Hi-Jack

Recently got a new puppy. I know, I know, I did not need another dog, but I've spent the eight years since we lost our Lily looking for the same mix. Lily was the most joyous dog I've ever know, stubborn, loving, smart and very, very happy. I know quite well that you cannot replace a dog. They are all one of a kind, but I had hoped to find the same mix again and maybe get a similar temperment. She was amish raised and so was very well exposed to children and I also wanted that. I saw an add, lab/rottweiler, so I went to look. Great pups, all male, so I wouldn't compare one too much to Lily, but they wanted money for the pups. It wasn't much but more than I had, which was zero, so I returned home without a pup, but they called me an hour later and made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Free. My pup had jumped up from the pile of his brothers and come straight to me. When I picked him up I just knew his name was Jack. On my return home I introduced him to Brian who said dryly, "Really Mom? Jack?. You going to yell at him to get off the furniture? Jack ..ff?" What! Brian ruined his name, but this pup was Jack. I tried Jake but it just wasn't him. He is Jack, but there are so many things that go with Jack. If I say Hi, Jack while outside will people think I am trying to steal their car? Give it a try yourself, Jack goes with many things, but it is really wierd now to call my dog gang into the house after they have been playing outside. I open the door and call, Frisbee, Aimee, BellPepperJack!