In the last year Jackson has proven once again that he is always learning. He earned his Canine Good Citizen (CGC) and did so well that the evaluator didn't even believe his background. He has started training for flyball at the age of 9 (well, estimated...he really thinks he is 5 but he can't read a calendar. The best thing about not having a birthday is that you can be as old as you feel). He has been jumping higher, running faster and pushing me harder everyday.
When asked to describe Jackson's story is just 6 words the only thing I could come up with was "right time, right car, right life". Everyday Jackson proves to me that what is meant to be will be. It is hard to dismiss fate when you trace his journey as wild stray in rural Colorado to a loving family dog living on the east coast. He is one of the lucky ones that was discarded but found the place he was meant to be all along. Which is in my lap, on my couch, in my life and in my heart.
So Jackson, happy gotcha day little buddy.