February 26, 2014
Jack’s still here. More than 14 years since my wife picked him out, the shivering runt of the litter, in Evansville, Indiana. Since then Jack has lived in California and in Brazil. Jack is a dog well traveled.
I’m writing of Jack to stop the trend of feeling I need to write about my dogs when they die. I’ve done it before for Max and Duchess. I don’t want to do that any more. Especially for Jack. Because Jack is to be remembered for living.
I met Jack when he was two, and would joke with my wife that he would either lead a long life or die in some horrible way. Because Jack loves all people. But hates all other dogs. And isn’t all that fond of the limitations put on living things by physics. Jack – a Boston Terrier – has tried to attack two full-grown Great Danes. He fought Duchess – an Australian Shepherd twice his size – several times. Since he was about the age of five, Jack has been cut off from all other dogs.
Mind you, while Jack seeks to dominate all other dogs, his love of all humans and obedience is utterly pure. As my wife has said, Jack loves her, me, and then all other humans are tied for third. He has always been over-the-moon happy when around people and when receiving attention.
Jack was also blessed with unbelievable athleticism. In his prime he could jump over anything and run faster than the wind. His youth was spent in a jump with no clear plan of where he’d land.
Jack has always been our special dog. He’s not the sharpest of blades. This was even more noticeable when he was growing up with Max, who was an exceedingly intelligent little dog. Jack took years to house train. He destroyed three couches. He had energy enough to fuel six dogs. He was shockingly strong. And he was joyful in his madness.
And Jack’s still here, and acting like he wants to stick around awhile yet. Age has affected him as it must affect us all. Cataracts have taken most of his site, rendering his athleticism dormant. His hearing is shot. His sense of smell isn’t so great, either. He’s by no means decrepit, however. He still has a shocking amount of energy and will spend hours walking around the house, following whoever happens by him.
Jack’s life is one of shadows and routine now. He wakes up at the same time daily. He naps in the sun until he’s blazing hot, something he’s always loved. He enjoys his naps and comforts. He remains strong. Life has given him more savvy. He remains fearless. He is blissfully unaware that life has given him any disadvantages.
I’m petting Jack now. He’s happy and nappy and enjoying his life. And my wife and I are thrilled that Jack’s still here.
July 30, 2013
The world will never know how much goodness and how much love it has lost.
I took Duchess from the cradle to her final breath.
And she paid me back by loving me completely and protecting our family.
You’ll never know how much was lost when she had to go home.
But I know. And my heart will never stop breaking.
I miss you, Duchess. I always will. Thank you for being such a big part of my life.
February 2, 2013
January 8, 2013
August 21, 2012
Dogshaming is just cracking me up. Take a look for yourself.
August 8, 2012
And then the bunnies got big and the elephants got small and that was the beginning of the Apocalypse, son. Good night.
HT Matt Osborne
June 28, 2012
Bobby’s a bit conflicted. He hates getting a bath (banho) but he loves visiting dogs in the neighborhood named Mel & Melissa.
June 26, 2012
While many dogs have turned against Presidential nominee Mitt Romney for strapping his dog to the roof of the car during a road trip, there is a new breed of dog out there that will support Romney until the bitter end:
June 22, 2012
Keep attacking yourself until you eventually win.
June 13, 2012
I’m planning on spending the next couple months watching this non-stop.
June 4, 2012
May 31, 2012
… don’t look to the pugs for protection. They’ll be no help at all.
May 31, 2012
Fact: Everything in life is better if you add a duck.
May 4, 2012
And a restful weekend to you all.
March 21, 2012
They talk tough and all, but …