Captain Jack

My Story: Captain Jack is a mix who was found wandering in Independence (where as you know, they have stringent BSL guidelines). He was transported to a temporary, short term foster, while a foster home or boarding could be arranged. No one claimed Jack the 2 weeks he was here, but there is no doubt that he has been someone’s pet. He is 100% housebroken. No accidents or territorial marking in the house! He got along nicely with the foster’s 15lb terrier. They played well with toys, and he was not at all food aggressive.

He does not get on the furniture, unless he’s invited, but he’s nervous and quickly retreats to the floor. He absolutely LOVES to play with a tennis ball. He will fetch, or catch, until he’s worn out. He’d make an excellent outfielder for the Royals, ‘cause he rarely misses that ball coming down! If someone had time to work with him, I think he could be a great Frisbee dog too. He knows the commands “sit” and “shake”, and we’re working on “off/down”, and “kennel up”. He’s very treat motivated to perform! He responds well to a firm “no” or “unh-unh”. He does need some leash work. We found that a Weiss Walkie gave us much more control with him.

He likes to ride in the car. He immediately nudges the window so that you’ll put it down. He likes to let his ears flap in the wind. *Warning* if the window is open too far, he will try to go out the moment you stop. He will also VERY nonchalantly step over a chain link fence that is less than 4’ high. Just the last few days he has exhibited some separation anxiety issues while kenneled.

He is a big, lover boy. A little stingy with his kisses, but lots of smiles! He is an excellent watch dog. He alerts you most of the time without barking. He is not an overly vocal dog, but he will sound the alarm if and when an unannounced guest comes into your house(just ask my husband)!

Note from Captain Jack: Captain Jack’s my name, love.

My crew, unbeknownst to me, was a scurvy bunch of mutineers. They pulled anchor as I slept (or maybe I was passed out!) and let our ship drift. I was stripped of my tags, ergo my identity. I was forced to unceremoniously walk the plank. I escaped with my life, but why is the rum gone?! I was plucked from the briny drink by the cookie of a passing ship. He stowed me in the galley, due to something called BSL. I did use wit and trickery to escape on a few occasions, so now I’m doing a stint in the brig. That mouthy little monkey who guards the keys, is not good company for a man of my countenance. I’ve learned that swearing and rattling the bars, do not earn me any favors with my hosts. Sometimes, with only the light of the moon to guide us, we sail. I have been privy to feel the wind and the ocean’s spray on my face, as I hung my head out the porthole on the starboard side of the vessel. Idle hours spent away from my own ship, have given me a chance to reflect. Maybe, it’s time for me to earn an honest living. I’m very civilized in many ways. My grooming is impeccable. I maintain my sinewy figure through daily workouts. Although, I’m considered a savage by many, my exceptional manners make me worthy of dining at the Governor’s table. I would graciously accept his hospitality (especially, if there’s rum!), and repose on his finest linens! If you’re looking for a new first mate…Jump on this opportunity love, or you will always remember this as, the day that you ALMOST got Captain Jack! Savvy?