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September 26, 2008
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May 22, 2008
Don't think for a second that just b/c Jack's mommy is busy, Jack doesn't have a story or two to tell
The life of Jack, in pictures (b/c who wants to hear another engineer ramble anyway):
::Ruff, ruff:: My first day of school was super fun
::Ruff, ruff:: My first day of school was super fun
Here I am, leaving school
I like school because I play with my friends there. Sometimes it's hard though, because I get picked on for my size.
April 24, 2008
San Diego Here We Come!!
As I packed tonight to get ready to fly out to San Diego I put my bag's on the ground. Well it looks like Jack is very excited to go visit his Auntie C for her birthday, because I turned my back and he was already in his carrier ready to go. But first we sleep... more stories later. I'm sure Jack will love running on the beach and basking in the sun. As will I...
April 22, 2008
Jack's Quirks (I wouldn't change them for anything!):
I'm really not exaggerating. I would go on... but Jack is looking at me and my computer and waiting for me to sleep. Who owns who?
- He sleeps on his back. I didn't even know dogs could do that!
- When he has to go to the bathroom, he tells me by sitting in front of the mirror and growling at himself.
- If I get up before him you can guarantee he will stay asleep for at least another hour. God forbid my dog wake up before 9 am.
- He can't sleep with a light on. He will either go under my bed, put his head under blankets, or stare at me until I stop working and turn off the lights.
- He has favorite stuffed animals. These are the ones he wont kill within a week of getting them. He's just about had them his entire life. And most of them he puts in a pile around him when he wants to sleep. To hide them is just hilarious to watch. He won't stop until he finds them. Usually I put them in the same place and he'll take them out and then put them away.
- He steals my water bottles. They usually come back with the lid off and he drank all the water inside of them and proceeds to turn the bottle form into an entire new "plastic art".
I'm really not exaggerating. I would go on... but Jack is looking at me and my computer and waiting for me to sleep. Who owns who?
How it all began...
I have a dog named Jack... and just about every day I tell one of my sisters or my roommates some of the most amusing stories, even as I type them I am crack up. Now I will just share the love instead of through some attempt at creative one-liners on a g-chat status message.
Why is Jack named Jack?
To this I have several answers. But, to answer this question fully, I will start from the beginning.
When it came to deciding what dog to pick, I decided if I must have a small dog (I am a huge fan of the large 70+ pound dogs but I just can't quite take care of one like that at this time in my life) it had to have a BIG personality. So my parents and I sat at the breeder to analyze several gorgeous puppies. The last thing I wanted was a male, and certainly not a girly looking white male. But the biggest priority I had was to make sure I had the happiest, most loving, but slightly nuts dog. My mom saw him first. He was picked on a little but not quite the bitch of the breed, but friendly and loved being held by me. I could not help myself. He had the face of a teddy bear. He had to be mine.
As I took him away the breeder said "bye fatso."
I have said this before and will say again. My dog is not fat. He's just a little big. I asked the vet to make sure...yes he is healthy.
Could be worse. She told my mom's dog that her puppy was ugly. (Lucy is absolutely not ugly!)
And then the week-long naming process began. It was a careful decision to ensure the name fit the personality. My dog is many things: he looks like a polar bear, he is absolutely fearless, demands attention, gets every girl to look at him because "he's sooooooo cute".
And then 24 came on. My roommates and I are obsessed with 24. It hit me. Jack can be named after Jack Bauer! In his first week, my whopping 2 pound dog was already helping my dad disarm our tv, jumping off couches, attempting to play with large dogs without hesitation, and (for a puppy) he could hold his pee for hours. (haven't you noticed jack bauer never pees?). It was perfect!
As Jack got bigger and more comfortable with his environment, we found new names for him.
Jack the Ripper: damn that teething era of his life. My shoes experienced the largest casualty.
Jack-ass: when you really just wanted to kill him for not letting you sleep or have a life
Jack-attack: when he's so hyper and happy and always in your face giving love
Jack in the box: he loved attacking cardboard boxes
It can go on...and on... and on...
Jack is almost a year old. Thank goodness he's grown out of most of his bad habits. But, I can guarantee you, I still have that fearless, crazy, dramatic puppy that is absolutely one of the highlights of my life.
May the stories begin.
Why is Jack named Jack?
To this I have several answers. But, to answer this question fully, I will start from the beginning.
When it came to deciding what dog to pick, I decided if I must have a small dog (I am a huge fan of the large 70+ pound dogs but I just can't quite take care of one like that at this time in my life) it had to have a BIG personality. So my parents and I sat at the breeder to analyze several gorgeous puppies. The last thing I wanted was a male, and certainly not a girly looking white male. But the biggest priority I had was to make sure I had the happiest, most loving, but slightly nuts dog. My mom saw him first. He was picked on a little but not quite the bitch of the breed, but friendly and loved being held by me. I could not help myself. He had the face of a teddy bear. He had to be mine.
As I took him away the breeder said "bye fatso."
I have said this before and will say again. My dog is not fat. He's just a little big. I asked the vet to make sure...yes he is healthy.
Could be worse. She told my mom's dog that her puppy was ugly. (Lucy is absolutely not ugly!)
And then the week-long naming process began. It was a careful decision to ensure the name fit the personality. My dog is many things: he looks like a polar bear, he is absolutely fearless, demands attention, gets every girl to look at him because "he's sooooooo cute".
And then 24 came on. My roommates and I are obsessed with 24. It hit me. Jack can be named after Jack Bauer! In his first week, my whopping 2 pound dog was already helping my dad disarm our tv, jumping off couches, attempting to play with large dogs without hesitation, and (for a puppy) he could hold his pee for hours. (haven't you noticed jack bauer never pees?). It was perfect!
As Jack got bigger and more comfortable with his environment, we found new names for him.
Jack the Ripper: damn that teething era of his life. My shoes experienced the largest casualty.
Jack-ass: when you really just wanted to kill him for not letting you sleep or have a life
Jack-attack: when he's so hyper and happy and always in your face giving love
Jack in the box: he loved attacking cardboard boxes
It can go on...and on... and on...
Jack is almost a year old. Thank goodness he's grown out of most of his bad habits. But, I can guarantee you, I still have that fearless, crazy, dramatic puppy that is absolutely one of the highlights of my life.
May the stories begin.
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