Hey there, hello there, how are you there? Sorry, my old music teacher used to greet me like this and for whatever reason, that’s how I wanted to start this. Wanna fight about it?
Today, I have the distinct pleasure to bring to you a pupper that many are familiar with. With some prodding, I finally got one of our long time readers, Jess aka MissMerrrr and one of the few I have actually met in person, to share her sweet little friend, Blind Jack Jack.
Blind Jack Jack (BJJ) wasn’t always blind. He was more like Ray Charles, who lost his vision at an early age, unlike Clarence Carter who was born blind musician and singer/songwriter of my favorite Christmas song “Backdoor Santa”. It is about exactly what you’d think. Jack became Blind Jack Jack around age two where he slowly lost his vision. Even without his vision, the vet gave him a clean bill of health, minus being a bit thicc but he’s happy as can be.
Jess adopted Jack from the Humane Society in San Antonio, Texas and it was love at first sight. Funny story, he was so tiny that his collar was technically a cat collar. Even funnier, it took him two months of growth and love for him to be able to finally go up and down the stairs on his own.
BJJ has many skills. One of them is assisting in picking up women. Jess’ male friends would borrow him as puppies are known kryptonite. Thankfully for one particular friend, Dawson, Jess would play along with “Dawson’s puppy” as a good friend would. You’re welcome, Dawson.
Blind Jack Jack is a traveller. He’s done the drive from Austin to Virginia, flown commercial and travels extensively to breweries, baseball games and out and about the world. If you recall correctly from our friend Taylor, BJJ and Baloo are good friends, crushing the nap game together. BJJ also has a great friend in Virginia named Chica. They play tug of war, go on walks, explore the wilderness and get into things together.
Although he’s blind and a little guy, don’t let that fool you, he punches way above his weight class in the spirit department. He loves to wrestle and play, regardless of the size of the other dog. It’s the fight in the dog, not the dog in the fight, after all. Fortunately, even after Jack became his final form, Blind Jack Jack, Jess is a great owner/friend to him and trained him (with the aid of bacon) to walk up stairs into the bed and bought rugs so he knows where he is.
I’m told to not feel sorry for Blind JackJack, the little dude is incredibly happy and still living his best life. Sure, he sometimes thinks he’s barking at an intruder but is really barking at a wall or chair. And sometimes he thinks he’s sitting near us in the living room, but really he’s sitting behind us near the door. And yes he sometimes gets “lost” in the backyard at Chica’s house and Jess has to go and help him get back to the dog door, but despite all that he is happy, healthy, loving, smart, and damn adorable.
I have some openings now so if you’ve been holding off, please send me your pet you’d like to highlight, whether it’s a dog, cat, bird, lizard, snake or what have you, please send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org titled, “Pet of the Week” along with some information about your pet, Twitter handle, a few pictures for the article and Twitter. I cannot promise when it will be published, but I will do my very best to bring a new face and story every Friday at noon for your viewing pleasure.