On a whim, I went into a pet store just to look at the new puppies. Not really intent on buying. Then I saw him. He looked so lonely and helpless. Just this little bundle of white fluff. It was only a week or so before my birthday and I begged my husband to get him for me. All it took was for my husband to come down to the store and look at him, and he was lost too.
When Jack first came to live with us, we couldn’t figure out what to name him. We wanted something “white” related. Our last American Eskimo we named Eskimo Pie, and called her Pie. It took us a few days but we finally came up with Jack Frost. We just call him Jack. For the first couple of months he lived with us, my daughter wondered if Jack really knew how to walk. Reason? Because I carried him everywhere. I even had a little backpack kind of thing that I used to put him in when we went out in public.
Jack came into my life when I was at a very rough point in my life. I’d just been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder a couple of months earlier and I really didn’t think I had any purpose in life. I was depressed and manic at the same time. A truly exhausting experience.
Jack and I connected immediately. I never “baby talked” to him, or used “dog speak” commands. He learned so fast to sit, stay, shake, and potty training was pretty much a breeze.
We did have some alpha issues, as in Jack thought he was Alpha Male in our household. Now the order is, husband, Jack, then me!
If there could ever be a true animal soul mate for a person, I found that specific thing in Jack. He and I are totally in synch with each other. He knows my moods and can be there for me when I’m down and help ground me when I’m too high.
He’s the reason I get up and out of bed every morning. We have our own language of spoken words and looks.
One of the best “tricks” I ever taught him was to get off the road when a car is coming. Most times, while we walk, I don’t even have to say the words, he moves to the side of the road and sits and waits for the car to pass, without any command.
He also loves to bring in the newspaper in the mornings from the driveway. He picks it up and trots right up to the front door, placing the paper down, then sits and waits for me to give him his treat.
Just so we’re clear, don’t ever use the “d” word around him. He doesn’t think he’s a “dog”, he thinks he’s human!