I managed to get out with the dogs for about an hour today. I wish there was a dog park in walking distance. I do wonder if Jack would get along with some if the community dogs, however.
This is Jack. As you can tell he is a Boxer. I fostering Jack for Big Dogs Rescue.
Jack’s story is pretty infuriating. He lives with his precious family for 8 years. They bring home a little yippee dog, fuzzy, small, quick, and he sees it as prey. So, off Jack goes to a kill shelter.
As an intact (read: not neutered) adult male dog, Jack occasionally sought female company. He learned some pretty nifty tricks to gain freedom long enough for a visit. So, his first foster family didn’t work out.
His second foster family had to leave him in the garage while they went to work. Jack wasn’t crate trained. Being left alone upset him and he started tearing stuff up.
Since I work from home most days, I brought Jack to my home. He was neutered. We work on crate training almost every day. He can now rest up to five hours in a crate.
We walk up to two miles a trip several times a week. This keeps him calmer, and helps keep his weight in check. He does pretty well on leash. He is good with my niece’s two young kids, ages seven and four.
This good boy needs a forever home. Our place is too small for two Boxers and their stuff. If you would consider adopting Jack, contact Big Dogs Reacue.
Just want to share this photo.
Yesterday, Gracie and I basically loafed around. The cat woke me around 3 AM and I never got back to sleep. Bless her heart, Gracie didn’t whine to go walking, so I took full advantage and sat at the PC to work. She snoozed most of the morning.
After lunch, I tried to nap on the couch. That’s where this photo came from. Gracie slept well, I did not. We did play with the football in the back yard a good bit, so there was no evening walk either. This morning it was back to the current routine.