43 Uncle Jed
My name is Uncle Jed, but you can call me Jed. My foster mom said I could write about myself because I am old enough and have a sad story to tell. I lived somewhere in the McKinleyville, California area. Somehow I found myself tied to the door at the local laundromat in McKinleyville. I am not sure what I did wrong but maybe my age made my owners want to get rid of me. I am about 10 years young and still have some zip in my step. I do have a left hip that sometimes bothers me but I am still an active guy. My foster mom has all kinds of dog beds that I try to hold down most of the day and I sleep through the night too. I use the dog door very well and I love other dog buddies. I am fine with cats too. I also love kids. I am in my golden years as they say but I am an easy going guy that just wants to be loved.