As I said in my first post, I have a puppy named Jack.
My girlfriend and I got him from a shelter on Long Island about two months ago, and he’s been reeking havoc on our lives ever since.
This is him in his natural state.
Jack is pretty much a small, fur-covered ball of hell. He’s only 5 months old right now, so this means – much to my delight – that he will soon be a large, fur-covered ball of hell.
Some things that Jack enjoys:
Eating discarded chicken bones off of the street.
Running around like a maniac immediately after a bath.
Jumping on every single person that comes within three feet of him.
Sticking his nose up a little girl’s skirt.
Peeing in wine stores.
Eating his own shit.
These are just a few of the many wonderful moments that Jack has blessed my girlfriend and I with.
As you may have guessed, Jack is slightly dumb. It’s okay to say it, he doesn’t mind.
Dogs, it seems, are just like people. Some people are smart and some people are dumb. I just happened to adopt a dull-brained dog.
This is okay with me though. He does a lot of cute shit that pretty much makes up for all the dumb shit that he does.
He’s a good dog, there’s just not that much going on upstairs.
And because all I’ve done is talk shit on him, here’s a picture of him looking his best.
Don’t let him fool you.
In the blink of an eye he’ll be peeing as he walks, unlike a normal dog, who takes a moment to crouch down to do his work.
This my dog. This is Jack.