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Thursday, Jan 27th, 2005 - 01:18AM




Love is a funny thing. You never know where it’s going to come from, when, how and with whom. Sometimes it comes in the most unexpected ways.

For those of you who really know me well, you know of my love for Jake. It’s one of those rare types of love between a person and a dog that’s hard to come by. Wait. Did I mention that Jake’s not my dog…? Technically, that is.

No. Don’t go there. Don’t even start to think of tasteless beastiality jokes.

Cris and Tom (remember my friends wh abandoned me and moved to Texas months ago) adopted Jake five years ago. At the time, Jake was an actor, but not a very good one. He appeared on Tom’s show as a puppy and the minute they met, Tom insisted he had to own Jake.

Months later, Jake was retired by his abusive trainers at the mere age of one and-a-half since he continuously failed to perform on cue. Despite the fact that he was the son of the famous, Murray The Dog on Mad About You, acting wasn’t his thing. Problem was, Jake was terrified of cameras, lights and most men. A losing combination for a dog actor. Post actor life, he wouldn't even look at a camera if you tried to take his picture. An example of this can be seen above in this less than adequate shot.

For years, I lived at the Gibson’s whenever they went on vacations. When they adopted Jake, I had the good fortune of being with him during his first two weeks as a newly released prisoner. Poor Jake was afraid of everyone and everything at first. But after the two weeks I spent with him, he became a different dog. He fell madly in love with my girl, Blue, and never left her side or mine. Jake thought I was his owner and I was convinced he should be and was my dog.

For years, it became a standing joke that Jake only had eyes for me. I begged my friends to give Jake to me over and over again. But my tactics never worked. And when Jake moved to Texas, Blue and I were ruined.

So when Cris called me on Saturday to tell me that Jake was missing, it felt as if someone just told me my best friend was killed in an accident. Somehow Jake escaped from her sister’s yard and he hasn’t been seen since. I can't help but dream that he's hitching a ride to L.A. with some friendly trucker.

I spent most of the day today calling veterinarians and rescues in San Antonio. No luck. I’ll resume my efforts tomorrow.

You might be shrugging your shoulders, not able to understand why I’m so devastated. But if you knew Jake, you’d understand.

Please think good thoughts for Jake. And send him good light.

And thanks to all for all the nice birthday greetings. :)



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