It’s finally time to officially meet Jax, my part-time sous-chef and full-time shadow. I had planned to post about him last month to commemorate our first full year together (I adopted him on my birthday last year–happy birthday to me!), but I’m still trying to regain some blogging rhythm, so here’s to our one-year-and-one-month anniversary!
If we are Facebook friends, you’re probably familiar with Jax as he is one of the two things I actually post about with any regularity (the other is Castle, aka the best TV show ever). But you might not know a lot about him other than what you’ve seen in the photos, since I never posted on my old blog or anywhere else about adopting him. Photos of him just sort of started infiltrating my Facebook wall a few months after I got him. It took me awhile to share him with other people because part of me was afraid that I wasn’t going to be able to keep him, and I didn’t want to have to worry about explaining the sudden lack of dog should that have happened.
As I mentioned, I brought Jax home on my birthday last year, after he had been fostered at my work (the doggie daycare) since about January. He apparently knew I was supposed to be his mom before I knew he was supposed to by my dog–he would follow me around; when I went on breaks, he would wait in the vicinity of the door for me to come back; and when I did my overnights, he would snuggle in with me no matter how little space there was for him. I think I realized he was supposed to be my dog when his adoption agency told us sometime in March that they were sending him to an adoption fair. I had this moment of “They can’t do that–they can’t give someone else my dog.” I immediately filled out an adoption application and started negotiating with my landlady to see if she would allow me to have a dog in the apartment. She agreed to let me have him there on a trial basis, noting that if any of the other tenants complained about noise or anything, she reserved the right to ask me to give him back. (This was one of the reasons I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep Jax–he had a tendency to bark for a few minutes after I’d put him in his kennel when I left the apartment, so I was living in fear that I’d get a call or email from my landlady saying “Nice try, but he’s gotta go”). Once everything with the adoption was final, he was clear to come home with me! So at 8am on April 8, we got on the bus for our first (of many) bus ride together. I could tell he was extremely uncomfortable on the bus, but he was such a trooper.
The only other hiccup for us was the cats (my cat Marvin and my roommate-at-the-time’s cat Bella). Jax’s adoption profile had said he was very energetic and might be too “over the top” for cats, so I knew it would be a tough adjustment, if it was one that could be made at all. I was blinded by dogmom love, though, so I was convinced that my love for both boys would be like magic and make everything work out fine. No such luck though. Over the past year, he and Marvin have had many meetings, and all of them have failed (Marvin is not fond of him at all because he’s a dog, and Jax will always view cats on the same level as he views squirrels, aka as things to chase), so I am resigned to the fact that a friendship between them is not going to happen. But don’t worry! Marvin is doing fine–he resides in Ellie’s room for the most part and has kind of become Ellie’s cat, which he honestly probably would have been when we found him had she not been living in a dorm; she is loving her role as cat mom, except for the fact that he demands breakfast at 4 in the morning.
It’s been a boisterous year (can a year be boisterous? my ever-editing english major brain wants to make sure I’m not making an embarrassing grammar mistake…), but we have settled into a routine back here in Ohio, and Jax seems to be taking to it well. He loves hanging out in the kitchen (hello floor food!), going to the dog park and for walks, eating, riding in the car, following his routine (he gets visibly upset when his routine varies, it’s ridiculous, but I am basically the same way), and playing with his toys. Oh, and did I mention eating? Food might be his favorite thing. After his mom, of course 🙂 He hates baths/water in general, men make him nervous, and he doesn’t do well with new people until he understands them (he’s uncomfortable with unpredictability). He’s also quirky in that even once he knows people, he doesn’t always like them–he’ll tolerate them and be mostly friendly, but is definitely picky about his people. Essentially, I am the only person he likes 100% of the time. For everyone else, he’ll jump on you and nip at your hands to try and herd you when he first meets you, but usually if you give him a cookie, he’ll be convinced to maybe tolerate you for the duration of your visit. He’s a nutty, slightly neurotic dog, but he’s my babydog, and I wouldn’t change him for anything.