Poor Jake isn't the smartest dog in town

by Sue
(East of the Mississippi)

Have you ever tried to live with a very, very dumb dog? Now don't get me wrong, I love Jake dearly. He is a love and a snuggle bug but is not the smartest dog by a long shot.

You see, I inherited Jake from my Mom. (She specifically put it in her will that I was to care for dumb old Jake.) Really! (Thanks Mom!)

He is an Australian Terrier who jumps around like Tigger, Winnie the Pooh's friend, on mega caffeine. He doesn't remember who he is, where he lives, and any of the other essential knowledge a dog should know by about 9 months old. (Jake is now 13 years old).

One day not too long ago when he broke through his electric fence, (one of those zapper deals), we searched high and low for him. Where did we find him hours later?

A neighbor called.

He was in their garage helping himself to snacks. . . in the form of garbage. So she kindly brought him in the house where he promptly snatched her 4 year old daughter's cookie right out of her mouth!

Needless to say, the very kind neighbor called me and asked me if I could come get Jake ASAP. My husband was a fan of leaving him at his nice new home but I ran over to collect the darling little beastie.

Now Jake does have many, many excuses. He was a rescue dog. My Mom got him when he was about a year old and already full of very bad habits. (I personally think he was abused because he still flinches if someone moves too suddenly near him). I honestly believe that he must have been brain injured. . . poor thing.

Anyways, Jake has been to so many obedience schools that he should have a PhD by now... but he doesn't. He just is a constant source of amusement as we shake our heads at how a cute little guy could be so dreadfully out-to-lunch.

Though, Jake will always be our adorable, and lovable but painfully dumb dog. :-)