You’re probably wondering what a puppy dragon is, and I promise we’ll get to that, but first a little about myself.
Most people have never heard of a Toy Jackweenie and I’m pretty sure that’s because I’m the first! Toy Jackweenie hardly conveys how truly cool I am, but it’s fairly unique – just like me. I was born unwanted to a purebred Dachshund mom. The product of a romp with the handsome, roguish, neighborhood Jack Russell/Toy Fox Terrier. How do I know he was handsome? Well jeez. Just look at me. A handsome chestnut stallion like myself doesn’t come from anything less than super good looking stock.
My handsome self.
Myself, my brothers, and my sister were sent off to a high kill shelter somewhere in Ohio. It might have been the end of the line for us if we weren’t taken in by a Michigan rescue. I had no doubt that anyone who saw me would want me instantly, but I did have my doubts that my runt brother would find a home. Nobody should have that many spots. A few make a dog even more handsome and adorable. Too many and you look like you wanted to be a Dalmatian but couldn’t quite cut it.
I spent a few days with this woman who had lots of dogs. And then it happened. My future momma walked into my basement. She had someone else with her, a person I would later discover was called ‘Dude’ and gave the best itches in the world. I couldn’t believe it. My momma had found me so fast! But then she asked the woman to take me and all of my brothers outside to play with us. Seriously? Even goofy Spot boy?
Outside she played with my bigger brother. Psh. What an oversized brute. Then she held Spot. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I started telling her how cool I really was and how she should take me home. I couldn’t help it that I was a little overexcited. So it kind of came out like crying. She finally got the hint though and picked me up. Once I was outside the fence I checked out a few good smelling spots, then I took up my rightful place. I sat on her foot. When I looked up at her face I knew I had closed the deal. I’d finally found my furever home. You can see a very accurate re-enactment of that initial shoe sit below.
Re-enacting the foot-sit at home
After some crazy stuff with a lot of papers, Dude and my new momma took me down near a big silver car. Dude started putting some clanky thing together and momma tried to make sure I didn’t wander off. I had no intentions of going anywhere. You don’t just sit on a foot unless you intend to stay with that foot. Then momma said something I couldn’t believe. “Do you think I did the right thing?” I couldn’t help it. What about taking me home wasn’t the right thing? Another less than manly cry slipped out. I quickly tried to cover it up with a little bark. It came out like another cry. Darn puppy vocal chords. Momma got the hint and picked me up.
After a pretty short trip (at least it seems like it’s short when you sleep the whole way) I reached my new home. On the way we picked up the best thing in the whole world. A MEMA. I didn’t even know what a mema was until momma handed me to this woman with gray hair. I wanted to lick her face so much but I couldn’t really get close enough.
It was a crazy first day. A Dude. A Mema. And a Momma. Way more than I ever thought a little stray Toy Jackweenie like myself would have. I hoped my brothers and sisters found somewhere nice with at least a good momma. Even goofy little Spot. We had a rough start in life, but I was pretty sure mine was about to get really awesome. I had no idea.