I found her trolling the internet, looking for someone from a warm climate to rescue her from Minnnesnowta. She was...oh, wait...wrong family member. *ahem*
It's the little gray and white furball in K's lap that is actually the one pulling the strings in our family now. His name is Jax, which means, as best we can tell, absolutely nothing. (But give me some time and I'll concoct an exotic story he can use to impress the ladies ;)
In the approximately six weeks since our Luke abruptly died we've both been in mourning. Hard as we try, dog people like us just cannot properly function without a dog nearby. It's been a miserable six weeks. That all changed on Friday when I stumbled across Jax in a SPCA rescue shelter in Plano.
Our previous dogs had all come from quality breeders because, well, we didn't know where else to look. There were breeders, and there were dog pounds, and that was it. The fact that our thoroughbred dogs came with the proper papers meant little to us as we weren't going to sell them or breed them anyway.
Now we've become more aware of all the
Jax is a mix, Miniature Schnauzer and Poodle. He's about two years old and is a bit scrawny at 14 pounds. I think we can get another couple of pounds on him and then he'll be juuuuuust right. He's almost freakishly good. He's already house trained, and sheds virtually none at all, as you would expect from either a Schnauzer or a Poodle.
He's already been fixed, has all his age appropriate shots, and is instant friends with everyone....us, other people young and old, and the other neighborhood dogs, too. Street noises, including fire trucks passing by on hot runs, and even vacuum cleaners don't faze him. He has the softest coat, and is a good strong walker. (He'll no doubt walk a few pounds off me, which is a good thing!)
I had planned to post a few other pics of Jax, but he won't sit still long enough to capture anything but a blur. He loves chasing tennis balls and playing with his squeaky toys. He eats and runs and plays enthusiastically, but can also turn it off and just sit and chill with us. He'll accept belly rubs until the cows come home. (For the record, so will I. Just sayin' :)
I'm hoping he's a football fan, as Saturday's this time of year will require him to share my attention with a couple of games on TV. I'm sure we'll work something out. ;)
Can you tell I'm pretty stoked abut the new kid? K is too. In fact, earlier she called for me, and there was a pregnant pause while she tried to remember my name. :)
All is well here now. And Luke, Emma, and Tara, just know that the new kid will NEVER replace you in my heart. You just have another brother now.
EDIT: Oh, did I mention he has ONE blue eye? It is the coolest thing! The vet said sometime dogs with one blue eye are deaf on that side, which if true, might explain his acceptance of noises that other dogs freak out over. All of which is just fine with me. :)