Photo Comments Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
Leave a bone for Jake
Dogster stats for Jake
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Big-Ears, Meathead, Meaty-Boy, Hair-Bomb
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FOOD!, snow, belly-rubs, food, playing with other dogs, long walks, car rides, and food.
Baths. Nail-clipping. People who fail to rub his belly and give him a snack.
Another playful dog, or anything edible.
Anything that isn't nailed down.
Anywhere, especially if it's snowing...but we usually walked near Logan Circle.
Stealing food while managing to look like he was asleep and motionless the whole time.
Jake was adopted in summer of 1997 by way of rescue contacts from Malamute-L. He was a transport from upstate Pennsylvania, where a kind Mal breeder had spotted him tied out to a tree, and persuaded his neglectful owner to give him up. Despite having been through three different owners THAT THEY KNEW ABOUT before he was a year old (not counting whatever puppy mill or BYB he came from, nor his brief stay with the rescue folks before coming home with me), he was as friendly and well-adjusted a dog as you could ever dream of. Like a canine Will Rogers, he never met anyone he didn't like, and everyone from veterinarians to postal carriers, the staff at the pet-supply store to random passers-by all succumbed to his considerable charm (generally getting suckered into giving him plenty of skritches and tasty treats in the process.)
While many Mals are noted for having a high prey drive, Jake was a perfect angel around smaller creatures. He played gently with puppies and smaller dogs, kept a respectful distance from my iguana, and helped raise Strega, the orphaned feral kitten we found on the streets of Northwest D.C. while out on walkies.
I lost Jake suddenly and unexpectedly to hemangiosarcoma in the summer of 2002. His kitty Strega kept a vigil by the front door for weeks, waiting for her doggy friend to come home again.
"But you can't tell me God would have Heaven /
So a man couldn't mix with his friends; /
That we're doomed to meet disappointment /
When we come to the place the trail ends. /
That would be a low-grade sort of Heaven /
And I'd never regret a damned sin /
If I mush up to the gates white and pearly, /
And they don't let my malamute in."
-- Pat O'Cotter
"Hi, I'm here for the petting!"
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|January 20th 2006
||More than 11 years!
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