Jack
My name is Jack. I am 1 ½ years old and I'm all Westie! Most recently I was a
rescue dog, but now I have a REAL home and a REAL big brother Westie, and I am
very happy.
Originally I lived with a mom and dad who gave me every material thing a
Westie could want: a nice crate, lots of toys, a soft blue blanket, special
shampoo, and so many leashes and kinds of treats I lost count. They taught me
tricks, and even bought a special baby bag to carry around my "stuff" when we
went places.
But they didn't have much of that most precious of commodities for me: time.
They spent a lot of time commuting and that meant I spent a lot of time in my
crate, which I came to hate. I was not happy, so I barked and cried; I didn't
understand why I had to stay in the crate, because I was a good boy and was
housetrained very well. At some point I think I got bounced around a lot from
home to home for a while; can't really remember, and don't want to. I got a
very short haircut, too, and I was skinny from worry. When I would see all my
nice stuff being loaded into a car yet again, I would begin to cry and bark
because I knew I was getting handed off to another stranger.
Finally someone got me to the Westie Club rescue program where I was placed
with this wonderful family.
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