The Revenge of Jake the Pup # 1

So this is Jakes 2nd week home alone, and I think I actually adopted underdog...not just a poor innocent little puppy that her pretends to be. Jake HATES me leaving the house. He loves to be around me, like most puppies...he follows me around the house and doesn't like to let me out of his site. So he is pissed when I leave!

When I got Jake I knew he was the perfect dog for me! He was amazing and we bonded right away. He is a little bit of a dork and so am I...perfect for each other.

Jake was having accidents in my apartment the first few days (2 to be exact) and so everyone said to me...oh he is not potty trained, you should get him a cage...dogs like cages and the cage becomes like "home" to the dog and blah blah blah. Well Jake hates the cage. It lasted about 4 days until he BROKE out! Not unlatching it by a fluck, but KNOCKED the front of the cage out! Yes.

I come home at lunch to find all of his toys around the apartment. I think to myself..."I picked those up before I left...how did they all get out again". Jake jumps off the couch and runs over to me..."HI, HI, HI". I say..."well hi Jake, how did you get out of your cage?" I walk into the bedroom and question answered. The front door is KNOCKED down!! Seriously, getting that cage together, I had to put my foot on it and pull with my both hands to get it to latch! That thing was secure and NOT easy to unlatch.

Anyway, I decide to leave him out of the cage, because well he hates it, and he is doing just fine staying out of the cage. No accidents around the house in about 1 week.

BUT Jake barks. AND again, people said...oh he will only bark for an hour or so...but NO, Jake barks from the time I walk out of the house until the time I get back home. that is like 9 1/2 hrs, if I do not have to go shopping or stop and pick something up on the way home.

Lets be honest...if he keeps that up both Jake and I are going to be on the street...homeless.

So I ask around and a trainer tells me that I need to get a a muzzle for him. Ok. I get one and the week is going great. No barking...haha...cuz he can't.

I come home yesterday to a quite house and for some reason I can't get in the door. I unlocked it, HOWEVER the flip latch had somehow flipped over. Jake had done it. My friend (Dave)tells me...don't worry about it, it was just a one time thing. Chances of that happening again are one in a million. I agree....how foolish of me.

Today I go to work...come home at lunch...take Jake out...go back to work...hit the gym...come home and I can't get into my house. Jake has flipped the LATCH again. And this time it was ALL the way over!!! WTF! I can open the door about 3 inches...you know so that it opens as far as the latch will let it. So I have to open and close the door again and again and again thinking OMG this super dog has jumped up 4 feet and flipped the latch to lock me out...I know he is thinking "HAHA leave me and see what is happening bitch". Every time the door open the 3 inches Jake sticks his butt up in the air and puts his head and paws all the way down and rushes forward..."HI...HI...why aren't you coming in...HI" I finally BREAK my way into my own house and Jake is standing there...."HI HI HI" he BARKS..yes Barks. He had managed to rip his muzzle off. Not undo the latch in the back, not pull it off his face, not even break it along a seam...but RIP it off! I had to sew it back together until I can actually go and get another one.

So why do I can my dog is underdog in disguise:
I have a 23 lb 7 mth year old puppy who has:
*Broken out of a cage that should be able to hold dogs up to 40lbs
*Locked me out of my own house twice
*Ripped a muzzle off of his face!

One thing makes me think that he may not be a super hero...My boyfriend came over last Friday night after work...he gets off at like 1:30 so he get to my place at like 2 am. Jake hears the door lock click and he rushes towards the door. Dirk walks in and Jake starts barking. Dirk playfully jumps towards Jake and Jake rushes into the bedroom (still barking) and stands behind me pocking his head around my legs barking at Dirk like crazy. He may not be an attack dog yet, but at least he will let me know when someone comes in!

But besides that minor incident I am convinced that I have adopted underdog and I love him, How could I not, he crawls under the covers in the morning while I am in the shower. I did pick the perfect dog for me.