My Sophisticated Rake
He’s my sophisticated Rake,
He’s my sophisticated Jake.
He stays in hotels,
And he dines on steak
He’s my sophisticated Rake
He’s my sophisticated Jake
I have a friend; he goes in and out with me. Many think he is my shadow, and in a way he is. As my protector and friend, his elegantly large black form is rarely far from my side as his piercing brown eyes stare down any and all oncomers; his black ears tipped sharply alert for sounds of danger. To strangers, his always-tense muscular body is a formidable reminder that he is serious about his job as my protector. He is my Jake, my sophisticated rake, my sophisticated Jake.
For the past 14 years, Jake has staked out his domain, our house on the mountain, and my car, and me. He cares for his domain well. He greets the morning with a deep bark at his squirrel friends and deer are allowed to roam freely. (Although I do wish Jake was a bit more protective of my roses!). He allows the peacocks, jays, mourning doves and miscellaneous critters to o eat in peace, but the peacocks are not allowed on the deck. Nor are the neighbors dogs allowed on the property. Skunks, raccoons, foxes, bobcats and cougars are definitely not allowed close to the house. He’s my Jake, he’s my protector, Jake
Jake is my traveling companion. On the coastal shores he has chased birds, wayward kites, and frolicked with the children. On mountain trails his long black form races back and forth from the front runners to the stragglers, as a good shepherd always does. In the eastern desert lands his long strides patrols his camp perimeter, always alert for dangers. He has been greeted by name at our favorite hotels and motels. In the legislative warrens, he has sat at my feet, his paws elegantly crossed, and eyed Directors and Legislators with a nonchalant gaze. He’s my traveling Jake, my companion Jake.
Now that he is getting to be the elder statesman of his world, he still does all of these things. He goes in and out with me. His alert eyes scan for errant dogs and strangers approaching, --- and always watching me. His black coat shimmers in the sun and his ears pointed sharply for sounds of danger. But now --- now --- I watch out for him. No longer does he race to stretch that magnificent body to it’s fullest. Now, less strenuous and more quiet are the games we play. Now -- I always watch for big dogs and strangers that might invade his territory. His fierce heart and unflagging loyalty is unaware that his once muscular body that leaped and ran with abandon no longer matches that great heart of his. He’s my Jake, my sophisticated rake, My sophisticated Jake.
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