Ha...you probably thought I posting about our adoption. Nope. This one is about Jackson, or little Jack, as Wes and I affectionately call him. In this middle of all the excitement last week (Erin's news, the field trip to DC with my kiddos, Wes' company change, etc) we missed Jackson's Gotcha Day! We must be awful doggie parents. As I am writing, he is curled up in his little Jack way, nestled among four pillows in the chair and 1/2 in the living room. His tongue, hanging out of his mouth, and shriveled. Sounds cute, right? Well, it is.
Wes and I love all of our animals, although Sawyer is really pushing our buttons lately (he was to be gelded several times, but the weather has not cooperated, but those manly things must go...soon!). But while we love them all, there is something very special about Jack. He is loyal, happy, loving even though he has had one rough life. When we rescued Jackson, his hip bones were showing, his coat was dull, his expression was sad, his ears were bloody and scarred, and his spirit was dead. Over the last year, we have watch this little creature come alive in little Jack. He is eager, cuddly, playful, and happy. Every time I watch him curl up on the rug in front of the fire place, or sprawl out in the rays of sun coming through the widow, I smile. I smile because he reminds me to live in the now! He did have a rough past, but he is HAPPY NOW. He does not dwell on things he cannot change or mope because he lived in a cage in a puppy mill. Instead, he enjoys his naps, his car rides, packing with his family, his chow in the morning and evening, his treats when he comes in from outside, sleeping nestled between Wes and I each night, and carrying around his favorite red bone to hide from his sisters.
We are so thankful for our little Jack. He reminds us that there is love, hope, and joy in a world that can be so awful. Jack is our little bundle joy.