Arrival Story: I met Jake at the Seminole County Humane Society in Sanford, Florida in 1996. I did not adopt him that day, but I kept thinking of his cute little face and super sad brown eyes for days laters. After a week, I called the shelter to see if he was still there and to my surprise he was, so I figured it was meant to be. He did have many mental issues and even had to go on doggie prozac for six months for a bad case of seperation anxiety. He is somewhat normal now and lives with five cats whom keep him company.