Named after Popeye's girlfriend, she's the most loyal dog you will ever find, which I did... on the street. She had no qualities of a street dog: approachable, friendly, trusting. When I was in the vicious world of breastfeeding she would get up with me at every feeding, at any hour of the night and wait with me while I tended to baby. The nights that I would fall asleep in the baby's room, she would jump on the bed and sleep with me. All she requires in return are pets... lots and lots of pets.
Sir Jersey Boy.
People often say that I love Jersey the most. The truth is, Jersey loves me the most. A puppy mill rescue, no one had much hope that he would ever get past the skittish, nervous, pacing back and forth energy that was ingrained in him. He is my loyal companion, my loyal companion. Husband sometimes jokes that Jersey would walk through hell and back if it meant finding me. I guess it would be a joke if it weren't probably true. Poor guy. I'm sure he endured the "wringer" on too many occassions. Everyone said he was a mess. I thought he was perfect... and now he is.