Meet Jake

Tuesday, in our usual impetuous style, we brought Jake home.

Megan and I have been talking about a new furry friend for a good long time. It’s  been almost 4 months since we had to say goodby to George, and we’ve been taunting each other with puppy photos for the last few weeks.

Jake’s name, given by the shelter staff, was Pie. He’d been there since March, but hadn’t really taken to his name. Small window of opportunity for us to teach him Pie or change his name, and I was out numbered. Jake it is.

He was living at Table Mountain Animal Shelter, and we’d seen him on the website, and decided it was time for a visit.  The shelter services a lot of the surrounding cities and towns, including the one where Megan works.

There were some cute kittens in the lobby in a cage – seriously, anything that weighs 3lbs and is soft is cute. Even the funny looking ones.

We signed in as visitors and went back to find Pie. He was curled up, looking woefully up at us through the bars of his cage. We asked to see him in a visiting room.

Unlike many of the surrounding counties, both the one in which we currently live and the one we are moving to do NOT have breed restrictions. Pie is a pitbul. I think he’s a mix. I’m no dog expert though. He’s much less squatty than George was… he sort of looks a bit like a lab.

We spent some time with Pie in a visiting room and decided we wanted him to come home to live with us.

After some paperwork and a microchip implantation, we were on our way! Pie did a good job in the back of Meg’s SUV, no peeing or freaking out.

We got home, and he immediately peed and shit in the house. Good stuff.

After a bath, we had a nice long walk, and attempted to dissuade him from chewing through his leash.

Bedtime was a bit of a challenge; he  just didn’t understand why he couldn’t sleep in the bed with us.

Drifting off to sleep, we decided on a name change. Jake.

Welcome home, Jake!