REQUIEM FOR A JUNKYARD DOG--
Bill Dierker doesn't lock up at night. Which at first might seem odd. After
all, Dierker's garage-British Automotive Specialists in Peoria, IL-is in the
middle of the mofo 'hood, a rusty and decomposing landscape of scrap yards, rail
yards, and factories so squalid it's practically radioactive. Dierker's
160-by-160 foot lot, surrounded by chain link fence, is equidistant from three
housing projects-"in the heart of the wine country," he says. On a clear day you
can hear the gunfire.
And yet he fears no evil. For Dierker has Ned, the biggest, baddest
junkyard dog in the valley. If not the world.
Understand, the AKC doesn't register the breed-Canis Rust-oleum, perhaps?
-so it's hard to be definitive, but if Ned is only runner-up, we don't want
to meet the winner. Weighing a girthy and ill-tempered 251 pounds, Ned is a
mixed breed of Great Dane, Saint Bernard and Buick.
His veterinarian, Dr. Scott Demanes, describes Ned's head as the size of
a "microwave oven."
Now a ripe old 14 years-very ripe by all accounts-Ned is gray in the
muzzle, overweight, with a touch of arthritis. He has lost a couple of steps on
his hole shot toward the fence. "We use him mainly as a deterrent," says
Dierker. "He doesn't have to do much but growl."
As the "Director of Security Operations," Ned leaves most of the chasing
and barking to the six younger dogs under him. They include an epileptic Irish
setter named Fitz and a Chinese Shar-Pei-English bulldog mix named God Is She
Ugly. When not prompting involuntary bowel evacuations on the part of
startled passersby, the dogs hang out in Ned's private office, the only heated and
air-conditioned room in the garage.
But woe betide the burglar who underestimates Ned, says Dr. Dave Harvey,
an emergency-medicine physician who is friends with Dierker. "I've seen Ned
get angry, and it's quite impressive. He takes his guard-dog duties very
seriously."
Ned's legend began 12 years ago at another junkyard after he badly
damaged an employee there. The victim, a prisoner working on a furlough program, had
been spitefully spraying Ned with a water hose. "Ned hates to be sprayed with
water," Dierker notes absolvingly. Ned backed up into his doghouse until the
offending trustee got within striking distance. Then Ned charged him and
nearly bit his arm off.
"Ned broke both the bones-the radius and the ulna-in the guy's arm and
did all this nerve damage," Dierker recalls. The prisoner had to have his arm
put back together with metal plates. In 16 years of trauma medicine, Dr. Harvey
has never seen a major "crush injury" from a dog bite.
Bad dog! Down, boy!
That junkyard went out of business, and Dierker inherited Ned, along with
a doghouse, some tools and a rusty '79 Toyota. "All's gone by the wayside but
Ned," says Dierker.
Since then, Ned has faithfully earned his keep, watching over a yard that
at the moment hosts three MG TDs, a Mini Cooper S, a Morris Minor station
wagon, and a Triumph Herald. Dierker's private collection includes an Austin
Cambridge and a Triumph Mayflower-"cars that if they're kept very nice, and very
clean, in many years will still be worth absolutely nothing," Dierker notes.
And yet Ned guards everything as though it were a vintage Bentley. Among
his more notable-ahem-collars was the interloper he treed on top of a Jaguar
XJS. "Ned tried so hard to get at him, we had to repaint the entire car," says
Dierker. More recently, a burglar trying to break in the back door turned to
see Ned and his security team zeroing in on his groin area. The perp ran
through the chain-link gate, breaking it off its hinges.
For the most part, though, crack-enhanced entrepreneurs give Ned a wide
berth in this city where he has achieved near mythic status-with a little help
from his friends. Dr. Harvey, having treated a man whose hand was blown off by
a pipe bomb, brought a picture of the mangled limb to Dierker's garage, where
it was posted near the door with a sign indicating it was Ned's work. Local
police contributed to the story. In their version, Ned's jaws were locked on
the victim's hand, and it took three cans of Mace to get him off. That sort of
thing gets around.
Ned enjoys considerable perks of canine celebrity. A local grocer brings
him gallons of ice cream, the butcher shop brings along weekly allotments of
raw meat and rib bones. The cops bring him chili dogs. The Goodwill thrift shop
brings him couches, one of which he eats through every two months.
"From a veterinary standpoint," says Dr. Demanes, "his diet is pretty
scary."
In the midst of a late-life voluptuousness worthy of Jake LaMotta-who
also ate couches-Ned cannot last much longer. In fact, to get him to the vet's,
Dierker now has to borrow Dr. Harvey's 1970 Citroën "safari" station wagon,
because Ned can't jump into a truck, and no one's about to try to lift him. "I
let the suspension on the Citroën bottom out and then put out a ramp for him to
walk up on."
Ned is one chili-dog-induced infarction away from eternity.
Bill Dierker will miss him. But Ned's protégé is waiting in the wings. A
cross between a Rottweiler and a hydrophobic rat, this dog got his name when
he attacked the otherwise harmless Thievin' Gene, who had come to the garage to
sell a stolen battery. Gene, trying to run and still carry the battery, the
dog hanging off his pantleg, kept screaming, "Do he bite?! Do he bite?! Do he
bite?!"
So, naturally, Dierker named him Dewey.
-End-
Bill Kenyon
Global Centre Consulting
3336 Birmingham Drive
Fort Collins, CO 80526
Tel: 970.207.9586 New Cell: 970.980.6373
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