Hi, Quinn here.
Jackson isn’t sick or anything. In fact, he’s sitting right here. He just wanted a bit of a break from writing (hard for him to type when his nails get long). So he asked me to step in for him. I’m one of his besties.
Actually, if you could see a picture of Jackson and me, we are twins – except he’s 25 pounds with a curly tail and I’m a svelte 80 pounds with a straight tail. We have the same colorings and markings, though. I’m the one that snarled at him when we met. I know he wrote about that making it sound like he was helpless and all, but c’mon, he was playing such the little baby. Okay, I could have been nicer (don’t tell him I said that!).
Jax – I call him Jax or Dr. J or Mr. Reggie Jackson – was a little runt back when we met (he still is a little runt with a BIG attitude!). Nope, I didn’t like him, but he kept coming to me and I finally relented. I have to admit that it is more fun playing with Jax because he is more energetic than my brother (who is not an athlete at all). We’ll play chase in the yard. He is a goner when I catch him since I’m 80 pounds (a svelte 80 lbs – a woman has to watch her figure, you know)! I never have figured out his thing about squirrels or sticks, though.
I think you already know a lot about him. He plays it pretty straight when he writes his J-Log. As he has mentioned, he certainly adds some spunk to our walks with his mom. He runs from smell to smell hardly taking any time to really sniff deep. He’s also a bit of a mama’s boy. When she says Come, he jumps right to it. “What’s with that,” I ask him. “You’ve got to show your mom (or dad) who is boss.” I’ve tried to teach him how it should go: “They yell for you. When you feel like it, you turn and look so they know ‘I heard you.’ But you keep doing what you’re doing. Then they yell again. This time you look, act as if you’re coming by taking a step or two, but then go back to what you were doing. If it gets to ‘Get over here!’, you have to decide how serious it is. Even when you do respond, I tell him, respond at your own pace. Keep sniffing all the time you’re walking over.” But not Jax, he goes running. He sets a bad example for the rest of us. I guess you can’t teach old tricks to a new dog.
He’s a good kid, though. He’s got a lot to learn and I’m trying to teach him when I can. I heard his mom say “Oh, he must have learned THAT from Quinn!” Thank you. He probably did and it makes me proud. I try to do my part. My mom just shakes her head and wonders where all my training went. Heh heh. Sure, I can sit, stay, come, lay down, beg…but why? My mom will love me regardless. That’s what I tell Jax – your mom will love you anyway, you don’t always have to be good. But he likes being a good boy. All I need is a little more time with him and I’ll change that.
Until next time (if I get to have a next time), gotta nap…