I’m home. A story by Jake.

She said its been seven months since I came to live here but I sorta just think this has always been home.

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I had an old life someplace else, I guess I remember small parts of that. The people who I lived with were not home much.  I sat around a lot, waiting for them.  I don’t sit and wait so much here, and it’s pretty awesome (and when I do it’s in my new sitting position of my hind legs between my front legs!).  Sure She leaves, but what’s different is that I can tell, She’d rather stay.  She doesn’t look at me and my brother, T-Rex, as something bothersome.  She looks at us, and I know for sure, the moment she can come home, she will.  And when She does return, I dance!  Actually, it’s more of a bunny hop! I really, really, really like Her.

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I had a yellow brother at my last address also.  That one played more than this yellow brother.  But when the people would leave, they’d take that yellow brother with them.  They wouldn’t take me though, they left me home.  So I guess I like this yellow brother better.  He stays home with me, and he checks in every once in a while so that we can keep our gang-bond strong.  Brother bonds are better than playing.  I did not know this.

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The thing about being here is that there are no judgements.  No one punishes me when I want to show the carpet my love.  When I gots the itchies and roll around like a fish-outta-water, it’s all good.  When I eat and get food all over my neck waddle, She just wipes it up. I can be me!  In all my glory, I can just be Jake!

I’m still working on not having to sleep in the box at night.  I mean the box is in Her room, and yellow dude sleeps close by but boy would I like to snuggle up on one of them during the night.  Apparently I honk-snore.  I have never heard it, I think they are making it up.

I love Melvin.  I love her.  I love the new me.  I’m home.

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I tend to feel that empathy is one of the most lovely of all the emotions.  Our ability to feel for others, in happiness or crisis, matters. The animal blog-world is a crazy, wonderful empathy arena.  We read other’s posts, and nod.  We laugh, cry, cheer and curse for our favorite blog authors.  We have been there.  We are there now.  We understand.  In the same breath, as a writer of such a blog, I am able to put things out there knowing, that empathy is waiting. That even in the hardest or saddest of moment, someone will relate.

And then… just maybe, someone will reach out.  With a comment or an email and sometimes even a gift.  Just one example of many, my blog friend M, who I have never met in person, lost her sweet Brutus last year.  Around that same time, Melvin’s liver values skyrocketed and despite her grief, M pro-actively packed up the liver supplements she had leftover from her boy and sent them to me.  Empathy at its brightest. We have continued a little gift exchange back and forth — sometimes in sad times, sometimes happy, and yesterday I got this.  Just because…

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This village of ours, feels like home.


As I have mentioned, Jake snores.  It is a mystery how such loud noises can come out of such a small body.  Regardless of the tremendous amount of honking he produces, I like both dogs to sleep in the master bedroom.  The first few months with Jake were fairly sleepless but thanks to the volume control on the white noise machine and the body’s ability to find sleep (eventually), everyone is finally able to slumber with him in the room.

He currently sleeps in a crate — for two reasons. One, I’m not 100% sure he would ‘hold it’ all night if not in his crate and secondly, the crate keeps his snoring at a distance that gives the noise machine a fighting chance. The plan, however, has always been to try him in a bed and ditch the crate.  I’ve delayed on this mostly because I love sleep so much. So much.

His bed (the smaller, matching version of Melvin’s) is on order.  It will be a slow transition to it, we’ll start by putting it in the bedroom and just letting him find it for naps or give him Kongs on it. Some days, I’m sure Melvin will end up on it.

In preparation for two matching dog beds, the decorator in me had to start the rearranging effort.  Part of that required Melvin’s bed to be moved, about 3 feet toward the window.  He was not happy about this new real estate.  I kept saying ‘the worse is yet to come buddy, wait until you meet your new neighbor’.

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