Jefferson

Jefferson, age 10-12

MATCHED

Update 7/10/12:

Yes, the veterinarian thinks he’s over ten years old, but obviously no one told Jefferson (and don’t you go telling him).  The word that best describes him is “spry.”  In the yard, he trots over to a clump of grass to relieve himself in a ladylike squat.  He’s all boy, but he doesn’t have the need to be all macho about it.

Another good word for Jefferson is “amazing.” He jumped right into the back of the car and rode quietly home.  He walked into the house like he’d been there his whole life.  He went out in the backyard and took care of business.  He crashed on the floor with the rest of the crew.  He patiently waited for dinner.  He didn’t scarf down his food and he didn’t beg for more.  He even slept peacefully through a couple of hours of being left alone in the house, with access to all kinds of trouble.

As you can tell, he’s very adaptable. He fit himself into the household immediately.  He barely looked at the cats, who both rolled their eyes at him, thinking, “oh no, not another dog.”  He also barely noticed the 2 dogs who were busy sniffing every inch of him.  He really only wanted to be next to people. In fact, he has no clue about the concept of personal space.  His space is as close to a person as he can get!  It can be a bit difficult to walk when you have a 73-pound dog right in front of you!  Luckily he doesn’t get up on the furniture, or you might have a 73-pound dog in your lap every time you sat down.

Jefferson’s more of a lover than a player.  He passes right by all the toys and balls and stuffed animals that are strewn around the house and goes right for the lovin’.  He’s an attention hog for sure.  If he could talk (or sing), he’d be singing Barry White and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Stay tuned for lots more from Mr. Jefferson.  He was singing the blues before he got to GRR, but I have a feeling he’ll be dancing a jig once his heartworm treatment is over 

Watch him in action at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fpikb3hDxNA

Update 7/8/12:

Independence Day had a personal meaning for Jefferson: on July 3, he was just one day away from being put to sleep. Luckily a volunteer from another shelter spotted  the big, handsome guy and his tiny buddy (they’d been picked up running stray together) and said, “We have room for these two. I’ll pull them.” And that’s why Jefferson spent July 4 getting ready for freedom!  With his release paperwork in order, he received his official GRR number (#81) and, on July 5, motored down the road to the vet.  

His foster mom says, “What a sweetheart!  After only a few hours at my house, I know that this guy should be easy to adopt.  He not only gets along with my 2 dogs, but he gets along with cats too!  I couldn't help but take a few pictures to pass along.  He was also great in the car.  And housebroken.  And lay quietly while I brushed out his mats.  And wants to be right next to me.”

Updates soon.

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