Stop Jackson. Sit Jackson. Don't sniff that Jackson. Jackson, did you eat the whole box of sweet tarts!?!?!
That pretty closely sums up my New Years Day. At the mature age of 13, one would assume most of the undesirable habits were long gone.
Not with Jackson.
He is the one part of my life in which no matter what I do, I simply can't control or predict the next move.
Thank goodness.
He is just like his owner.
Although, I tend to spend most of my time on only two legs, we are painstakingly similar:
- I am not fond of short leashes.
- I prefer my OWN pillow while sleeping.
- I will be loyal to my friends, even when they kick me.
- A quick run or walk will, in most cases, solve just about anything.
- I know within seconds if I like you or not.
Many times I reflect on my impulsive, loyal, "dog-like" demeanor, especially around the New Year.
Matter of fact, it sits comfortably at the top of my list, followed directly by "THINK BEFORE I speak, not after."
This year, I am taking it OFF my list.
There are worse things, right?
I never went to obedience school.
I think it is imperative to play each day.
Most people don't really know what to think of me and I ALWAYS seem to get a pat on the head from at least one person in the room.
For once, I am ok with it.
So this year, Me and Jackson will most likely make a few messes, meet many new friends, tick off a few cats, scratch an itch or two, take inappropriately long naps, and bark only when necessary.
I am certain, this is one resolution I can actually keep.
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