Jake is but a spry fifty! Explains his distinguished silver leeps.
Jake can watch TV.
Jake recognizes animals on TV, especially dogs.
Jake has barked at Sprocket on “Fraggle Rock” and at the Storyteller’s Dog on “Jim Henson’s The Storyteller.”
Here he barks at Dragon Age.
I’m adopting a cat.
It is happening.
His name is Gus.
He doesn’t know that yet.
I pick him up on Saturday.
I am pee-pee jazzed.
I can’t wait to have cat AND dog parade.
He even loafs like Jake!
Now I would ne-e-e-ever get a Halloween costume for Jake. Oh no. I don’t find that hilarious at all.
I was looking.
And I found you a present:
Do you remember this peetiful pup?
Well, Mel adopted her, and now she is now this dog:
HA HA HA HA HAHA AWESOME.
Thank God Pet Airways exists (or will starting in July). I don’t know if I’ll ever use it, but it’s hella nice to have the option, ’cause right now the only way I could ever take 45-lb Jake with me to North Carolina is to drive (not gonna happen) or put him in the cargo hold of a plane for 7-12 hours (also not gonna happen).
But dropping him off for his LA doggie plane and picking him up in D.C.? I know people in D.C.
I also know it would be COMEDY GOLD.