Jack Daniels

Jack Daniels We rescued Winfred from the local shelter. What a name. he was there for a month with no savior. He was nervous. He jumped a lot. He **** a lot. He wanted to be loved. I can't help but wonder what he went through on the streets. He must have been terrified. Abandoned? separation anxiety? beaten? Abused in some of many ways? Our college daughter christened him Jack Daniels. Fitting. He's chewed our kitchen chairs into the trash. I don't blame him. I'm gentle with him. I think I understand him in a way. I guess in some ways he and I are opposite sides of the same coin. Emotionally frightened. Desperate to keep our people laughing and loving us and not beating us or sending us to our crates. The tone in your voice can beat me down like an old shoe. I just want to make you happy! I try so hard. I failed so often.