Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Thinking Back About Jack #1
Don’t know why he popped in my mind today, but he did. Jack...he was a big, old lug. He’s not what we wanted. He’s not what we expected. He’s not what we went for. So, what went wrong and how did he end up coming home with us? I think it went something like this. A few years ago my wife and I thought that it would be a good thing to get our 14 year old Bichon, Casey, (small, white, fluffball dog for those of you that may not know) a buddy. See, with both of us working, she’d been home alone a lot and we thought a companion would be a really good thing. So, we headed off to the annual Adopt-a-Pet weekend at the zoo. We were going to adopt a small, well mannered, housebroken, non-shedding, small pooping friend for Casey. We came home with Jack. A big, collie colored, long haired, old guy with a bad hip...and the gentlest eyes you’ve ever seen. See, when the Humane Society lady heard our story and our plan, she asked my wife if we would consider a senior dog. She said she had one that was a real sweetheart, but was probably too old and lame to find a home. So, we were introduced to Jack. One look and...well...forget our small, well mannered, housebroken, non-shedding plans. This old guy was coming home with us. And after getting to know each other Casey and Jack became Buds. We didn’t get to have Jack and Casey around for a whole lot longer, but every day we did…was a little bit brighter.