That’s a picture of Jake The Naughty on the patio. He’s drooling while watching a kitten inside the house. So yes, those drip marks on the glass are what you think they are. I know.
Jake has his own Facebook page. He has a dozen or so Friends or Likers.
I don’t know how much longer we can keep him.
We don’t give up on people. When you’re a friend, you’re a friend forever.
When we took Jake into our home, I never thought I’d be considering taking him back to the pound.
He’s sweet natured. He wants to please. He’s (pretty) obedient.
But he’s very high energy and he’s a power chewer.
Jake has destroyed:
- 4 pairs of shoes
- 2 throw rugs
- 3 couch cushions
- 1 blanket
- countless plastic food bowls
- 2 softballs
- 1 golf ball
- several tug of war ropes
- 3 or 4 “indestructible” rubber chew toys
- 1 azalea bush and its plastic pot
- 1 garden hose
- assorted gardening pots
- a wood border around the herb garden in the back
- 2 kittens
- 1 squirrel
- a garbage can full of newspapers, books, fliers, and brochures
The list could go on and on.
I don’t know how much more our home and furnishings can take. Our decor went from shabby chic to ghetto.
When do you say goodbye to a relationship that you have no hope of ever getting better? I hope Jake grows out of the chewing thing. He’s over a year and a half old. If I knew it would only be six more months or a year or whatever, I’d be more inclined. But I can’t turn my back on him for even a minute.
If I knew for sure there was a good home out there just waiting for him, I’d take him to his new family in an instant. But I feel like we committed to give him a home and I can’t sentence him to death.
But this has to stop. I can’t afford to refurnish a whole house just because we have an incorrigible dog.