Introducing...Jack

Video taken by my daughter on her cell phone, sorry about the poor quality

Our dog Jack is what you would call a case study against animal abandonment.  We rescued him from an animal shelter two years ago.  He was quiet, while all the other dogs were busy agitating around.  (Really,who wants to bring home something agitated, right?)  He was our guy.  We picked his name on the spot, Jack the Ripper.  Which turned out to be ironic, once we learned his nature.   Who could have known that his sweet, docile little mind had so many hang-ups?  Seriously.

He is a dog continuously on the edge of a nervous breakdown.   If you clap your hands, he will either jump a mile and pee in fright, or run around in circles in excitement.   After chasing anything that you throw him (after first ducking to make sure you weren't throwing it AT him), he charges off to have a BM.  I have never seen a dog get so excited about playing that makes him run off to take a crap.   He cries at the back door and licks the window panes until someone lets him in the house.  Once in, if we pet him, he gets some sort of asthma attack-- full body shaking, wheezing and coughing and snorting in excitement.  We've learned not to talk to him right away once he's inside, to keep him calm.  If he finds a dead lizard in the yard, he scrubs his body all over it, grunting with pleasure.  (I guess he likes the smell of "eau di rotten").  He howls like a wolf at music, or church bells, or even the telephone ringing.  He hides his kibble, one by one.  Poor little hoarder.

We don't know what happened to our Jack before, but we give lots of love to the poor little freak.  It's the least we can do for him, right?