Jack (RIP)

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Home:Houston, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 1-10 lbs

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Macho Man; Jack-inator; Food Terrorist

Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Food, food, food, food, food.

Anyone trying to get to his food; a closed door when there is food on the other side of it.

Favorite Toy:
A squeaker toy in the shape of a bone (maybe because it reminds him of food).

Favorite Food:
He has no favorites -- any food will do.

Favorite Walk:
Into the kitchen for food

Best Tricks:
Begging people for food.

Arrival Story:
Jack was an owner turn-in to a rescue group. We were adopting his sister (who is now deceased) and they told us that Jack had lived his whole life with Brandy and asked if we would take him too. When I asked them to describe him (we didn't get a picture), they told us he hated cats (we have a cat), was a food terrorist, had bad breath, tries to stick his tongue through your ear to the other side, and never stopped demanding attention. Since he sounded like such a winner, we said yes. When he is not terrorizing the other dogs over food issues, he is an angel and we are very thankful we adopted him.

Jack passed away unexpectedly on July 3, 2008. We are devastaged by his sudden loss.

Forums Motto:
It's Mine!

The Groups I'm In:
A Chihuahua Is L♥ve, The Clothing Exchange

The Last Forum I Posted In:
doxie clothes?!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 17th 2004 More than 12 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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It's a Jack Attack!

Day of the Jackal

April 10th 2006 7:18 am
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Now seriously, how could I resist that title? Perhaps it is must because I am a movie buff. What better way is there to spend a day that to lounge around on the couch with my mom and dad, watching flicks (okay, they call it being a couch potato, but if mom actually says that, I head directly for the kitchen looking for the potatoes so she has to call it "lounging"). But have you seen the movie Must Love Dogs? I think that should be everyone's catch phrase in life. It's a great slogan, don't cha think?

Okay, I digressed from the topic at hand, which was to thank my new friend Jackal for the lovely rosette he gave me. I just read his story...it is so sad, just another puppy mill dog, but at least he found a group who would take care of him and love him. He is one of the lucky ones. My heart tugs for you, my friend. Give your Austin group some licks for me, okay?



The Poetry of Flowers

April 4th 2006 8:52 am
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What's a gentlemen to do? So many pretty girls to admire, so little time in the day to allow me to devour all of their beauty (see, I always think in terms of food!). But another pretty girl just sent me a rosette. Thank you Becky for the rosette. By giving me that beautiful flower, you allowed me the opportunity to take a minute and gaze into your equally beautiful face.



The Name is Bond, James Bond

March 30th 2006 3:21 pm
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Me and James Bond -- two worldly guys with women chasing after them. And unbelievably, as I sat and relished the joy that came with Arwen and Mu Shu admiring me, my diary becomes the Featured Diary of the Day the other day. Heck, guys, even Dogster recognizes that James Bond and I are studly men, bachelors who admire and respect the beauty of women.

For my little Rosy, how it warmed my heart to learn you found your forever home and got away from the puppy mill. You and sweet Tinkerbell. Rosy, you are so beautiful you put even roses to shame. Thank you for the beautiful rosette.

What can I say about a girl like Jombie. One look at her and I want to go lasso me a lhaso! A rosette from a girl who was the "runt of the litter" and grew up to be Cinderella. Maybe I can be your Prince Charming.

Hey Monkey. I could sure go ape for you!!! I would like to think that was a very clever remark, but I suspect all the boys tell you that. But they probably aren't as suave as James Bond and I are...I will remember your rosette every time I stalk my mom for a bite of banana!

Ziggy, my man. I would be happy to share with you some of my tips for chasing the girls in exchange for that rosette, but I see you are also a food hound. So I gotta tell you up front that the training classes don't come with food -- well, not for you anyway. For me, yes. But with a little "training" by James Bond and me, I betcha we can find some girls for you who would be more than willing to share their food.

And in closing, to all my new pals out there in Dogster land, as James Bond would say, half of everything in life is luck, the other half is fate. I feel lucky that fate chose for us to be friends.

And with that, I'm off to find a martini. Shaken, not stirred.


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