He was my first dog. Twenty five pounds of pure, absolute love.

If there was a fire in the fireplace, he'd be pressing up against the grate because he wanted to be as close as possible to the heat. He'd beg to be on our laps if we had a fire going in the grill.



When he wanted to play fetch, he'd let you know in one of three ways:
1. Drop ball near human, stare into eyes. Start crying if necessary.
2. Roll ball under human's feet as they walk! They can't ignore you if they fall down.
3. Roll ball into a spot that's hard to reach (under the love-seat, between chairs, etc.) and then bark until humans take pity.

He made everybody laugh and I'd get stopped so many times on a walk because people wanted to know what kind of dog he was and if he could pet them. He loved taking small inconveniences and turning them into huge spectacles, howling if you left him in the house while you got mail, drooling and crying if you were making food that he really, really wanted.

His favorite toy was any tennis ball he could get his mouth on. He loved carrots and grapefruit. His favorite places were the beach and snuggling next to his humans and adopted dog sister, Flower.


I'll miss the way his little ballerina paws smelled, how he sighed when you'd rub his ears, how cute he looked from behind when he sat on his butt. I'll miss the little swirls of hair on the sides of his neck. I miss everything about him.




I'll miss you, Jake. Thank you for being a part of my family.