Jacqueline Mitchard posted today about her Saint Bernard puppy, who is quite, quite adorable. (Seriously, go look at the photo.) What is it about writers and their animals? I am ashamed to say that I sometimes forget to carry photos of my children, but there is always a photo of Jack on my cell phone.
Jack, who is too afraid to go to doggie day care and shivers over lightning.
Jack who has never listened to a word anyone has to say except me. Sometimes.
Jack who bit the lawn boy (who had been warned not to come into the yard without asking me and did it anyway, thinking it would be okay).
Jack who shattered the living room window last New Year’s Eve when fireworks started going off and he had to find us NOW.
Jack who had to have knee surgery last month because he took a flying leap from the deck and demolished the joint.
Jack who sits beside my chair squeaking the toy of the day, which is cute for the first five minutes.
Miles brought me photos of Jack as a baby tonight, and looking at them, CR teased me about the release of the list of most trainable dogs. My old dog, April, was a border collie husky who really could practically speak English. A rancher with hands as withered as tree trunks once offered me a hundred dollars cash for her on the spot. Border Collies are the #1 most trainable dogs.
Chows are dead last. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t help a lot to have a chow mix.
But I didn’t know all that when he arrived at my door, barely five weeks old, a rescue from the interstate, where he’d been dumped. Even if I had, how could I ever have turned this baby away?
And he has stayed this cute. I mean, sometimes, you get a really smart dog. And sometimes, you get one that just loves you to pieces. Since Jack showed up five weeks to the day after I split with my ex-husband, I’m pretty sure there was Divine Order in place. Jack came to love me, and you know, he’s really good at that.