given birth to a litter of 5 pups. The
mother and four of the pups were trapped and eaten. Hachiko was about 4
months old but had the sense to run from the city dwelling hunters and
his panicked flight brought him to the foot of the old man and some
American soldiers. A southern soldier, a captain from Tennessee, picked
up the puppy and nuzzled him wishing he could keep such a fine looking
The old man perked at hearing the officer express such an interest
and said he would take the puppy. He looked at the fuzz ball and noticed
it’s butt and that it had bowed legs so thatfrom the rear he looked like
the number 8. The old man said he would name the puppy Hachiko, which is
Japanese for 8. He found a piece of string and fashioned a collar and
leash from it and walked away, dragging his new friend along. The old
man walked even more proudly than he usually did. He wondered how a dog
that had just narrowly escaped being someone’s dinner could be so
jaunty. How could this dog be so happy when it had no idea what the
future would hold for him.
Thinking on such things the old man caught the old fashioned steam
engine to his home in the suburbs, a home that had escaped the tyranny
of the bomb. The place was as beautiful then as it is today, a green
little valley filled with white cherry blossoms and fragrant pines.
Thinking of the dog and it’s seeming sense of no purpose other than
to live filled the old man with pleasure and it was so much more
pleasant to think of the fuzz ball then it was to scrutinize the blasted
landscape aftermath of war. Even more so in that the pup actually seemed
to like the man, cavorting to get his attention and leaning it’s fuzzy
head against his leg.
When they got to the train station, all neatly painted at the old
man’s insistence and due to his influence, the old man spoke to the
station master. He’d known the station master all of his life but this
was the first time he’d spoken to him in 25 years.
“Gozu, you know animals. What kind of dog is this?” and Gozu, hiding
his surprise at being addressed in the familiar said, “Looks like an
“Ah,” the old man said, “A fighting dog.” Akita were used as guard
dogs by the Japanese army. They were known for their toughness and
ferocity. “Is it a good Akita?” Gozu inspected the pup who only wanted
“He seems healthy enough to me.”
“Good! His name is Hachiko.” said the old man and he lead the puppy
away on his piece of string.