Jake was my family’s mutt. There’s some yellow lab there aand I’m not sure what else. I sometimes joke that Jake was the son my father never had.
When I was sixteen, we picked him up from a rather eccentric vet who later lost his practice due to drug abuse. Jake was out in a field along with a horse. The horse flies nibbled away at the hair on his ears and it took a good while after we took him in for the hair to grow back. Up until we got him our family were devoted cat people, but after Jake my parents were all about dogs.
Jake was a very hyper dog. When we took him home, he jumped out of the car and ran around the block a few times. He then jumped into a neighbor’s fish pond from which he could not get out of. When we pulled him out and let him inside the house, he jumped over the couch instead of going around it. It was a tough couple of days.
But later he became part of the family. I could tell a lot of jokes about my parents’ undying devotion to this dog, but I’ll save that for a book if I ever write one. They are rather cut up about his passing just yesterday. So here’s a tribute to Jake. This picture is from last year.