The domestic dog's adaptability never ceases to amaze me. A year ago my mother's pug, Jake, was living with her in a retirement community. Jake's outdoor time consisted of a walk around the pond, which he very much enjoyed, but otherwise he was her constant companion, generally laying next to her chair, getting up for meals or to follow her around the apartment, but not much more.
When my mother died, Jake moved to Montana with my sister Paula and her husband Pat. They have a beautiful new home up on a mountain, but like many (most?) in Montana they are pretty active people and engage in a variety of outdoor activities. They recently went camping and took Jake along, carrying him in a backpack when they were hiking. He sleeps in the tent, using my sister's down coat as a sleeping bag. They hiked, they camped, they saw grizzly bear, and they stopped at a Montana brewery for lunch.
Jake was adopted from the mother's local animal shelter. My mother loved having him and I'm very glad that she did. He was more than a bit overweight, but he has shed quite a few pounds as a result of his new, active lifestyle. Jake isn't a young dog at this point, but there is still plenty of dog left in him and Paula and Pat are devoted to making him happy and comfortable for the rest of his life.
And here's some puppy pictures, just because.
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Love hearing about Jake. He's adapted well!
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