Jack

Dr P and I have a house guest. A puppy to be exact. And he's about one fry short of a happy meal. Fell straight off The Crazy Train, that dog.

Jack is staying with us for a few weeks while his family (Dr P's brother and his wife and kids) moves into a new house. We've had him for three days now and by golly, the little lunatic is starting to grow on me. Jack is an 18-month-old white lab, and he's breathtakingly gorgeous. And also breathtakingly stinky. He's a wild beast with lots of muscles and not much coordination.

The thing about Jack is that he wants to be touched. AT ALL TIMES. Looking at him adoringly and telling him that he's a beautiful boy is just not enough. But the minute you reach out to rub the fella behind his ears, he's all over you like a big furry blanket. It's not enough to be next to him, no. You must wrap him around your body and wear him around the house.

The other night we went to dinner, and when we came home Dr P changed into some old clothes and got down and dirty with our stinky little houseguest.



It's going to be hard to give him back in a few weeks. Especially when La gets home from Arizona and falls in love with this sweet beast, as I have. I'm thinking we may have to work out some kind of shared custody agreement.