Nicknames: Big 'Un, Ol' Jack, Uncle Jack, Handsome, Drool Bucket, Jackie, Momma's Boy
Birthday: December 26th 2002
Likes: affection, attention, being around family, playing outside, treats, chew toys, and wrestling with Dad and my sisters.
Pet-Peeves: being alone, being ignored, missing Mom and my sisters, Dad not taking as good care of me as Mom did, and being left outside alone unsupervised all day.
Favorite Toy: I don't care too much for toys other than my Kong, just give me a big bone to chew on and I'll be happy!
Favorite Food: I love to eat anything! What are you eating, I'll try some of that! I love all treats, bones, peanut butter, and meat!
Favorite Walk: Around the neighborhood, to our friends' house, to the park at Lake Beaverfork, and around the pet store!
Best Tricks: "Sit". Does "Drool" count as a trick? I'm also very good at jumping up and catching food in the air. Mom's working on teaching me "Down" and "Shake".
Arrival Story: My Dad and his family adopted me from the local shelter during the ice storm of December 2004. I had been picked up on the streets, abandoned and starving. When my Dad and my Mom started dating, Dad moved in with her into an apartment, and I had to stay with Grandma since I was too big for the apartment. Dad would still come back to visit cause they didn't live far, but I really missed him and wished I could live with him again. I first met Mom around then too, but didn't get to know her really well. She always seemed really nice and would pet me when she came over with Dad though. But, when my Dad and my Mom got married and bought a house, I came to live with them. Now my Mom and I are really close, and I'm so glad that I got to come live with them! It was been great living with Mom while Dad was deployed to Iraq. I miss her a lot now though, but luckily she still comes to visit me, and I still get to see my sisters for playdates too.
Bio: I am now only living with my Dad and his family. Mom and Dad decided to divorce after he got back from Iraq, and since I was originally Dad's dog to begin with, I'm staying with him. My sisters are staying with Mom and Mom's new boyfriend Bryan. I miss my Mom and my sisters a lot.
Important Dates: My Birthday is December 26th, 2002.
I was adopted and saved from the shelter in December 2004.
I lived with Mom and Dad since December 26th, 2006.
Mom and Dad divorced and I went back to just living with Dad on February 12th, 2008.
Name: When the shelter took me in, they called me "Journey", but when Dad and his family adopted me, they changed my name to Jack. I don't know why, but it's a good name and I like it.
Family: Dad is a s0ldier in the Army National Guard. Dad went to Iraq and I stayed with Mom, and meanwhile things got really bad between Mom and Dad. They split up, and when Dad came home, I went to live with him. Mom and Dad may be divorced, but I love my Mom and she will always be my Mom. She took great care of me while she and Dad were married. Most of the time that Mom and Dad were married, Dad was overseas and Mom had a hard time coping. I made sure to take care of Mom and look out for her though. Mom was heartbroken to give me up after she and Dad divorced, but since I had originally been Dad's dog in the first place before they got together, she thought that was the right thing to do. She worries about me all the time though, because she knows that Dad is not as vigilant or knowledgeable about pet care as she is.
Training: I never had any formal obedience training, but Mom trained me herself. I am a very well behaved boy (most of the time... sometimes I don't always like to come when called if I'm having a good time romping around). I'm great at Sit, Fetch, Jump, and several other tricks. I'm a little stubborn about LayDown though, and Stay is difficult for me cause I always want to be right by your side.
Out and About: I love going on walks and for rides in the car. Mom used to take me to Lake Beaverfork park all the time and we'd run and play together. It was great especially because she couldn't leave me loose in the backyard since I learned how to jump the fence. Mom was always so afraid of me running away. Once I got loose when Mom was at work and my dogsitter let me outside. Mom came home early to search for me and luckily I wasn't gone long before she found me. I got out one other time, but the neighbors grabbed me and held me while Mom was still running to catch up. Mom warned Dad about me jumping the fence, but he still leaves me outside by myself. I usually wind up jumping the fence and wandering in the neighborhood throughout the day, and then I sit on the front porch and wait for Dad until he comes home from work. Mom gave Dad one of those invisible fence things so that I can run in the yard and not get lose, but he hasn't installed it yet. Mom worries a lot about me roaming around, but Dad says I'm fine cause I always come home and I'm pretty street smart.
Food: Before I came to live with Mom, Dad and his family fed me Ol' Roy. Yuck! It was so bad for me. Mom switched me to a grain-free diet supplemented with raw. I loved it! Now that I'm just living with Dad again, he's gone back to feeding me junk dog food from the supermarket. Mom has tried to tell him that I need to eat more nutritious food, especially because of my health concerns, but he doesn't listen and just wants to buy the cheap stuff to save money.
Health Concerns: Towards the end of my time with Mom, I became very picky about what I would eat. Mom and the vet spent a lot of time trying to figure out why I lost my appetite and was losing weight - I had to take medicine every day and get a lot of tests done every month. The vet said that my liver and kidney levels were all messed up, and that it was probably the early signs of organ failure due to my poor nutrition before I was in Mom's care. I was finally starting doing better before Dad came home, but even though Mom urged Dad to take me back to the vet to keep monitoring my organ levels, I haven't been back since, and Dad stopped buying my medicines too. He also stopped giving me my heartworm and flea/tick preventative medications because Dad says he doesn't want to spend that much money and doesn't realize how important it is for me to have those every month. This makes Mom really upset and worried, but I wish she wouldn't blame herself. She took great care of me and it's not her fault that Dad doesn't listen to her.
Out Of Touch: The last time Mom saw me or heard anything about me was when I got lost and she found me. That was July 2008. In September, there was a fire at the house in Greenbrier. Dad and I got out ok though, and Mom was very relieved to know that I wasn't hurt. The fire was ruled to be an arson, and Dad was ruled to be the guilty party. The house was still in both Dad and Mom's name, and so was the insurance and mortgage, since Dad never assumed everything like he was supposed to. Because of all the legal mess, Mom's lawyers have advised her not to talk to Dad. This means that she no longer will have any updates on me, and no more visits. This makes both Mom and me very sad. I don't blame Mom. I still love her and miss her very much, and I know she loves me and misses me too. I wish things could be different.
Dogster Honors: I was featured as a Daily Diary Pick on January 24th, 2008!
The Power of the Paw must really be something, because after spending all day searching, I found Jack.
I posted ads on probably 20 or so "lost dog" websites, scanning the Found ads on each one. I emailed a description and pictures to all of the local shelters and rescues. I submitted classifieds to the local newspapers. I posted on my MySpace. I called a police officer who's a friend of mine and asked him to keep an eye out while patrolling. I made up flyers that I was planning on taking to all the vets, groomers, pet stores, super markets, gas stations, and anywhere else that would let me post them. My ex-husband may have seemed to give up on finding Jack, but I wasn't going to.
I finally came to Petfinder.com at nearly 7pm - to be honest, I never realized before today that they had a lost and found classified section, I always just thought it was for searching for adoptable dogs, but luckily one of the local rescue sites recommended it in their "what to do if your dog is lost" section.
I scanned the found ads, and sure enough, an ad was posted (on JUNE 28th) that a large male Golden Retriever who was "a very sweet boy" had been found wandering on HWY 65. I couldn't help but think that their description of him was exactly Jack. I called and left a message, in tears... hoping that I had found him. About 30 minutes later, the husband called me back and when I described Jack, he said "Yup, I think we've got your dog!"
I just got back from picking him up. He nearly tackled me when he saw me, he was so happy. Apparently Jack did not go missing on the 4th of July, but had been missing even longer than I was told, so he was gone for more like two weeks instead of one. I have to say, this made me even more upset at my ex-husband for not telling me sooner.
I brought Jack home so he could visit with his sisters, and called Robert to tell him the good news. He just came and picked him up. I have to admit, I was so tempted to keep Jack... I don't want this to happen again and I've been having other issues about the care he's been getting... but I made Robert promise never to leave him outside unsupervised and to get him a new tag with his name and phone number. Even better news is that Robert is not getting deployed on Monday afterall, so now I don't have to worry about Jack being left with Robert's family or friends that might take even less care of him.
I'm just so relieved that someone found Jack and was kind enough to take him into their home instead of just leaving him there on the highway. And I'm so glad that they were nice enough to keep him in their home for so long instead of just dropping him off at a shelter, where he could have possibly been put to sleep before I'd even been told that he was lost. I couldn't thank them enough.
I feel kind of stupid for making all these posts all over Dogster only to find him the same day... so I apologize if I've over-reacted. But I'm sure that I'm not alone in being so attached to my dogs... having them go missing for any amount of time is heart-wrenching, so hopefully you will all understand and forgive me.
Jack's mom here...
It is with much sadness that I post this, but Jack has gone missing.
I saw my ex-husband Robert today, and he offhandedly mentioned that Jack has been missing since around the 4th of July weekend (he couldn't remember exactly which day..). Jack is terrified of thunderstorms and fireworks, and can jump the fence in the backyard. Robert had left him outside unsupervised, and of course Jack got scared from the storm and the holiday fireworks and ran off. He has gotten out of the yard before, but he has never been gone this long and would usually come home on his own, according to Robert.
I have to say I'm devastated... sad, and worried, and angry... Jack may not be my dog anymore technically, but I love that big goofball and since I took care of him for a year and a half, he is still like my dog in my heart. I just want him to come home safely, even if it's back home to Robert (or Robert's family, since Robert is deploying for Iraq next week).
Jack is very large for a Golden Retriever, approximately 100lbs and very tall. He wears a blue collar, although I don't know if his tags were on the collar or not... He went missing from the northern part Greenbrier, Arkansas near HWY 65 (close to HWY 225 and HWY 287). He is a big sweetheart and loves people, but sometimes likes to play hard-to-catch.
If anyone has seen Jack, for better or for worse... or has him or knows his whereabouts, please let me know (via pawmail).
Feel free to forward this with a link to Jack's Dogster profile and pictures.
Yesterday Mom came over to the house to visit me and Dad! It was great seeing her again! When she first got there, I could hear her and Dad talking in the kitchen while I was napping in my kennel. Normally I'm a good, quiet boy, but when I heard her voice I started whining until she and Dad came into the room. I wagged my tail so hard I shook the whole kennel. Mom let me out and gave me a big hug. She sat down on the floor with me and petted me, and Dad did too. I tried to crawl into her lap, but I'm too big. Dad told Mom that I've been doing pretty well but am still kind of reluctant about eating my kibble. They talked about switching me to a new brand again - maybe I'll like something else better. Mom and Dad were actually getting along great, even laughing and joking with each other. They told me that they are getting a divorce but are remaining friends, and I think they are both relieved. Dad told Mom that she can still visit with me, and Mom told Dad that he and I can visit all my sisters too! I'm so happy we can all stay in touch and be friends through all of this.