I have always had big dogs (labs, newfies, you get it). When I look on adoption sites or go head to adoption events, I for whatever reason, only have eyes for dogs over 40 lbs, usually over 60 lbs. The funny thing is, walking two large dogs is not my strong suit (I can barely walk myself). I would seek out a large, second dog and the whole time I’d
worry wonder about the logistics of handling them both. Never once, not ever, did I consider a smaller dog to accommodate those concerns. I’m not sure where my discrimination stems from. It might be that Melvin spends so much time underfoot and I’m always happy that he’s bigger so when I step on him he doesn’t break.
Enter Jake. Jake is under my 40 lb threshold, weighing in at 31. He is a little dog. But he’s not a little dog. There are days he is bigger than Melvin. He is the biggest, small dog ever. He’s actually more like a statue of the biggest, small dog ever. Almost immovable or incapable of bending. I see people picking up their little dogs and holding them. Uh good luck picking up Jake, you’d be better off picking a building. Jake goes into freeze frame if you attempt to lift him, seriously, I have pulled muscles just trying. He likes all four paws, firmly planted on the ground and while in your arms he is pure stone.
So now, I have one big dog and one fake small dog. And yes, Jake gets stepped on. Melvin has landed on him (hopefully not on purpose) and he’s been clipped by human feet a few times. He’s still alive and kicking (I’m sure his rescue group just gasped.). Walking them is a normal amount of difficult (no one has fallen down yet) so that is all good.
Some photos of the boys who finally got to have some quality time outside this weekend…