<a class="postlink" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_439/12537781098IHERp.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Jake<br/>Jake is one of the most scariest kick boxers in his town, He is at the age of 24 but started boxing when he was 16, he built his legs up in order to make it to where he is. He trains everyday in and out of the boxing ring, he is always wearing weights on his legs and runs for two hours in the morning. He tries to lead a very quiet life with Surge but people tend to stop him and ask for his autograph while running. Hes even had girls run next to him trying to talk to him for different reasons.<br/><br/>I walked in drew's apartment dropping his keys in the small bowl that sat on a small brown end table by the door, with a Silver vase as a male holder, A cordless phone, and a old wooden bowl used for an Ash tray. Surge walked in behind me slowly his leash dangling, he was a pure breed Doberman pincer and he was tired from the early morning run we had. "Go ahead and lay in the room" I told him as I walked into the kitchen looking in the fridge grabbing a water bottle looking at the new comer "Yo..." he said softly before walking into the back with Surge. I stopped myself coming back out into the kitchen pulling out the new dog bowl I brought Surge setting it down and filling it up with water. I went in the fridge and sighed not seeing anything healthy to eat "Really?...nothing healthy to eat?" I said with a heavy sigh looking at the female who sat at the table "Soo...Who are you?" I asked as I sat next to her with my water looking up at Surge wobbled out of the room and into the kitchen for a drink of water, he slowly dipped his head lapping up as much as he could before laying down not caring about his surroundings at the moment.