Jake is one of my rescue dogs. It didn't take me long to figure out why this splendid one year old pug was left at the pound. Let's just say that Jake is a "pissing wonder." Yup - Jake single-handedly (paw-edly?) destroyed our cloth-covered furniture in the den and the carpet throughout our house. There isn't enough Nature's Miracle® to fend off the effects of Jake. Yes, there were countless times when I thought about tossing him back into the pound - but I'm in the rescuing business and they can't all be gems.
But Jake does have some redeeming qualities. He loves me and that's redeeming enough. If Jake wasn't already named Jake, I would've named him Velcro. This guy is a regular barnacle - yeah, I could've named him that, too. Actually, Jake's full name is now Jake Yerbouti (homage to Zappa). I also call him Jumpin' Jake and other things that aren't appropriate in mixed company. Actually, Jake is right at my feet as I'm typing this - a rare event since he's always either standing against my chair or already on my lap.
Jake just can't sit on your lap. No. He has to stand with his paws on your shoulder and look directly into your face. From this position it's easy for him to play snake and lash his tongue at you like an anteater. But, don't tell him to "sit." No, he just gets more agitated. I wonder how he was raised. His original owner was probably an evil person who trained him to pee in the house, jump around when told to sit, and was utterly tortured at feeding time.
Jake has been with us now for almost three years now. He's calmed down a little bit (and I do mean a little bit) and he seems to have gotten with the program regarding his peeing. He's my boy and I love him. But, with all of the other pugs we have running around here, there's bound to be an occassional accident. And when there is one, it's real easy to blame Jake.
