DOGS ARE FAMILY
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Over the last few decades, there has been public outcry over different breed dogs. Dobermans, Chows, Rottweilers, German Shepherd naming just a few. Currently, the breed of choice is the Pitbull. In my opinion is that any dog can be a love bug or aggressive depending on the person that owns them. How they are trained or treated. Also, there is a big difference in dogs between an aggressive dog and a protective dog.
Now comes Jake. After my wife lost her Newfoundland, even though she got a replacement dog, she kept an eye out for another Newfoundland. One weekend we were heading to Tucson, she found a Newfie available at the Humane Society of Tucson. So, we made a stop at their facility to look at the Newfie. When we got there, we found out that the Newfie was no longer there. Since we were there anyway, we decided to go back and look at what they had on hand. I was looking since I recently lost Einstein after almost having him for sixteen years.
As we wandered through the facility, we saw several dogs that showed some interest, but none hit that special place in my heart. A true dog lover understands that feeling. As we were leaving the cage area, I spotted a nose sticking out from behind the exit door. I pulled the door forward and spotted Jake. Jake was a white and tan pit about thirty pounds. As soon as our eyes met, we knew we were made for each other. We took him out in the meet and greet yard to see how he was going to respond. He attached himself to me immediately. Jake understood most of the basic commands and I could hold his attention easily.
After a little discussion, my wife and I decided to take him. We went in and filled out the forms for the adoption. The employee asked for some identification I gave him my driver’s license. His eyebrows raised as he noticed I had a New Mexico residence. This was at the time we had our little ranch in the middle of western nowhere New Mexico. My wife leaned over and whispered in my ear that they weren`t going to let us have him. I replied no worries we aren’t done yet.
You could see in his eyes that he was considering denying us the adoption. As he started to stutter, I said that he should go check the records on my name. After he gave us a deer in the headlight look, he got up and went back in the office. A few minutes later he comes out with a big smile, finished up the paperwork collected our check and we were out the door with our new family member Jake.
After we were in the truck, the wife asked what he found out in the office. I told her that he found out that I had two previous adoptions both of which were dogs that had been returned multiple times to the Humane Society and considered unadoptable. Going back to my original statement it`s not the dog it is the owner or environment that decides on the temperament of the dog. Also, he found out that I donated money to them every month for 28 years.
On our four-hour drive home, it became clear he was going to be a real snuggler. He quickly adapted to his new home. First thing he learned was that Shadow our black lab was twice as big as he was, and she ran the house period. Secondly, it took about a week before he knows that he did not need to gobble his food because his food bowl would never be empty. I believe in open feeding. He also learned not to get in Shadow`s food bowl.
Jake was definitely a lover not a fighter .We would joke about that if anyone would break into our house, Jake would greet them, lick them, ask them what they were looking for, take them to it and offer to carry it out for them.
He was always good for a laugh with his easy-going disposition. Had the longest tongue I had ever seen in hi size of dog. He used it in excess, by making sure you got a complete bath. Unfortunately, we only had Jake for about four years. He developed cancer and died at about seven years of age. (The Humane Society and our vet both guessed his approximate age.)
I believe he had a very rough start if life, but we gave him a good life after coming to our home. I know he gave us a lot of laughs, love and enjoyment.