Sparky picked him for me.

Sparky, light of my life, died on October 1, 2007. I was so bereft but had heard from a young woman just the week before that wanted to rehome her Wheaten. I told her I would have to find a foster home for him and would get back to her. A few days later, Sparky became very ill and unresponsive and collapsed in the vet’s office. So a week later, I met the woman in Richmond and took Jack as a foster.

There was probably never really much of a question that Jack would stay with me. When we got home that evening, he jumped up on the sofa and snuggled up to me like he had never lived anywhere else.

Ultimately, because he is such a jumper, I registered him as Jack In The Box, but in retrospect I should have called him Jack Of Hearts because he certainly mended mine.