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We presently have the two dogs, one outside working dog and my
wife's inside house pet.
Jake, the outside dog, is a yellow lab looking sort of dog. We've had him
four, five, maybe six years. I call him a working dog, but he doesn't really
work at much. He guards my porch most of the time.
Jake was a drop off himself. Jake and his brother were abandoned at a local
welding shop when they were mere toddlers, just babies. Shop owner meant
to kill them that day.
So we took them both. The brother went to my cousins to live. Jake stayed here.
Jake had a bad leg. Right front was broken. He wasn't much good.
That was a long time ago. Leg healed. Now he just limps once in awhile. Great pet.
Not a mean bone in his body. But he can't fight at all. Doesn't know how, and that leg
seems to bother him at times. So he likes to ride the gold cart with me, and insists in
coming inside when it storms. Other than that, he's a working dog. Lets me know if
someones trying to steal his porch, things like that.
I've seen him and the chickens eating out of the same bowl at the same time....Rabbits
don't scare Jake at all.
He isn't much, but he's my buddy. Nobody hurts Jake, nobody gets to bother Jake.
Now this little Jack Russel in my house...if it wasn't for my daughter really, there would be
no inside dogs here. But they seem to like her. Missy, that's her name, came from a doggy store.
My wife wanted her, so I hung my head and paid up.
I don't like her. I don't like dogs in my house. But she belongs to my wife. So Missy is safe from
my wrath. Taken care of, she is. Pampered. House dog without the slightest sign of a brain.
Let her outside, she runs off like a bullet. And guess who has to go look for her? Not my wife.
So it's me. Missy thinks she needs a walk a few times a day. Silly dog.
But these are our dogs. Both of them. Fed, cared for.
If the day comes when I no longer want these dogs, I'll deal with it. But mean while, they are
my dogs, and mine to take care of.
Spook
wife's inside house pet.
Jake, the outside dog, is a yellow lab looking sort of dog. We've had him
four, five, maybe six years. I call him a working dog, but he doesn't really
work at much. He guards my porch most of the time.
Jake was a drop off himself. Jake and his brother were abandoned at a local
welding shop when they were mere toddlers, just babies. Shop owner meant
to kill them that day.
So we took them both. The brother went to my cousins to live. Jake stayed here.
Jake had a bad leg. Right front was broken. He wasn't much good.
That was a long time ago. Leg healed. Now he just limps once in awhile. Great pet.
Not a mean bone in his body. But he can't fight at all. Doesn't know how, and that leg
seems to bother him at times. So he likes to ride the gold cart with me, and insists in
coming inside when it storms. Other than that, he's a working dog. Lets me know if
someones trying to steal his porch, things like that.
I've seen him and the chickens eating out of the same bowl at the same time....Rabbits
don't scare Jake at all.
He isn't much, but he's my buddy. Nobody hurts Jake, nobody gets to bother Jake.
Now this little Jack Russel in my house...if it wasn't for my daughter really, there would be
no inside dogs here. But they seem to like her. Missy, that's her name, came from a doggy store.
My wife wanted her, so I hung my head and paid up.
I don't like her. I don't like dogs in my house. But she belongs to my wife. So Missy is safe from
my wrath. Taken care of, she is. Pampered. House dog without the slightest sign of a brain.
Let her outside, she runs off like a bullet. And guess who has to go look for her? Not my wife.
So it's me. Missy thinks she needs a walk a few times a day. Silly dog.
But these are our dogs. Both of them. Fed, cared for.
If the day comes when I no longer want these dogs, I'll deal with it. But mean while, they are
my dogs, and mine to take care of.
Spook