I have no memorabilia from my time in the hoosegow, thank goodness.
But there are a few photos of me from my rescue days that I thought I’d share with you. I was pretty happy when I lived at Linda’s Home for Little Lost Dogs, even though Linda thought my name was “Buddy,” or sometimes “Little Buddy.” I told her over and over again that my name was Jax, but I don’t think she could hear me over the noise from all my foster sisters and brothers.
These pictures are small, because I used to be small before I came to live with Legs1 and Legs2. I hope you can see them.
Here I am in all my glory, including my curly tail. I’ll be featuring that in a future blog post.
And here is my noble profile, including evidence of my ex- (wrong) name:
And here I am doing a little soft shoe:
In general, I don’t dwell in the past. I like all four feet pointing forward. But thank you for joining me on this trip down Memory Lane!