Hi Friends, furry and otherwise! I want to thank all of you for reading my first blog post on Daniel’s web page. I hope you’ll continue to enjoy following my story.
My favorite sentence is, “Jake, you’re such a good boy.” My mom says that a lot. I always try hard to live up to her praise. But things weren’t always this way.
The young man who had adopted me called me Rudy. But he didn’t have much time for me because his work kept him away for many long hours. I was lonely and I needed something to do while he was gone. He didn’t leave me chew toys, so I kind of invented my own. He said I was ruining his house and all his things and he couldn’t keep replacing what I destroyed. I don’t think he understood how to help me be good. If he’d bought me a few toys, it would have been cheaper, and I would have been a good boy. He decided I was just too much trouble for his busy life.
Back I went to the dog warden. She and the humane society people who helped her with dogs didn’t want me to stay in the cold barn that was used as the dog pound. So I stayed at her house while everyone tried to find me a forever home. Again. I had lots of dog companions there of every shape and size. It was fun playing with them and we had plenty of toys! I didn’t mind sharing, but I knew that this wasn’t my home and I couldn’t stay forever. Somebody out there would see what a great dog I was. Wouldn’t they? But as many days passed, my ears drooped more and more in sadness as I wondered if it would ever happen.