Jake

 Griffin had been given a pug named Poppy when he was in high school. Poppy was a delightful little dog. I knew Griff still has a fondness for pugs.

I figured that William wouldn't feel threatened by a small pug and would most likely enjoy the company.

I decided to make the world a little better and have fun doing it, so I volunteered with the Green Mountain Pug Rescue to be a foster mom.

A week later Jake arrived.

He was a bundle of frayed nerves.

Poor guy was dying to be loved, but he would cringe any time a hand went near him and he'd bolt at any fast movement or unexpected noise.

Well, he's been here for 2 weeks and he's a different dog! Here I'm doing the "supine stretch" that helps to keep me walking without pain.

Jake follows me from room to room.

I soon learned that he would be content to stay on the floor instead of in my lap if he had one of my old sweaters to curl up with.

Here he is under my desk while I'm checking my emails. As I write this post, he is in the same place, sound asleep.

Jake is still cautious when meeting new people, but now it only takes him a few minutes to make friends.

He loves to run...and he's surprisingly FAST. He and William hang out peacefully and will occasionally play together. Jake has also tried to groom Jennie, our cat, and she hasn't objected at all.

He's 3 1/2 years old, needed all of his shots, needed to be neutered, to have his nose fixed, and to have his teeth cleaned. The rescue group took care of the vet bill and his stitches get removed this coming Saturday.

Jake gets to sleep on my lap when I watch television. He has decided that life is good.