Category Archives: Jake

Just Jake

I talk to him when I’m lonesome like; and I’m sure he understands.Β  When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat.Β  For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that.Β  ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

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Speaking Doglish

dogs in cars
Before. On his way to a 2 night sleepover...not happy.


You could hear Jake say …

Why is all of my stuff in the car?

Where are you dumping me this time?

Are you ever coming back?

I don’t care if you buy me a new toy …

I want to go home.

Funny little kid!

After. We Better Be Going Home!