I have a dog named Jack... and just about every day I tell one of my sisters or my roommates some of the most amusing stories, even as I type them I am crack up. Now I will just share the love instead of through some attempt at creative one-liners on a g-chat status message.
Why is Jack named Jack?
To this I have several answers. But, to answer this question fully, I will start from the beginning.
When it came to deciding what dog to pick, I decided if I must have a small dog (I am a huge fan of the large 70+ pound dogs but I just can't quite take care of one like that at this time in my life) it had to have a BIG personality. So my parents and I sat at the breeder to analyze several gorgeous puppies. The last thing I wanted was a male, and certainly not a girly looking white male. But the biggest priority I had was to make sure I had the happiest, most loving, but slightly nuts dog. My mom saw him first. He was picked on a little but not quite the bitch of the breed, but friendly and loved being held by me. I could not help myself. He had the face of a teddy bear. He had to be mine.
As I took him away the breeder said "bye fatso."
I have said this before and will say again. My dog is not fat. He's just a little big. I asked the vet to make sure...yes he is healthy.
Could be worse. She told my mom's dog that her puppy was ugly. (Lucy is absolutely not ugly!)
And then the week-long naming process began. It was a careful decision to ensure the name fit the personality. My dog is many things: he looks like a polar bear, he is absolutely fearless, demands attention, gets every girl to look at him because "he's sooooooo cute".
And then 24 came on. My roommates and I are obsessed with 24. It hit me. Jack can be named after Jack Bauer! In his first week, my whopping 2 pound dog was already helping my dad disarm our tv, jumping off couches, attempting to play with large dogs without hesitation, and (for a puppy) he could hold his pee for hours. (haven't you noticed jack bauer never pees?). It was perfect!
As Jack got bigger and more comfortable with his environment, we found new names for him.
Jack the Ripper: damn that teething era of his life. My shoes experienced the largest casualty.
Jack-ass: when you really just wanted to kill him for not letting you sleep or have a life
Jack-attack: when he's so hyper and happy and always in your face giving love
Jack in the box: he loved attacking cardboard boxes
It can go on...and on... and on...
Jack is almost a year old. Thank goodness he's grown out of most of his bad habits. But, I can guarantee you, I still have that fearless, crazy, dramatic puppy that is absolutely one of the highlights of my life.
May the stories begin.
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