Jack!

Happy Monday everyone! Did you have a good weekend?
I have a new roommate! Well, okay, so not so much as a roommate per say, but a new friend. Yesterday I was out shopping, well not really shopping, but after getting bored of sitting around my apartment in my heels, I had to get out. So I went out to get a few things that I needed, and I stumbled across a pet adoption! Right there on the street, in front of my old bank.

I immediately fell in love with this little Jack Russell terrier, 2 years old, and cute as a button. Do you watch the re-runs of Frasier? This dog could have been Eddie! OMG! I have always wanted one, and now that I am home during the day, I figure I can be there to get him used to the place before I start working again.

I named him Jack, since and get this. . He had no name! . . Isn't that the saddest thing you ever heard? They said that he was left at a shelter because he was too destructive, and the people weren't very nice to him. I threw my arms around him and told him that I loved him and would always be nice. Little buddy.

I did have to stretch the truth a bit to the lady who interviewed me. Like I told her that I am a writer (that bit is true), but that I work from home, (which is not true, but at present, I am home all the time), I told her that I have a small yard, (I live on the 4Th floor and there is grass, but no yard...but I was very convincing and told her that I really wanted to take him today), I told her that I had grown up with terriers, and that seemed to make her decision. I don't know what the big deal is, that one on Frasier just sat there until his walk. I can't imagine this guy being a problem and he is just too cute to be destructive. How can a dog so small and so cute hurt anything?