Jake, aka Mountain Dog …
1992 – 4/28/2006
He came out of the cold of the mountains that Dec 23rd day in 1992 to our doorstep.
We thought he was from the neighborhood since we recently moved full time to the foothills.
We didn’t feed him … I wanted him to go back to his own home … but the next morning he
was still there. I relented and put some food in a bowl, and he dropped down and wrapped
his paws around the bowl to eat. I couldn’t turn him away … He was limping and had so many
ticks on him that it was as if they were living on top of each other. “ Condo ticks “… We put
up flyers in a 20 mile radius … we put an ad in the local paper… no one inquired about him.
He fell in love with Mobie, our Mantle Dane … followed her everywhere, even running after
the car when she left to go in the car to the Post Office.
The vet said he was young … probably 8-10 months old.
He had lived on his own for a while. We thought he fell out of the back of a pickup or maybe
hurt himself while living off the land. He was protective of anyone coming to our property.
But he was very afraid of gun fire. Living in the foothills we have many folks that will sight
in their rifles for hunting season. Maybe he was out with his owner and they were hunting
and he became frightened and ran away. Either way, he would look for cover at the first hint
of distant gunfire … or thunder. The last years of his life the flash of a camera would send
him heading for the darkest corner of the crate because although he couldn’t hear he ‘knew’
that where there was lightening there was thunder.
He was cunning. He could kill a skunk without getting sprayed … and did so 5 times.
We nicknamed him Mountain Dog because that name fit him. We also called him Jakester …
He loved going for our walk in the morning down the hill to pick up the paper. He loved to
travel with us in the RV, but as the years gained on him, it was harder to get up those steps.
He spent nights outside on the enclosed covered deck but would sneak in through the dog-door
to sleep in the living room. He was our furry fur-kid and a ‘pig-pen’ with all his hair.
As life goes on, payback is always repaid. For all the torment he gave Mobie, he was repaid in
full with Skye as a puppy growing up … then with Sailor …
And a month and a day after Skye left us, Jake also went to play with her and his first love Mobie …
Enjoy … and wait for us to catch up with you … we love you Mountain Dog … you are missed so
much … give Mobie and Skye hugs for us.
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