Jesse James (In Loving Memory)


English Springer Spaniel
Picture of Jesse James (In Loving Memory), a male English Springer Spaniel

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Home:Huber Heights, OH  
Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
JJ, JesseBoy, Spawn of Satan

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
January 5th 2003

Likes:
Hugs and attention

Pet-Peeves:
Being told no

Favorite Toy:
Us, anything that he shouldn't have :)

Favorite Food:
Anything we eat

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere

Arrival Story:
My husband went into PawsHere at our local mall and saw a four month old Springer pup that had been 'discounted'. I swore I'd never buy from a pet store since it just keeps the puppy mills in business as irresponsible breeders. He came home with Oh Honey you've just got to see this guy he's adorable. And of course he was. He was a leggy adolescent at four months, past that cuddly puppy stage, which is why he'd been discounted. To make a long story short, the next day Jesse James came home with us. And I never dreamed he was so appropriately named. :) We had Jesse for five months before we lost Hunter to prostate cancer and I was fortunate to have him. I can't imagine coming home to a house without a dog...

Bio:
Jess was a handful, even with training he remained so, and as he grew so did our problems. He was originally intended to be my husband's dog but my husband was the first person Jess bit! Then it got to the point that Jim could't walk into a room with out Jesse going ballistic. Growling, snapping, charging. We had to send him to his kennel to calm him then let him out. I was the next person he bit. Let me clarify that these bites were unprovoked, that's what made them so hard to deal with emotionally for me. Jim came to very much dislike Jesse. The final straw came one evening when I was letting Jesse and Buck, our mix out and Jesse turned to attack Buck. I hollered at him and he then charged at me... I back pedaled and as I did he lunged and luckily only got the front of my shirt and tore it. But he kept coming and Jim tried to intercede. We finally got Jesse in his kennel and he calmed down after about an hour and then was his sweet lovable self. Our girls were witness to this whole episode and where just devastated... Jesse had never turned on them but I was so worried that it was just a matter of time... We'd already been to the vet with Jesse about these issues and his take on it was what my gut feel had been all along, it was an organic brain issue due to poor breeding. If it continued to escalate we really didn't have any choice but to put our boy down. This was a Thursday evening. I do volunteer work at our local animal shelter and know that they euthanize just as our vet does and that I wouldn't have to wait like I would have to for out vet so Friday evening after work I took Jesse for one last drive. He had his head out the window and his ears with flowing in the wind. He was so excited because he thought we were going to the Bark Park. It damn near broke my heart. I'd called ahead so they knew we were on our way and why, they took care of all the paperwork very quickly and then let me drive to the back rather than take Jess through the kennel area. He went prancing through the hall, stepped up on the table, laid down very calmly, never flinched, nothing. It's almost as if he knew and was relieved. I stayed with him, held him, loved him, told him what a good boy he was, that it wasn't his fault, that everything would be okay now, that Hunter was waiting for him, to tell him hello for me and that I loved him and would see them both one day. He took one breath, let out a deep sigh and went to sleep in my arms and my heart broke. I took my baby boy home with me. Lauren and I picked out his and Hunter's favorite toys and we took him out to our family farm and buried him by the creek. Where Jesse James is buried there's a profusion of purple wildflowers growing... it's the only spot in the entire field that they grow. And the first time. We like that. It's fitting... Wildflowers for our wild child. Rest in peace Jesse James, I miss you.

Forums Motto:
If that door opens I am SO outta here!!

The Groups I'm In:
Dogs who love their moms

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 6th 2004 More than 10 years!

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Dogster Id:
3527


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