Jack was born on September 9, 2000, In Big Bear Lake underneath Kerri's bed. His mamma, Kaysie (the fastest dog I've ever known - jumped a 6-foot fence after we moved to Santa Rosa and we never saw her again), had him along with 5 other pups, which we gave away. We chose to keep Jack because he was the most mellow of all the pups. And for the first two years of his life, he never knew a leash, as we lived on a dirt road where all the neighbors let their dogs run free and play together.
After we moved to Santa Rosa, he had to be taught how to walk with a leash. One of my favorite memories is spending about 2 weeks training him. He hated it! Wanted to be free! Truly, it freaked him out. with every step I took, he'd jet between my legs and stop. I'd pull him out from under me, take another step, and he'd jump right between my steps again. But I didn't give up on him, and eventually, he got used to the new ways of doing things.
He loved natural water ways, especially the stream near our house in Santa Rosa. When the ducks were there, he'd leap in and swim around until he realized all the ducks had flown off. And though he wasn't as fast as his mamma, he loved to run as fast as he could to wherever he was headed.
We'll miss our best buddy. Ryder (our 2-yr-old German Shepherd) still believes Jack is off on a long walk somewhere. Which, depending on one's dog-ology, might just be true.
So long, buddy. Indeed you were "fam's best friend."
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