This is Jackson Dog. His mother’s name is Carol, and he is huge. Large and in charge. Very excited to see everyone all the time and a mountain of energy. He is three but I play with him every morning.
When he sees Mommis you can just see how badly he wants to jump up on her, but once she was holding his leash sitting down on a restaurant patio and he dragged her and her chair across the patio and dislocated her finger. That’s how strong he is.
So Aunt Carol has taught him that he cannot jump up on anyone and he has to curb his enthusiasm. We love him.
We had that pink suitcase thing and the mysterious disappearance again over Christmas. It made me very sad.
So I spent the whole time trying to get the stuff off the tree and into the back yard where I could play with it. That kept my mind off Mommis’s defection.
Last night she came home very late, but we reminded her about the walk in the morning and she did get up and take us. #whyIloveher
So last night Mommis and I went to a couple of receptions for SeedSpot Demo Day. I had to dress up in my jacket and clean people’s faces and let them take selfies with me. The only good part was when I got to show them my new balls, which seem to have come down last week.
I might have felt better about going if Mommis hadn’t given me the apple during the committee meeting we went to in the afternoon. It went through me so fast that I pooed in the school’s student garden! How embarrassing.
And weve had Wrestlemania ever since! I’m so happy to have another retriever in the house! He lives in Half Moon Bay!
Sammy never lets me on the bed. It’s no fair; they’re all up there but me and I’m the puppy. Mommis got this new duvet and I wanted to try it but Bruce also barked me off. I’m the biggest, but I’m the youngest. So I have no real power.
my brother Sammy is a pain in the tail. Literally. I am sort of a mellow guy, but Sammy is a whack job. Playing with him always gets me into more trouble than it’s worth. But even when I lay down, and show him I’m done, he doesn’t stop.
And Mommis thinks it’s funny. I don’t think she has owned a philosophical dog before.
Gone, goddammit. Somewhere weird where the leaves change color and it gets very cold. Her Mommis is planning a wedding, which I don’t understand. All I know is she’s not at the park and I am bummed beyond belief.
While she’s gone, though, I’m going to grow. You’ll see. When she gets back I will be big.