Just a little fun for you on this autumn Friday! Getting some serious Lisa Frank vibes from this. 😀
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Did you know?
I have a black lab/ Australian Shepherd bitch named Jake (bet you can easily guess why! :D).
She was born August 1st, 2010. Even though this makes her nearly 70 years old, she still acts like a puppy most of the time. Sleeping, eating whatever she can get her snout on, begging for pets and scratches, and generally making my life a tornado of misery as only lab mixes can! 😀
My husband, on the other hand, seems to actually like Jake (for whatever odd reason) and spoils her to no end. It’s like a favorite pastime of his.
Every year, Jake gets more and more gray in her mostly black coat. And her penchant for napping gets stronger. At this point, Jake is somewhere around the 30th pet that I’ve cared for in some capacity or owned, but she was my first real pet of my own.
I picked her out of a teaming cloud of puppies barely three months old in Bullitt County, Kentucky. All the girls were black with touches of white. All the boys were white with gray patches lined with silver. As much as I admired the male coats, I had to stick with the color I love above all others!
A shoe box, handshake, and heartworm medication dose later, I was riding in the back of my mother’s car, her then-boyfriend driving, and taking the little bundle of piddle home with me.
She was blessedly quite and subdued at first, as any dog would be, I suppose. But it wasn’t long before she was trying to eat shoes and paint my carpets with various bodily secretions.
I can’t say I miss the puppy days much, but they’re kind of back again. Just a little more subtle this time. The accidents aren’t as frequent, but take place more often than in her adult years. She sleeps a lot. But I hope that’s because we’ve cared for her well and she’s lived a good long life. She’s learned not to be so chew-happy or unnecessarily noisy (strangers on the property still get the Cujo treatment!). All that’s great. It means she’s learned and grown.
And I think that, in caring for her, we have, too.
Here’s hoping we see a few more good years with the old pup! ♥