Skip to comments.(vidjo)Soldier surprised his Iraq K9 partner by adopting him a year after they were separated...
Posted on 03/14/2014 5:49:16 AM PDT by envisio
A retired soldier flew thousands of miles to reunite with the intrepid German shepherd that served alongside him in Iraq and the touching footage has quickly gone viral. Retired Air Force Sergeant David Simpson made a best friend in the form of military pooch Robbie as the two served together securing dangerous city streets in Iraq for four years. But their beautiful relationship came to an abrupt halt a year ago when Simpson left the military and his canine comrade continued to serve. footage of their heartwarming reunion at Germany's Spangdahlem Air Base will surely leave a lasting impression on any viewer, patriotic or dog loving. Within hours after it was posted to YouTube, the video had received tens of thousands of views. Robbie's ecstatic reaction to seeing his longtime partner proves the 85-pound pup missed Simpson as much as the soldier missed him.
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As I have stated before... I am about as far removed from a sissy, emotional, female man as you can possibly get. But this kinda thing puts a big ole lump in my throat.
Thats a good boy right there.
We all owe him a steak. Both of them.
Here’s a direct link to the video:
I’ll up that to a 16-lb Prime Rib dinner.
Yeah I agree but I can get the same reaction from my pack after a two day trip away. Dogs are like that. Good for the handler to go get him.
I’m glad too see that these Dog handlers are able to adopt their pals upon retirement.That was something we were not able to do during my term in the service.
Good for he and his buddy.
“”I can get the same reaction from my pack after a two day trip away””
ppptttff, I get that after a ten minute trip to the mailbox.
I did have one exgirlfriend whose dog hated all men. It liked me though and after a year apart she ran up to me when I saw her. Something she does to nobody. They remember.
I’ll up the ante to going to the bathroom with the door closed.
And I know they are right there because all I hear over the vent fan is:
SSSSSSSSNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF! under the door the whole time I’m in there.
The little one stands between my legs when I wizz. The big ones watching from the doorway.
If the door is shut, the same thing you here. Sniff sniff, scratch scratch.
For cripes sake I am just using the toilet like I do half dozen times everyday. I will be out in 5 minutes. I am not doing anything important. You are not missing anything. I am not going to stay in here forever.
BUT!, BUT!, BUT! We might miss something...
They just use Me (food/water/outside/back inside/treats) while Mama is gone, She gets home and I don’t exist.
I always wonder if they think, I get in trouble for peeing on the floor and he gets to pee in my water bowl.
My dad visited one year, and while here would walk my yellow lab a couple times a day. He came again the next year, and the lab was pestering him for a walk before he even sat down in the house. He was a smart boy though...
The girl was a psycho.
You gotta love a retired military guy who still wears a high and tight. If my hair even gets close to 3/4 inch I feel the need to go to the barber.
I head to the bathroom mirror with my clippers.