Nov 1999 - Feb 5, 2014
He was such a good old boy. Runt of the litter, left alone at the shelter, hesitant to eat, but a stellar mouse catcher! Terrified of other dogs, but when Jasper joined the family he accepted her as long as she respected his “space bubble”. Craved contact (my mom would hold his paw while he laid next to her reading chair), and like clockwork would remind you about his 7pm peanut-butter-on-his-chew expectations. When the family sat down to eat, he laid under the dinner table— never once begged for food (Jasper could take a few notes on this). He loved his people and we loved him so much! Miss you, buddy!
What’s the opposite of a role model? Me. That would be me.