Jake is my dog, he is an American Mastiff who is about 150 pounds and three feet tall. My dad wanted a large dog for as long as I can remember, so in the spring of 2006 we we're put on a breeder's a waiting list. Later that year, on Christmas Eve my parents had left our house at around 2 o'clock in the afternoon and hadn't got back until 6 o'clock. When they got back my mom came in and told she had a very big surprise for us. She yelled out the door to my dad, and then he came in with the largest dog I had ever seen. At first I was scared because he was about the size of me, so I ran to the top of the couch. We learned that he came from a family who couldn't keep him anymore. Soon we became used to him and we're playing in no time. He used to drag my sisters and me off the couch playing tug of war, sometimes my dad too. Now Jake is eight years old, but he still loves to play.
