From commentor JAHILL10:
The first picture is of Jake the day we brought him home from the Philadelphia SPCA in 2005. All head and legs, wormy, hungry, and happy to be someplace other than the shelter. My husband and I went there looking for a “scruffy dog” about two years after my Scottie dog of 14 years, Bonny, had died of cancer. I was resistant to the idea but my husband thought that “it was time” to find a new puppy to love. But after walking up and down aisles of abandoned, full grown pit bulls we were about to give up. I also had two cats at the time, one a dainty, elderly calico, and I was fearful of bringing a dog capable of chomping a cat in half into the house. I wanted something apartment sized, Bonny-sized… I was ready to walk out and try another day. My husband, on the other hand, decided to go exploring. Ignoring KEEP OUT signs, police tape, and orange pylons separating the adoptable dogs from the new arrivals he strolled down the forbidden zone and suddenly yells to me from across the shelter. “Come here! You need to meet this one.” Embarrassed and muttering, I reluctantly went to him and there in a holding pen was the scruffiest dog imaginable, skinny and adorable. Our eyes met and my husband said that was that.
It took some doing. Jake had just been dropped off at the PSPCA from Animal Control who had picked him up roaming the streets so they hadn’t had the chance to put him through the usual screening and he had to be “tutored” before they would let us take him home and our landlord had to be convinced that the pet deposit was still in effect, but we were determined. I went from reluctant window shopper to true believer in no time flat. We named him Jake and after we fully realized how lucky we had been to happen upon one of the best doggies ever, we sometime call him “Jackpot” Jake.
It wasn’t all easy. We found at first that he was deathly afraid of children, especially running and yelling children because, we assumed, he had been chased by kids when he was living on the streets. After some basic obedience school and a lot of practice, he is much better around kids. Around adults he is the happiest, most welcoming soul in the world. A scritichy-scratch on the spot above his tail will win you a lifetime friend. And somehow Jake knew how to sit up and beg without being taught. He took my cats in stride and sometimes acts more like a cat than a dog. And overlaying all of that is an almost lethal level of cuteness. The second picture is of him three years later chasing his ball in the park. We wouldn’t trade him for the world.
“Hope is that thing inside us that insists…that something better awaits us if we have the courage to fight for it.” –Barack Obama