I will start by saying that I will forever be in debt to the dogs I’ve had the honor of calling my best friend and family. There are not enough words to explain. Days can be hard, but the unconditional love they provide make it all better.
I’ve only lived 3 of my 42 years without a dog. That was when I moved out after college. My life requires a dog. I grew up with a golden retriever, Benny, who was my same age. He passed when I was 14. A lab Mix, Puppet (we called her Pup.) Three Jack Russells, Niles , Scruffy, and Skipper. Those were all my dogs when I lived at home.
My first dog as an adult was Hera, the nicest and well mannered Jack Russell you would ever meet. I lost her to cancer on November 1, 2021. That hurt bad. I met my wife at the dog park, so Hera made that happen.
My wife brought in her two, Jasper and Dexter. They are great little guys. And we had Indie who lives with my inlaws now.
I’ve had a Jack since I was a teenager, and it left a huge hole in me when Hera passed. I found a Jack pup that a lady rejected because she was going to be a rough coat. Her dumb decision brought our family a great little dog who keeps watch and adores my newborn son.
Her name is Jetty, and she helped me get over the loss of Hera.
My best boy growing up, Benny
Hera, my best girl.
^^My favorite photo of her
Jetty, the goofy and fearless
The boys and Indie
Niles and Scruffy