Today, though it should’ve been yesterday really, we are remembering Jack or Little Jack(et Potato) as he was known.
Jack’s most favourite day of the whole year was when the clocks go back an hour for British Summer Time.
He loved that day. Jack had a tummy clock that was accurate to the last nano-second. At precisely 17:00 to the minute, he would start barking to tell you to feed him immediately! So on the one day of the year when his supper arrived an hour early, his little face would light up and all his birthdays arrived at once.
When the clocks went back for the hour in winter, was also “Worst Day Ever” and torture not just for Jack but for us all.
Little Jack came to us in his senior years – this is his actual please-adopt-me face – from a Dog Rescue Forum (I should not look at those pages). Upon arrival, we quickly discovered that he was a wordly runaway who had the mouth of a navvy with a bad case of Tourettes. He was very vocal and determined and BeAnne certainly learned a lot from him.
In his very last years, Jack remained his usual determined self but he went blind. Every day we would take him on the slowest dog walk in the world. A friend knitted him a beautiful coat which he modelled on her Ravelry webpage – Jack’s Jacket
Dearest Jack. We do miss him. He was a huge character and loved by us all. His enthusiasm for life and food, mostly food really, was immense and yesterday was for him. Jack’s Day.
(watch the video with the sound up – you can hear him talk!)