Jack Man the Pibbles

active social life, so she kept me in a crate all the time. When “my girl” was home, she let me out of my crate, but a puppy didn’t really fit into her lifestyle. I wanted so badly to share my enthusiasm for life, but she was just too tired and she put me right back in the crate. I really thought some day she would see how much fun I was and spend more time with me. I stayed with “my girl” for several months and grew into a handsome 55 lb adolescent dog with tons of pent up energy from being crated all the time. Without getting the exercise necessary for any dog, I became starved for attention and fun. “My girl” stopped loving me and started referring to me as a “problem”. I was no different than any other puppy my age, but I guess “my girl” was just not ready to be a fur-mom. And then the awful day came - “my girl” decided she didn’t want me around anymore, so she took me to Pasco County Animal Services. It was the saddest day of my life! I kept wondering what I did wrong and I promised “my girl” I would never do it again. But she left me there without a care in the world and I was frightened and all alone. The next several weeks at PCAS was confusing. People came and went, testing me to see if I was “adoption material”. I did really well! I was never aggressive to anyone. Still lacking someplace to run and play, I had all of this pent up energy. When I finally got to leave the kennel, I got so excited I jumped up and played tug with my leash (I didn’t have any other toys), trying hard to get someone to see how much fun I am. This upset the volunteers and workers. I was put on the 72 hour urgent list and was scheduled to be euthanized. Can you believe my life was going to end because I wanted to play a game of tug?? Me neither!!! Thankfully, one special worker at PCAS saw what a great guy I am and put out a plea on FB to save my life. A good Samari