He Hit the "Jackpot"

"As of a month ago, I had four dogs, with no intention of getting a fifth. All four are rescues in one form or another. A friend of mine went to an area shelter and adopted a dog, and, while she was there, she saw a Dachshund, identified by the shelter as being 11 years old. He ('Charlie') had been picked up as a stray by a kind lady two months prior to his coming to the shelter. He had no ID, but she tried for a month to find the owner -- ads in the paper, etc. Unable to find the owner, being elderly herself, and feeling she couldn't give him the care he deserved, she brought him to the shelter. They, in turn, also tried to find the owner through lost/found agencies, etc., all to no avail. Charlie had been at their shelter for a month when I saw him. No one had called about him as being their lost dog, and no one was interested in him due to his old age. So for 60 days (at least) this elderly Dachshund had no real home. My friend talked me into going to 'just look' at this fella, and, once I did, there was no way I could resist taking him home. He has turned out to be a GREAT dog! You'd never guess he was old because he is so obsessed with toys. He carries his toy through the doggie door -- even has a toy in his mouth when he pees. He especially loves the squeaky toys. When I come home from work and put the key in the door, I hear four barks and one squeak. I re-named him "Jackpot" because he hit the jackpot coming into this household. He may not have that many years left, but at least they will be happy ones." Contributed by Diane Combs, Dallas, TX. January 2002.


Jaeger -- Sent by Max & Rommie

"Jaeger came into our family a short time after we had lost both our dogs within ten months. The house was clean and void of dog hair; the gates were down; my doggy kisses were gone, and I couldn't stand the silence and emptiness of a home without a dog in it. Our last German Shepherd Dog (GSD), Rommel, had spinal myelopathy, and we lost him at the very young age of seven after an almost-two-year battle. Our Maxie was a Lab/Shepherd/wolf mix. My husband Jerry insists that our 'boys' (Max & Rommie) sent us to save Jaeger. He was listed in the paper as a 'unique' purebred GSD for whom they had paid $1500. It was a wealthy neighborhood (million-dollar-plus homes on five acres of land). They had also bought his sister for $1,000 (they said she ran away).

"We went to see Jaeger...after looking at other dogs...and instantly fell in love. Somewhere in my mind, I thought that if I didn't get another puppy, I wouldn't get so attached. What a joke! When we got Jaeger, he was 20 months old. He had open sores around his neck where he apparently had been chained. When he jumped into my car (after Jerry had negotiated a price with his 'owner'), I told Jaeger that he had just hit the Doggie Lottery. He never looked back!

"He had been kept in a room off the kitchen in his previous life (I doubt he was allowed in the rest of the house) and, for the better part of a week, he laid by our kitchen door, which adjoins our garage. He didn't bark for days. For a while, I thought he was mute. Finally, one day he heard a dog barking from across the woods and he finally barked. We later found out that he had had no shots other than what the breeder gave him. He also had an umbilical hernia which had not been treated. Well, we got him up to date on his shots, had him neutered and had the hernia fixed. His front legs are very 'sensitive,' so I imagine that something happened to his front legs, also.

"Jaeger is a long coat, and it took me about three months to get his coat into shape. I actually had to cut out some tangled matted hair. It took me about nine months to get him not to snap at me when I groomed him. Of course, I knew this was a defensive snap. If he wanted to bite, I would have been bitten. Now, when I get out his grooming supplies, he just goes in the family room and lies down and waits for me. What a good boy!

"A year or two after we got Jaeger, other problems started to develop. He is now on three lifetime medications and is our 'special' furkid. Somehow I think God gives me the 'special' ones because he knows I will care for them with the same unconditional love that they give. Jaeger was 9 years old in August. He has given us so much joy and bestows many, many kisses upon us to let us know how much he appreciates what we do for him. He is, without a doubt, the smartest GSD that I have ever known. He had had obedience training before we got him and it only took about a week of leash training for him to learn that he could not go into Mommie's extensive flower gardens. Our vet just smiles, as he says that Jaeger is a 125 lb. labor of love and is in excellent shape. His pancreas does not work and most dogs with this type of problem (unless treated properly) weigh about 50-60 lbs. I have put in an application to be a volunteer for German Shepherd Rescue and don't think I would ever get another puppy. Everybody loves puppies, and they are easy to place, but when I see the older dogs who are up for adoption I think that this is what I shall do, hopefully far into the future, when my boy has to cross the Rainbow Bridge and meet all our previous furkids." Contributed by Marie (and Jaeger). January 2003.


Jake --13 Years Old -- Dignified, Loving, Loyal and "The Best"

"I rescued Jake from an abusive situation -- a home in which he had learned to be frightened of everyone and everything. It was worth the $60 it took to get him out of there. I brought him home to keep my other dog, Sacto, company, and he spent most of his days following Sacto like a 'kid-brother.' They became fast friends. Jake outlasted Sacto and was soon joined by another rescued dog, Reba. Now the tables were turned, and Jake became the 'older brother.' Jake was the kindest soul I have ever known. He was a dog with dignity, love and ultimate loyalty. He was never far from my side and a continual source of comfort through death, divorce, earthquakes and the like. For over two years, Jake suffered from spondelosis -- a degenerative athritic condition that caused him some discomfort, but which, thankfully, was alleviated by medication. However, last Friday, Jake was ready to cross the 'Rainbow Bridge.' As hard as that was for me, I knew I had to let him go -- with the same dignity and love he'd always given me. I miss you, Jake; we all do. I hope you have found peace in a place where you can walk again wthout pain and wait until that time I can join you. You were the best." Contributed by Debi Joyce. Shadow Hills, CA. April 1999


Jake, Age 8, Watched Baby "Noelle" as She Slept

Jake, with Noelle"Here's Jake at eight years old and my daughter Noelle at a year-and-a-half. For seven years, before Noelle was born, Jake was our 'baby.' The day we took Noelle home from the hospital, Jake greeted her with many careful and highly-interested sniffs, from her head to her toes. That night, after we put Noelle to bed in her new crib, we noticed that Jake had laid down underneath. It was the place he would sleep from that night on." Contributed by Margaret Bidegainberry, San Francisco, CA

 


Jake, Age 7 or 8, a Street Rescue, Is Now Like "Velcro"

"This is Jake. He found us on Sunday afternoon, April 19, 1998.  He was a complete a mess when he showed up.  He had very long fur, but it had knots and mats the size of baseballs, and he really smelled! He had apparently been wandering the neighborhood for quite a while. Everyone in the area chased him away and worse, except for us. We took him in and have never seen a dog become so attached so quickly. We've nicknamed him 'Velcro.' He is never more than two feet away and even follows behind me the whole time I am mowing the yard. His exact age is not known; the vet estimates it at around 7 or 8. " Contributed by David & Karen Kamp.


Big Jake Is Gentle as a Lamb

"I got Jake when he was 6 1/2 years old. It was the best thing I ever did. We were and are a perfect match. We've been together for two years now. When Jake came into my life, he was just starting to slow down. Two years later, he is having hip problems and isn't as playful anymore. I've had to start him on Rimadyl, and that seems to be helping. But, I do worry about his playing too hard and hurting himself. Jake is such a great dog. He's wonderful with kids and small dogs. Since he is such a large dog -- weighing 145 lbs. -- it's amazing how gentle he can be with small animals and children. He is protective of all the kids in the neighborhood, and when he meets a child for the first time, he knows he needs to be especially gentle and kind, so that the child won't be scared. Jake lies at my feet and sleeps next to my bed. He loves to ride in the car and have a good run around the yard. He is a people dog. When I leave for work in the morning, he looks so sad. We don't speak the same language, but we sure know how to meet each other's needs." Contributed by Jo Turcotte, Events Coordinator, Great Dane Assistance League, Inc. Colorado Springs, CO. March 2003.


Jakob Berman, Adopted at 12, Will Be "Bark Mitzvahed" at 13

"Jakob Berman came into our lives during Yom Kippur of 1999. He is a 12-year-old Border Collie we found at Berkeley Animal Control. One look into the wisdom and joy on the face of this skinny little man, and I had to take him home. Jakob is loved by me, two human housemates, five dog housemates, and one strong-willed Siamese queen cat. Jakob started out scrubby, shaved, and skinny. He now has gained a couple of pounds, a full coat of hair, and a bit of a following. Through some interesting circumstances, we found out that Jakob is really the sad outcome of divorce. We E-mail his old 'mommy,' but his former 'dad' married someone who didn't want Jakob or his 12-year-old Springer brother. (The Springer was rescued by Springer Rescue of Northern CA). Jakob is doing fabulously! He lives for adventure, comes to work with me at the humane society, walks dogs with my housemate, sleeps with my other housemate, and, twice a month, he visits senior citizens at a nursing home. The photo is of Jakob as Hannukah Harry, taken this past winter. He is going to have a 'Bark Mitzvah' this year when he turns 13." Contributed by Nann Dawn, Berkeley, CA. March 2000.

Update November 10, 2000: "Our dear Jakob Berman went to the Rainbow Bridge at noon today. We knew that, with his failing kidneys, he was on borrowed time a year ago when he came to me. Well, on strength of soul alone he went much farther than we expected. In this short year, he earned a Canine Good Citizen certificate, visited in nursing homes as a therapy dog, played with many puppies at the humane society and gave me more joy and love than I could imagine. We chose to euthanize him before he was critically ill. A blood work-up a week ago showed very serious organ failure. Jakob held on long enough for his Mom from years ago to fly in from the East Coast. She and I were there with him in the garden when the drug was injected. He is being cremated privately; part of him will fly off the Golden Gate Bridge and another part will be dispersed at his favorite field."


Jasmine, A "Wonderful" 9-Year Old, Adopted into Her Third and Permanent HomeJasmine

(Editor's note: Sometimes a dog isn't fully appreciated until connecting with the right human. Jasmine, a 9-year-old female Samoyed, had two homes before being adopted into her third and most definitely her permanent home.) According to the best authority on Jasmine's qualities: "She is a wonderful dog. I enjoy her very much. She is still very active and loves to go on long hikes." Contributed by Kristen Cartonio, South Portland, ME

 


Jasmine, a Tremendous Joy for 16 Years

"When I was 18 years old, my brother drove me to the local humane society to pick out a puppy. It was an easy decision: one scared little eight-week-old creature seemed to need more love than the rest. Now, 16 years later, I've had so many wonderful times sharing my life with 'Jasmine,' that I don't know where to begin. Overall, it has been a tremendous joy. She's always liked to go 'bye bye' in the car. She'll ride for hours absolutely contented. Among her favorite foods are ice cream, spagetti, and the milk at the bottom of my husband's cereal bowl that he shares with her every morning. She loves to look out the window and bark at passing dogs, running from room to room to follow them until they're out of sight. She was so spunky in her younger days! We live in France now, and, despite a difficult plane trip, Jasmine has adapted well to the French way of life. Dogs are allowed in most public places including restaurants. But her favorite place is the park, to which we go at least four or five times each day for a little stroll. She is deaf now, but she's made lots of canine friends in the park. People still mistake her for a puppy and are astonished when we tell them her age. We know we're very fortunate to have Jasmine, and we cherish every day we still have together. The photo was taken last July in the French Alps. Jasmine goes with us on vacations, too." Contributed by Daniel & Crystal Sleker, Mulhouse, France. (Update, January 28, 1999: "Jasmine took a turn for the worse last week and, despite our efforts and a very kind vet, we had to put her to sleep. She developed a kidney problem and just wasn't healthy and happy anymore. She'll will be cremated so that wherever our lives take us, she'll go with us, too.")


Jason, Adopted at 12, Is Now, at 15 Years Old, "a Gentle, Dignified Old Man"

"This is our 15-year-old Golden Retriever, Jason. We adopted him from Yankee Golden Retriever Rescue here in Massachusetts when he was 12. We were told that, prior to living with us, Jason had lived with four different owners. We still can't imagine why anyone would have given up such a sweet dog. When we decided to adopt an adult dog, we never expected to bring home a 12-year-old. But we fell in love with him when we met him, and we knew we could give an old dog a good home for the rest of his life. He adjusted to living with us -- and our two cats -- immediately. Three years later, he is still going strong despite his arthritis. People who meet him for the first time are amazed at his age. He loves to go for walks and rides in the car, and he lives to chase squirrels at his 'grandmother's' house. We cannot believe our good fortune to be loved by such a gentle and dignified old man. For anyone considering adopting a dog, please, please consider a senior! We cannot say enough about the virtues of adopting an older dog. Our experience with Jason has been so rewarding. It seems as though he has been a part of our family forever." Contributed by Todd and Toni LaPorte, Roslindale, MA (Update December 23, 1998 -- Jason went onto "the road ahead": "Jason's arthritis became so bad that despite his medication he could no longer stand. We knew he was on borrowed time when we adopted him, but, no matter how much you try to steel yourself, it is so very, very difficult to say goodbye.")


Jazzmine Learned to Find Her Way Home at Age 9

"Golden Retrievers are known for many wonderful qualities -- gentleness, a loving nature, an interest in retrieving balls, and, in most cases, an ability to find their way home. That's why we were so puzzled when we took our newly-adopted 8-year-old Golden, Jazzmine, on walks through our neighborhood and she seemed to have no idea of how to get back home. Even after she'd been with us for six months, she would still walk past our corner and continue on, oblivious to where our house was. When we went hiking on nature trails, she'd often go onto the wrong trail on the way back. She seemed to have no ability to retrace her steps. A few weeks ago, having had her with us for a little more than a year, we went on a hike, fully expecting to have to put her on her leash to lead her back. To our great surprise, Jazzie ran and pranced ahead of us, choosing all the right turnings in the path and leading us directly back to our car. Was it a fluke, we wondered? We decided to do a test by letting her lead the way back on a different hike the next week-end. Lo and behold! She did it again! Several hikes later, we realized that Jazzie's natural instincts are still intact. They probably hadn't been used in years, and, now that they've been given an opportunity to surface, they're blossoming. She seems able to find her way back from anywhere -- especially back to her food bowl and her new home, where she is greatly loved and cherished. " Contributed by TLG, San Francisco, CA. January 1999 (Photo by Charlene Cambell)


Jefferson -- An "Unadoptable" Yellow Lab Mix Who Gave Comfort at the World Trade Center

"At the shelter, they called him 'Survivor.' It was December of 1998, and he was a 10-year old Yellow Lab mix who had been brought in as a stray. His ribs and backbone showed through his thin body, his hindquarters were atrophied from arthritis, his kidneys were in terrible shape, and he was totally blind. He was a wonderful, lovable dog, but the kind of dog who is generally considered 'unadoptable' -- the kind of dog who is usually at the top of the list for euthanasia. For this dog, however, that was not going to happen. I met him at the shelter where I was volunteering, and I knew that I had to take him home. I didn't know why and I didn't know how I was going to manage, but home he came to be integrated into my household of teenagers, two other dogs and numerous cats. He became known as 'Jefferson.'

"It took some time, but with the proper diet and various treatments, Jefferson's kidneys improved and he put on weight. He got to know every inch of the house and yard and could navigate around beautifully. At the time, I was studying to become a Tellington Touch practitioner, and Jefferson came with me to all my classes. Linda Tellington-Jones used him as a demo dog in presentations she made to the public, and he appeared with her in a segment of the PBS series 'Pets: Part of the Family.' Jefferson has since worked with me in many TTouch workshops and has helped at Pet Adoption Fairs.

"In the fall of 2001, after the World Trade Center attack, I volunteered with the ASPCA at Pier 94, which was set up as the Family Assistance Center. This was where families of the victims came for help and information. The atmosphere was overwhelmingly emotional and stress levels were high. From the beginning, volunteers arrived with their therapy dogs to try to give comfort to the families and the rescue workers.

"From the moment we approached the Security area to get in, people wanted to pet Jefferson. He has a funny little head tilt that is a residual effect of an inner ear disease he had two years ago. That was a show stopper right there. Everyone thought Jefferson was cocking his head to look at them. Then I would tell them that Jefferson was blind and couldn't see them. They were in awe. I remember a young National Guardsman who petted Jefferson for a long time and talked about how much he missed his own dog and how happy he was to spend time with Jefferson. A rescue worker from Texas talked about how much Jefferson reminded him of his own dog and how much he missed him. Then he grinned and said, 'I guess I should miss my wife more than my dog.' A Red Cross worker saw Jefferson and me walking across the room and approached us slowly. I could see her coming towards us from an angle, sort of unsure of herself. When she finally got to us, she visibly took a big sigh and put her hand down to pet Jefferson. She said that she was very afraid of dogs, but when she saw Jefferson, she knew it would be all right to pet him. She seemed to genuinely draw strength from him and from the fact that she was able to overcome her fear. You could see her stress level coming down as she was able to let so many emotions go.

"One day a little girl came over, followed by a social worker, to where I was sitting with Jefferson. She sat down and started to pet him. We talked. She asked about Jefferson. She wanted very badly to have us go look for her brother. She seemed to sense that he needed to be with Jefferson. We walked around, followed by the social worker, but did not see her brother. A little while later she came back with him. He was very quiet. He sat down, but at first didn't seem too interested in Jefferson. His sister kept petting Jefferson, telling her brother about him, that he was blind and old. Finally, her brother reached over to pet him a little on the nose, then the top of the head. Still he was quiet for a while. Then he asked if Jefferson was really blind, if he could see at all. He wanted to know why Jefferson was there. I said that sometimes animals helped people to feel better, to make them smile. He thought about that for a few minutes. He asked me if I knew about the tall buildings that had collapsed. I said yes. Then he just began to talk about it -- the airplanes, the buildings, and the bad man who was responsible. He needed so much to talk and the whole time he kept petting Jefferson and looking at him, not at me. It was as if he needed to get it out, but he couldn't face a person. It might have made it too real. He could talk about it while he was petting the blind dog. The social worker looked amazed. I never did find out why that brother and sister were there, but it was obvious that Jefferson helped them.

"Many family members spent time with him and seemed to be able to relate to him, possibly because they could appreciate his weaknesses and the fact that he could still be there for them. Jefferson made many people at Pier 94 smile, even if just for a minute. Each time we left and walked through the gates, the police would say, 'Thank you for coming,' and you could tell that they meant it. Little did they know that Jefferson had once been called 'unadoptable.' " Contributed by Thorne Delaney, Creature Comfort, New Jersey. January 2003.


A Year's Great Progress with Jerry

Well, it has been almost a year since we adopted Jerry, the ten-year-old Rat Terrier. When we first brought Jerry home, it was obvious he had lived his first ten years in a cage. He did not now how to walk on a lead, he was not housebroken, he did not know how to manuever stairs, and every household noise or movement scared him. He was afraid to be touched and particularly afraid of belts and men/boys. It broke my heart. I am pleased to say that he has made great progress. He loves to go for walks on the lead, he is now housebroken, he loves to play with Carl the Yorkie. He sleeps under the covers, and he loves teddy bears and chews. Jerry is still unsure of men, but he will come to me when I call him, if I get down on my knees. He is totally devoted to me. I often joke, if he were a man, I am sure that he would stalk me; he is always watching me. Jerry still likes to be under the bed a lot, and the other day I noticed that many of the other dogs' toys are under the bed, as Jerry has stolen them. He is such a good dog, and it has been such a pleasure seeing the positive changes in him. I love him. Contributed by Lora Carlson, Cedar Rapids, IA. February 2001.


Jesse, Age 10, and Sam, Age 6

Jesse, 10 and Sam, 6

"Jesse, my Shephard-Sheltie mix is 10 years old. She was adopted at a year old, when I went to the shelter to get a cat. I fell in love with Jesse and came home with her instead. Jesse's favorite activity is herding cats and playing ball, although she's doing less of that since her knee surgery and arthritis. She's very protective of me, which is something I rely on in the city where we live. The beagle in the photo is Sam. I adopted him a year ago. At that time the vets thought he was about 4 or 5 years old. Sam is very loving--all he ever wants to do is cuddle. He and Jesse get along nicely. I believe that Sam, who was in the shelter twice, is stable and happy for the first time in his life. I am so grateful for both my dogs." Contributed by Stacey Hecker, Philadelphia, PA.


Jesse, an "Angel in Fur," is 14 1/2

"Jesse, our beloved Springer Spaniel, is 14 1/2 years old. It seems like just yesterday that we picked out this six-week-old, red-browed bundle from her litter-mates. When Jesse was two, her 'parents' split up. Neither could bear to part with this gentle, loyal and playful member of the family, so we've enjoyed joint custody ever since. To Jesse, it's all just part of an adventure. And adventure it has been! She's torn up toilet paper and dragged around open bags of potting soil. She's swum, fetched and hiked. She's had burrs caught in her ears and her paws. She was hospitalized when she scarfed 27 Ghirardelli chocolate bars. But, mostly, she has been a constant companion and has loved us unwaveringly -- and continues to, though age has stolen her hearing and arthritis has slowed her gait. Jesse's tail still behaves like a propeller, and she always brightens when you take her to grass with a tennis ball. She still has her first stuffed animal -- now smelly, torn and tattered. When she could hear, we'd say 'Get the baby,' and she would find it and cradle it in her mouth. About two years ago, we almost lost Jesse suddenly due to a freaky and deadly condition called 'bloat.' Miraculously, it happened when someone was able to get her straight into emergency surgery. This picture shows Jesse sharing her bed with her 'sister,' Kobe, who was adopted when Jesse was around 10. This dog is truly an 'angel in fur,' and it is impossible to imagine life without her. So, until that heartbreaking time arrives, we celebrate her every day. We love you, Jess." Contributed by Jesse's moms: Helene, Leslye and Barbara. Southern CA. August 1999. (Update, November 4, 1999: "Over the last month, Jesse's arthritis got the best of her. The acupuncture and nutritional supplements both gave her more comfort over this last year, but in the past month she had great trouble just getting up. It was time to give back to her the unconditional love she had given us for almost 15 years. We said good-bye to Jesse on October 28, but this heartbreaking moment was made special by a very caring, compassionate vet, Dr. Sandy Ullman at the Sherman Oaks Vet Group. She removed the table, put down blankets and padding, and gave Jesse a tin of biscuite to eat until her heart's content. We miss her so much but know she is now able to run and swimand play again.")


Jet, A Skateboarding Star, Lived to Age 14

Jet"Jet was my first dog. I chose a Schipperke for a number of reasons -- size and temperament being the two main ones. Jet quickly became an important part of our family, and, after much training, went on to get his CD and CDX. He knew all the 'utility exercises,' and all the hand signals, but he was especially impressive on his skateboard. When I said 'hang ten,' he'd lie down and put his front paws over the end of the board. Jet was loved by everyone and loved going everywhere with me. He lived to the age of 14. He was a very special dog and we miss him deeply." Contributed by Gerry Bower. (Sadly, Jet died on December 27, 1997)


Joey....a Special, Sweet Boy and a Fighter

"This is a photo of my Cocker Spaniel Joey. This picture was taken about two years ago, when he was 13 years old. He was a very happy dog, as you can see from the photo. Joey passed away on Saturday, October 26, 2002. He was 15 years old. We had to have him euthanised because he had serious breathing and mobility problems. My heart is broken. I had Joey since he was 6 weeks old. He struggled with lung disease for a long while, and there were many times when the vet didn't think that he would pull through. But he was such a fighter and had such a strong will. In the end it just got to be too much for his little body. I held him in my arms as he passed away.

"One of my fondest memories of Joey was when my husband and I were on a trip and had Joey and Allie, our other Cocker Spaniel, with us. We stopped at a beautiful place filled with wild flowers, green grass, trees and a lake. It looked like something out of a dream. We stopped and went walking through the field towards the lake. Joey and Allie went running ahead through the flowers. The weather was beautiful, sunny and cool. We said that was what a doggie heaven would look like. We had Joey cremated and, when it is spring, we are going to take his ashes and spread them in that field.

"Allie is only three months younger than Joey, and of course she is grieving, too. Joey was such a special and sweet boy and I miss him so much. I know he no longer suffers, but we were together for 15 years, and he was a big part of my life." Contributed by Judi Knotts, Los Angeles, CA. November 2002.


Jordan Brings the Dal Family Headcount to Five

"I do Dalmatian Rescue in Oregon. In January, a beautiful, but thin, four-year-old, liver-and-white, male Dalmatian named 'Lucky' came to live with me, my three kids, a 16-year-old cat named 'Chelsea,' and our three-year-old, black and white Dal girl named 'Lacey.' Little did I know that Lucky would open the door to our future with Dals. Two months later, in March, Lucky's sire 'Jordon' came to us as a foster. He was thin and dirty and had a terrible skin condition. With care and love, he finally put on enough weight to be neutered, and it was time to put him up for adoption. He had two unsuccessful interviews, but in the third, we thought he had finally found a 'forever home' with a young man and his fiancee. A week later, I received a call from a lady in Salem, Oregon, who had found Jordon tied on a short rope in the middle of a two-acre field without food, water, or shelter. Luckily, Jordon was still wearing an ID tag with my phone number. His so-called new 'dad' had abandoned him after his fiancee had given him the ultimatum to 'get rid' of the dog. Three hours after that call, Jordon was back safe at home with my family. My 12-year-old son put his foot down at that point and said that Jordon was going to stay with us. He is now happily living the 'Life of Riley' with our family, and he will continue to do so for the rest of his life. Jordon will turn 8 years old on October 25. He brings the head count of Dalmatians in our home to five. He joins Lacey, Lucky(his 5-year-old son), Cindy and Candy(our 4-month-old deaf Dal girl). I guess you can never have too many Dals. I am proud to be owned by all five Dallies, three kids and one 16-year-old cat. I couldn't be happier!" Contributed by Lee Holbrook, southern Oregon. September 2000.