The Time Jacques Saved the Day

Jacques never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes it’s his cuteness. Sometimes it’s his tenacity. Most of the time it’s his insanity. But one day last February when Rocky was still with us… He really came through for me. And for Rocky. I think about that day and even now am still amazed.

I was in the kitchen & noticed Jacques at the back door. I made eye contact with him and watched him turn around and run, but before he got out of eyesight, he turned and looked at me, looked off to the side, then ran off again. It made me think that something was wrong – especially because Rocky was nowhere to be seen. I ran out the back door and found Rocky splayed out on the icy snow. One leg was twisted and turned backwards – I thought it might have been broken. He was struggling to get up and crying. I ran over to him and was somehow able to get his legs under him so that he could stand up. The whole time I worked on Rocky, Jacques was running laps around us and barking as if he was telling Rocky, “Come on! You can do it!”

Rocky’s foot was bloody from a cut caused by the icy snow, but he was able to limp towards the back door. Most of the way there he couldn’t put weight on his back foot, but by the time we made it inside he was able to walk. Thankfully he wound up being okay, just a little shaken up. Jacques followed us the whole time, barking his encouragement. (Okay, I don’t speak dog, so I have no idea what he was “saying,” but this is my story and I say he was barking encouragement, so that’s what we’re going with.) Had Rocky been out there much longer, he might not have been able to walk back to the house on his own. I’m not sure what I would have done, but I’m thankful I didn’t have to think about that.

I was so proud of Jacques and so pleased (and surprised to be honest) that he was able to alert me that something was wrong. He got lots of extra treats, hugs, and kisses that night.

And that was the time Jacques saved the day.


Giving Thanks

(Or… Thank You, Meghan!!)

As I was going to check my mailbox last night, I was greeted by a large, yellow, goofy dog with sweet eyes and a super waggily tail. I could tell he was young (under a year) and that he belonged or had belonged to someone because he would sit on command and he would throw his paw at me in an attempt to shake. He had a collar, but sadly no tags. I asked a neighbor if they knew who’s dog he was and she said he had followed her from the other side of the neighborhood – about a mile away. (Apparently he had followed another one of my neighbors around too.)

I knocked on doors and tried to find anyone who recognized him. After quite some time walking in the cold, I decided to have my husband come pick me up (I’ve been quite under the weather and just couldn’t stay outside any longer). Before my husband to get to me, the pup had wandered up to a house and acted like it was very familiar to him, then he disappeared. We drove back a little later looking for him but didn’t see him. I hope he found his home.

When I got home that night and was greeted by my dancing and barking Jacques, I got a little teary-eyed. I thought about that big yellow dog following everyone and couldn’t help but think about Jacques’s story.

Jacques had followed some people who were out for a walk in the cold and the snow. He followed them to their home and sat on their doorstep looking into their warm house. I can’t imagine how scared and cold he was – but his luck was about to change. A wonderful person – Meghan – took him home with her. That night, Jacques was safe in a warm house and surrounded by love. Meghan took such good care of him. When she couldn’t locate his owners through phone calls or ads in the paper, she started looking for a forever home for him. And then my life changed forever.

My husband and I joke about Jacques all the time, but at the end of the day we both say how lucky we are and how Jacques has turned out to be such a good boy. He really is.


So, Meghan, thank you for being so kindhearted and for caring for Jacques. He was just what my heart needed. You, Jacques, and my wonderful husband are a few of the many things I’m thankful for today and every day.

The First Snow of the Year

(Or… If A Snowplow and A Pig Had a Lovechild, This Is What It Would Be Like)

Jacques loves being warm. He loves sunning himself outside, perching in front of the fire, snuggling in fluffy blankets, and hogging the space heater. But apparently he also loves to run, roll, plow, and grunt in the snow.

If you listen closely to the video, you can hear him grunting. And you can hear my husband and me giggling.

As the day went on, we got more snow… maybe two inches. Each time we let Jacques outside. He would do the same thing – run in circles, plow through the snow with his face, and do doggie somersaults. I think his best was about six somersaults in a row.

Anytime he came back inside, we would towel him off to try to get the matted snow off him (usually to no avail). It didn’t matter much because he would wind up in front of the fire to warm himself then want to go outside and do it all over again.


So, I guess he likes to run through the snow as long as there’s a fire to warm up by. Such a ruff life he leads!