Jake

Jake was our first dog. We brought him home on September 2, 1995, which is the day that I turned 33 and also the day our nephew was born. From the first, we knew he was special.

The animal shelter told us that Jake was five years old, and he had been placed because his first family was moving to a place that didn't allow dogs. We were also told that he was a Mastiff-Rottweiler mix, and that he had a sense of humor.

The photo at right
was taken when my father threw a dog treat in the air. All that's missing are some toy soldiers and houses at Jake's feet -- he looks like The Attack of the 50-foot Dog

Jake went to a better place on July 17, 1998. We still miss him like crazy.