Boys Will Be Boys

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Being in nature any time of year is soothing to my soul, but something for me about braving the elements in winter makes it more so. I guess because I have to sacrifice a lot of body heat which takes enormous energy to obtain in the first place, it makes the air smell that much sweeter to me.

While our visit to the area between Half Moon Bay and Pescadero yesterday was healing (for me) and emotional (we lost Opa on January 6, 2007), it was also a perfect place for my boys to be themselves.


"Look! It says absolutely NO GUNS!!!" -- Jaden



Blowing raspberries is so much more fun in the rain at the beach.



Peeing is definitely more fun in the rain at the beach.

"Look at me, I know how to run in nature!" -- Jackson



"Free at last, thank God almighty, I am free at last!" -- Jackson honoring MLK Jr.

Play Ball

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When Jeff's Auntie Weenie was here visiting a couple few weeks ago, I was complaining about Jackson's various issues and how I'd love to walk him to get him some exercise but it's not happening at this point.

She said well why can't you throw a ball for him somewhere here?

I had never thought it was possible to do that at Betty's. At home I'd do it in the evenings because our street was fairly quiet. But after she asked, I realized Betty's street is fairly quiet too and also a dead end.

So I did it one night in the street and then after that I just started doing it in the yard. It works like a charm. I get two balls and some treats so Jackson will drop the ball and he's really getting the hang of it.

The cutest thing is now he is associating me with playing ball. I played with him last night and this morning as soon as I got up, he ran to get a ball and started following me around with it in his mouth. Aww!

The best part is realizing he only needs about 10 minutes until he starts slowing down. I played with him when we got home from school an hour ago and he's still panting and tired.

I think I am kind of sort of liking him a little now that we are bonding over tennis balls.

*Just* a little though.

Favorite Spot in the House

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Jaden's bed is the only furniture Jackson is allowed on, but it's also the only place he ever wants to go on.


December 2006



Two days ago


It always amazes me how dogs can get this look on their face, like they are pure royalty and deserve oh-so-much more than they are currently getting. Jackson looks like, "What Mom? This is my rightful place so stop taking photos and get on with the service."

On a separate note, his growth has slowed way down.

THANK GOODNESS!

"Calming" Playlist

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In about 37 seconds on Wednesday , I created probably the best playlist in my iTunes career. I created it for Jackson actually because I was off to the realtor meeting to hear the offers we received on our house and I was leaving him in his kennel with the Visualizer on. (Isn't that nice of me, not sure he can even see it from his vantage point).

Turns out it didn't help much, in fact maybe it drove him to break out of his kennel and destroy the house while he purged his Giardia parasite on every available surface! Maybe I should made a Crazy playlist for him instead.

But anyway, I decided to play it for myself right now while I try to catch up on my job.


And my goodness, it is mightly lovely if I do say!

Jackson's Twin

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Yesterday Jamie and Jay hosted the most opulent (Jeff's word) BBQ ever.

Jenni & Ed brought their "dog" Rocco and I use quotes there because really Rocco is Jackson's long-lost twin.


This is the first dog in the history of Jackson to match his dominance level AND energy level. They played for over 4 hours straight with hardly any breaks and Jackass, I mean Jackson, fell asleep in the car within two blocks on the way home. Never before seen footage!

Oh wait, I didn't record it.

Jackson, 6 months

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The beasty boy continues to grow.



As of Jan. 10, he was 45 lbs.
I'm guessing he's close to 52 lbs. now.

Even Papa, Jackson's most loyal fan to date, said today, "He is a handful."

This is the kind of dog who needs to:

a) live on a farm, or
b) live with people who do nothing but train dogs all day long.

i.e. DOG TRAINERS, i.e. NOT TIRED, WORN OUT PARENTS OF LITTLE (human) BOYS.