Those of you that know me knew it wouldn’t be long before I posted about the other man in my life. My husband was not too happy about the relationship at first, but he’s come around, and he even likes to join us sometimes. And when I was off my feet after surgery this winter, Walter and Jack developed their own special bond.
Jack joined our family about 5 years ago. We met him at a pet store adoption event and it was love at first sight. He was not the dog we set out to adopt. That one turned out to be more hyena than dog. Jack found us just when we needed him. Our daughter was just starting to give us the pre-adolescent strong arm – keeping us and our hugs at bay. And though Jack was supposed to be her dog, he chose me instead.
Jack never rebuffs a kiss on the head or a hug. He never talks back or disagrees. He eats everything on his plate. He doesn’t walk ten feet ahead of me so no one knows we’re together. He never slams doors. It doesn’t matter if I’ve been gone for a week or just to the end of the driveway to get the newspaper, he is always glad to see me. And he’s a very good listener.
He has changed the whole family dynamic in our house. If voices get raised, he gets visibly upset, and the situation instantly turns to us assuring him that all is well. He gratefully serves as the affection bridge between me and my daughter. Even when she’s not speaking to me, she and I can spend hours petting and sweet talking him. We refer to this as “having a meeting.” (of the Jack Admiration Club) Although I’m seldom the recipient of tweets or text messages, I frequently receive her Instagram pictures of the dog.
Our nest will be empty sooner than I can bear, but God-willing, my faithful friend will be around to see me through the hardest times.