Playing

As I watch Dash chase Jack (Jack in the center of the circle Dash runs around him), I can’t help but notice how almost 8-year-old Jack has become more of a puppy.  Sure, he’s still l not a very big fan of Dash, but he loves to play now.  He’s got a duck that he enjoys squeaking and chasing. I knew he had a penchant for socks, but it’s delightful to watch him show as much exuberance as Dash as he runs around chasing the duck.

Dash, on the other hand, is still a puppy.  Just as I try to write this, he has deleted several sentences, pressed the space bar into oblivion, and made up a few words.  He’s getting leggier and has learned how to stand on his hind legs and tell you, “Hello! I want to get up on the couch with you!!” He runs around for about an hour like a wild man, then arrives next to your resting place, ready for a nap.  He crawls onto your lap immediately and curls up into the cutest cuddle-bunny ever.

On the development side, he has learned to jump off the sofa. In the past, I could leave him safely on a piece of furniture while I went to go, say, make a sandwich.  No more!! He can escape now…and he’s starting to jump up, too. I dread the day when I can’t rescue Jack by telling him to get on the couch…and it’s fast approaching.