Jack

Meet Jack.

I went to the Macon Pound last Monday and got him, because try as I might, I found that I am incapable of living without a dog. If Jack is half the dog that Sparky was, he will be a very good dog. So far, he shows a lot of promise. Best guess is that he's about six months old as he's got all his adult teeth, but he still squats to pee rather than hiking a leg. I can't claim that he's 100% house broken because I'm keeping him crated during the day while I'm out and an eagle eye on him when we're home, but other than an accident the first night that was really my fault, he's gone outside to pee or poo since. He's sleeping on the bed with me at night and I've found no piles of love left overnight, so knock on wood, I think he's pretty much housebroken and I hope that I didn't just jinx myself. His days in the crate will last a while longer though as he shows no interest in chewing on the many toys he's got, but finds the side of the step stool or the extension cord irresistible. He is heart worm positive and we'll start treatment after he gets neutered Tuesday. So far he's been to Milledgeville and downtown Macon to dinner spots and sat nicely while I ate. He quickly figured out walking on a leash in a zig zaggy pattern and I'm happy enough with that, but we'll start working on less zig and zag soon. I'm doing a lot of fancy footwork to keep from tripping over him. He also rides very well in the Tahoe. I call him Sparky at least five times a day and use the wrong pronoun constantly, but he doesn't seem to mind.


When I took him to the vet's last Tuesday, all the vet techs and support staff came to meet him and offer sympathy for Sparky, who they all adored. I took four pictures of Sparky for them to keep and they were thrilled to get them. My vet and I discussed at length everything that happened to her and he is devastated that she had such a bad reaction to the chemo drug. She was the 1 dog in a 1,000 to do so and he has beaten himself up over it, as have I, but there's no way to know ahead of time. She was one of his favorites and gone way too soon, but there is Jack to love on and he is fast to offer doggie kisses and enjoys sleeping on the floor while I read or watch TV in the evenings. I just have to have a dog.

PS I am finding the new Blogger to be a PITA for formatting.  It doesn't like individual paragraphs, but now that I am editing this entry, I've found a few more formatting tools hidden away. WTH? Why would I want to write in one long paragraph? Did Blogger not go to grammar school and learn proper composition? Gah. I will be so pleased if when I finish editing and post I discover that I now have paragraphs.  Thrilled even. Fingers crossed.