We have a good dog. A great dog. He was our first born, yet he's often the one who is neglected now a days. He's walked a little less, left home alone a little more but is still a beloved member of our family.
We found Jake as a little puppy, the runt of his litter, sickly with kennel cough and a skin issue and we instantly knew that he was the dog for us. Thankfully the shelter was near a Petsmart, so we made a mad dash to the store and bought every possible piece of dog paraphernalia that we could find. We were ready. He was a great trial run for kids.
He has always been a great dog - a crazy, energetic puppy who has grown into a greying, mellow middle-ager. A sweet dog who is always gentle around the kids. He loves them too.
I'm not totally sure what prompted me to write a post about Jake, but I think it's because one night as I was heading up to bed, this is what I found...
There he lies, in between the two closed doors of my sleeping little loves. Keeping them safe.
Before the kids were born, Jake always slept in our room, but now he moves from spot to spot upstairs so that he is near us all. He is a good dog. I feel safer with him around.
The biggest kid