My parents got Jack in Nightmute Alaska for my mom’s birthday. A family there was giving puppies away for free. We do not know what type of dog he is.
He has brownish, greenish eyes and is white, black, brown, and tan on his body. His legs are white.
When we go away for trips like when we went to Virginia, Kerry, our babysitter stayed at our house to take care of Jack. When we get home from long trips like what I just talked about, Jack is so crazy because we were gone for so long. He jumps up and tries to lick us, and is running after us. It takes him a while to calm down.
It is no fun sometimes like at bedtime my parents won’t let me play with Jack because they don’t want me to get him riled up. I think it’s okay but my parents don’t.
He is very mild and seems like he just wants to lie down and sleep for the whole day. It kind of is that way. Sometimes he wants to play with us but not always. My dad is best at getting him to play.
The toys we have for Jack are rubber bones and a duck that is in its shell and when you squeeze it, it pops its head out and sqeaks. His favorite toy is the duck.
Jack is funny dog because he does not want to eat out of a dog bowl; he likes to eat on the floor or out of our hands. He hardly ever eats out of the bowl.
Sometimes Jack climbs up the the fence and then jumps down on the other side. We have to go after him in the car because he won’t come to us if we just go outside and try to get him. He only comes if we go in our Prius. A Prius is a type of car.
I don’t know why but my parents hardly ever brush his teeth. Maybe because it’s a really yucky job.
His toenails are the same way with his teeth. They hardly ever clip them. Sometimes we have to take him to the vet to clip his nails there. We also go there to give Jack shots.
I think Jack is the best dog ever. I would never want a different dog.
1 comment:
Staci Gillilan wrote:
Brer Bear,
I have three dogs from Nightmute myself and I wouldn't want any other dogs either. I don't why these tundra dogs are so great, but they certainly are. My dogs are named Whinnifred Johosafat, Brutus Aloisious and Sable Jezzibell. We call them Whinnie Bear, Brutus and Sable for short. The first day week we were in Nightmute we walked through the village. The sun was shining and the sky was blue but it was bitter cold. We got a little ways down the boardwalk and there was a little black wad of fur shivering and hudled in a ball. I stopped to watch a woman hang fish on a rack and picked the puppy up to put inside my coat. He stayed there for about ten minutes while we learned of this strange new way to preserve fish. When it was time to move on I took the puppy out of my coat and put him back where I had found him. He shivered once again and I did not like the idea of leaving him there. The woman said, "why don't you take him", but I did not think she meant it. We continued down the board walk until we met up with Erin and Angie and told them of that little ball of fur. They got the biggest smiles on their face, being such dog lovers themselves and turned right around to go and get that puppy for us. They knew that the woman HAD been serious. We didn't really have a choice as Erin and Angie scooped him up and took him to our house. They then gave us all the things we needed to take care of him and even gave us a book with dog names in it. He was so small we thought he deserved a really big name, so Brutus was born that day into our family and we have never been sorry for starting our Nightmute dog family. I bet our dogs are family. We could start a Nightmute dog family tree, but that would take quite a bit of yarn and patience. Thank you for the wonderful story. I am all the way in Alaska and I was able to connect with it. Now THOSE are some powerful words! I look forward to reading more from you.
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