10/26/2025
This weekend we said goodbye to Jake.
In 2009 I was working at a pharmacy in Pacific Palisades, CA, and a woman walked in holding a Jack Russell Terrier.
I asked if it was a puppy, and she said, “no, but she’s having puppies soon”.
A couple months later, we met Jake at a coffee shop in Santa Monica, and we fell in love with him.
In hindsight bringing a Jack Russell puppy into an LA county apartment might not have been the most responsible thing to do, but we made it work.
And for the past almost 16 years, Jake has been with us everywhere.
Right in the middle of everything.
He’s flown cross-country at least 20 times, he’s been on vacations, long road trips, no less than 100 drives up the mountains, he’s moved with us through three apartments in Los Angeles, a cross-country move back to PA in 2015 and finally in 2019 into our current home (with the big yard I always promised him).
And like everyone else in this house, Jake wasn’t perfect.
He had a low tolerance-threshold for toddlers, and when my wife got pregnant, some weren’t sure how he was going to react to the baby.
But he was great on day one.
And stayed great with them every day since.
Despite some – let’s call them – idiosyncrasies.
Jake didn’t like delivery people.
He didn’t like people riding skateboards.
He didn’t like weedwhackers, or lawnmowers, or grass blowers or anyone who was holding those things.
He didn’t like to be too wet or too cold or too hot, and he didn’t like to be bothered while he was sleeping.
He didn’t like it if you tried to take one of his toys.
He didn’t like deer, or squirrels, or bunnies, or mice.
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