Today is Jack’s second birthday. Take a bow, Jack!
With Kara gone Jack has become my daily walking buddy. We walk at least five miles a day together, more on weekends.
Jack combines considerable charm with willfulness. If he doesn’t want to do something, he won’t do it, darn you. The bowing behavior comes naturally. I believe it might be innate—his grandfather and, I believe, his father both do it, too.
I’m hoping this will be a big year for Jack. For one thing I’m hoping to take some pack hikes with him to get him started on his Working Samoyed title.
Happy Birthday, Jack.
(You should put a birthday hat on him and time how fast he can get it off.)
He doesn’t have a hat head.
I have some clippers that would fix that, or you might find a small bowler. He would look quite dashing.
Happy Birthday, Jack!
How about this: No clippers, a top hat, and monocle.
He would be hit at the dog show, and all the lady dogs would go ga-ga over him.
(I am just having some fun. I doubt he has invaded any countries or destroyed any economies. So, it is a nice break from the usual posts and comments.)
Is this what you had in mind?
Those handsome carpets set him off nicely.
Perfect.
(I assume it is one of those AI things, but still, he looks quite dashing.)