My name is Jack.  I was very sad when I first came here on 10/13/2002.

I came from Kentucky.  My mom had died and my dad didn't want me.

My first Christmas here I got to be an angel...until somebody ate my halo.

I like to help out in the yard.  I'm very good at holding down piles of dirt.

Sometimes I just sit and worry.

I don't like to come in when there's a lot of other dogs in here.

OK, I'll come in, but I won't look!