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It seems as though Jake is not coming back from his morning ablutions. Yesterday, with temperatures around 100-plus, Pam and I both made walkabouts around his favorite haunts, without success.

Jake was known for running. He would entice and encourage any other dog nearby to join him in the hunt.
Usually, he hunted rabbits. And sometimes, he had to defend against coyotes.
He was known to stand defiantly, barking and blustering at his tormentors, who, I’m told, sometimes numbered in the 20+ range.
Imagine having 20 coyotes all around you, each one moving in, just when you’re facing the other way! I had seen him dealing with smaller numbers of coyotes in this way, but a neighbor practically swears that there were more than twenty, when he saw Jake fending off their attacks out in the desert near his house.
Steve, you may have been exaggerating the odds, but I think Jake was just the kind of dog to accept those odds.

We first met Jake down at the Pima County dog pound, back in 2000. He was lying in a kennel in the “adoptable” block, quiet and uninterested in the folks making their way past the available dogs.
That’s what I first noticed about him, that he wasn’t interested in the attentions of passersby.
I mentioned to Pam that he seemed to be a pretty good dog, so we took him out for a walk.
Later that week, we became the new caretakers of the first dog Pam had ever owned.
Here he is, recovering from his neutering.

We quickly learned of his propensity for running, and took him out on a number of off-road bicycling trips in the desert.
This was in addition to all the junkets he made on his own.

Once, we took a vacation, and left him with some friends.

Kim, Barb, et al, we’re sorry about that!
He decided to go out exploring. And you, unfortunately, experienced the same heartache Pam and I have experienced so many times, whenever he felt the urge to go.

He was a dog apart, who knew what he wanted, hang the consequences.

Not long after we got Jake, I had found a stray out near Eloy (another story in and of itself), and brought her back to the Ranch.
Well, let the hilarity ensue.
Those two would feed off of each other’s enthusiasm, to the point of staying out hunting into the wee hours of the night. A bath was their only real punishment for such truancy. The greater punishment was meted out to our neighbors, who became part of a lost dog network set up by Pam.
Whenever the two dogs made their way out into the desert unattended, the network was alerted. More often than not, they’d end up at a fellow woodworker’s house, about a quarter mile away.
Thanks to both Dick and Priscilla for taking the time to call us up, and letting us know that Jake and Koki were still alive.
And thanks to all the other neighbors who happened to find a couple of dogs needing water.

I hope the cookies/cakes/pies Pam baked for your efforts made up for the inconvenience.

That deal still stands for anyone finding our errant animals.

There’ll be others, most likely.

Goodby, Jake. Thanks.



  1. NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That dog was very special (and to me)– sorry for your loss– 😦

  2. I feel your pain. its been four years and I’m just now getting back to getting another baby for me

  3. Sorry for your loss, Tom and Pam. Jake’s life was made so much better because of you.

  4. Thanks, people. Pam’s already hinting about another rescue.

  5. Sorry to hear about Jake. I know when we lost our Great Dane, Beazer, it was awful. It seems the more mischief they get into the more you love’m

  6. My heart goes out to you Tom. I would always rather have the grief of losing them, over never having them in my life at all.

  7. Thanks, Bob and Karin. Hey, I still might find a few days to get out to SD before the mast’s up!

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