Meeting Jack
The name is Jack, Handsome Jack, and I like my kibble shaken, not stirred. I feel obligated to share a few of the aliases I go by. There is Smiling Jack, Jack-a-roo, Jack-s-Doodle, Cracker Jack, Jackson and when I misbehave, I’m called Damnit Jack.
I am an American Brittany, which is another way of saying the best bird dog in the world. Not bragging here, just telling it as it is. I have a high energy level, and if I’m not allowed to stay active, I can damage what you prize most. I’m hard-headed, don’t mind unless you get my attention, and I possess the broadest range of sounds capable of a dog.
The reason I’m sharing this is to let you know I am Kwen’s new best friend. We met like many couples do in this age of technology, on a dating site. It was an interspecies dating site, but you’d call it the American Brittany Rescue Homepage. My original family and I didn’t get along, so they surrendered me to the organization. I lived in a foster home for a few months, and then Kwen and I met. He needed a new friend, as he had just lost his Peanut, and I needed a new home. It was a perfect match.
My job is to make sure Kwen gets out from behind his desk every so often. I swear he would be there all day in his imaginary worlds. And, I get to share information about animal rescue organizations and shelters. I hope you’ll follow me and like and share my posts. Humans were given dominion over the world, so that means you have a responsibility to care for me, my kind and all other animals.
I know you can’t see it in my photo but consider my tail wagging. Glad to meet you.
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