About 15 years ago, my oldest daughter was in college and she found a dog she called Jake. Ridgeback, Chow, Lab mix. I call him Cousin Jake. Now, my daughter and her husband and two kids live outside of a small South Georgia farming town and Cousin Jake is known throughout the county. He will occasionally run away after a storm and be gone for 2 days to 3 weeks. We will come back, beat to shit, but happy as can be. Jake Loves Kids. My favorite story is my daughter got a call from her neighbor about 1/4 mile away. "Jake is over here when you want to come get him." She is thinking he killed a chicken or tore up their garden, but when she gets there, the whole family is out in the yard rubbing Jake's belly. Apparently, the little girl was at the end of the country road on her bike and a stray dog started chasing the little girl on the bike. Cousin Jake appeared out of the woods, whipped the stray and trotted next to the girl, back to her house. If I could clone a dog, it would be Cousin Jake. Today, is Cousin Jake's last day on earth.