Jack

The first time I saw Jack, I thought he had the coolest "Here I come, world, ready or not" strut. He was being led out of a local pet store by someone in a store apron. I assumed he was there to see the vet or get a bath. After completing my business inside, I stopped to speak to someone in the rescue group by the store entrance. In came Jack and his person. He came to me, put his front feet on my legs, and looked up at me with the softest chocolate-brown eyes I've ever seen, short tail wagging madly. As I scratched his head and commented on what a good-looking and friendly dog he was, the attached person said he was there with the rescue group and up for adoption. Game over. We left together, and I still think he's a really cool little dog.