Jake

Five years ago October 22nd, I adopted Jake. Or, rather, Jake decided I was going to adopt him. I’m glad he made his choice – my life hasn’t been the same since.

My little guy is going deaf. He doesn’t hear me opening the front door, he doesn’t come running when I open the kitchen cabinets, and he doesn’t wake up when I take photos of him sleeping. He does, however, know how to pick the comfiest nap spots.

… especially when your assigned tasks were to look cute and demand scratches.

Apparently, Jake’s exhausted from all the hard work he’s been doing. Or else the TV show he was watching was boring.