My name is Jack!

Jack wasn’t looking for a new home—he just needed a safe place to land. One day, he appeared near our house, a little rough around the edges but with a quiet confidence that said he’d seen a lot. We think he’s around nine years old, though his spirit is still young. He was drawn to our home, likely because we already had another dog, and before long, he started hanging around more often. We fed him, gave him space, and he stayed.

Our neighbors found him first and had his microchip scanned. That’s how we learned his name: Jack. But when they contacted the person listed on the chip, they were told, “We don’t have a dog.” Just like that, Jack’s past was a mystery—and his future was ours to shape.

Jack quickly proved himself to be more than just a stray. He became our unofficial guard dog, always alert but never aggressive. He kept the critters at bay and even had a few run-ins with the neighbor’s donkey, earning some battle scars along the way. At one point, he was run over by a truck trailer—but somehow, Jack pulled through. Tough doesn’t even begin to describe him.

Despite everything, Jack has a heart of gold. He loves people, greets everyone with a wagging tail, and has a gentle soul that shines through his rugged exterior. He’s a survivor, a protector, and a friend.

As much as we love Jack, we’ve come to realize he needs more space and care than we can give. But we know he’s ready for his next chapter—with someone who sees the same strength, loyalty, and love that we do.