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The J-Log | March 2018

March 3, 2018 by BACB Unleashed Leave a Comment

Hi, Jackson here. Did you miss me last month? How did Quinn do on her writing? She said she won lots of adoring fans as a result and should do the writing more often, but I think she just thinks highly of herself.

I had a couple of things I wanted to write about – I’ll save one for next month. This time I thought I’d write about first love.

What did you say? What does a dog know about love? We know a lot. We have our loving moms, dads and families. Even our own siblings sometimes. But I wanted to talk about a different kind of love – puppy love. REAL puppy love.

When I was really young (and very good looking), my mom’s friend brought over her new puppy. Just shut your eyes and imagine perfection. Ahhh. She was the Eve to my Adam. The ying to my yang (whatever ying and yang is). She was sooo cute. That perky little nose, the way she waddled, her soft fur. And, man, was she a good fighter! We would fight and fight and fight. Then we’d nap. Then we’d fight and fight and fight. Then we’d nap. They were the best afternoons we could have. Our perfect relationship. It was the best time. Oh and did I mention…she’d even lift her leg to go potty, just like me! She was awesome.

I didn’t see her for quite a while after those afternoons. I figured she’d found another pup and forgotten about me, but then I saw her a couple months ago. You know how it is when you run into someone you haven’t seen in a while? Those first few sniffs are tentative…is this who I think it is? And it was. Here we were, a few years older. Would we remember our first glances, our first fights, our first love?

Nah, not so much. She was now much more worldly and I was still a country boy. We were civil to one another, but no fun fighting in the middle of the room (by the way, we were at mom’s holiday party and I don’t think she would have appreciated fun fighting in the middle of the room!). It was good to see her again – still as cute as ever.

It’s fun to think back on those times. Mom and I were newly together. I was worried that my current besties didn’t like me then. I didn’t like going down a hallway or the stairs. And I had a first love. Gosh, I had forgotten how much has changed. I’m a big guy now. My besties like me and we play every day we can. I can go down the hallway and down the stairs now, too.

And, well…now I realize that the new pup wasn’t my first love. My mom was my first love (and many thanks to my foster mom, Amy, too.)

Until next time; gotta run…

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