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Muscle’s Cheese and WHINE!

Cheese and whine
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Almost one year ago a wee man came into our lives… a heavy black fur bag that was cuddly and warm. We named him Jack. Jack seems to have grown over night into a big honking ball of muscle and attitude, and whine, lots of whine…

Day one was a day of false advertising, he was calm and quiet and happy to lay about in ones lap, and enjoying all the goodness that comes with that. But it was all to change the moment the effects of his puppy needles wore off. The very next day it was very apparent that our Jack was a ball of energy that never seemed to be satiated, jumping about, chewing on things, and people, and food… oh my my, food. Every kind of food is awesome and he wants it! It made it a wee easier to train Jack, or at the very least teach him some manners. You see, Jacky boy is also extremely intelligent, he watches and listens (when he isn’t pretending he is a kangaroo and/or whining) and figures things out. He quickly figured out how to undo his crate lock, and how to open the crate door, and how to find treasures (not his treasures, more like my treasures…) and how to be really quiet doing it; IE: “Jack you still owe me a model Avro Lancaster 1944, and a book, oh and a few rugs”.

 

As Jack grew, so did his teeth and his sneak ability (I’m sure he inherited some of the stealth traits of his human dad, who was a Marine Corp Sniper for 13 years). When Jack was only 7 months old he out grew his crate, so we got him a big steel one, one that should have lasted him years, but nope, Jack discovered his teeth could be used for more than chewing his toys and chomping his humans. He chewed through his steel crate one night, I came in to check on him as he was too quiet and found him half in, half out through a hole he had chewed through. He had gotten himself stuck and boy was he embarrassed about it. He wouldn’t even look at me when I found him, he just laid there with a “nothing to see here, move along” expression, (I have photographic evidence!) I found it hilarious! Thank heavens we don’t need a crate for him at bed time anymore, those things are expensive and a hell of a thing to dismantle after it has been thoroughly mangled!

I canno believe that the wee little puppy (well, not so little) has grown into a big squishy meat bag who still hasn’t mentally grown into his own feet. To go from being small to being really bloody big in under a year must be downright confusing, if you really think about it, one day your able to fit under a coffee table, lay on your peeps feet comfortably, to getting stuck trying to get under that same coffee table and almost lifting it off the floor, and of course getting in trouble for it! And the feet that you so lovingly slept on became a pillow. Sadly some people have so many expectations of large dogs still in puppy age and give up on them, yes they are HUGE, but they are still babies, they canno help their DNA. My Jacky is HUGE, he may be over one year old, but to me he is still a puppy(always will be) and he has a way to go before he grows up.

Maine is a very cold place in winter, we have more snow than anyone needs and lucky for us Jack loves it. He gets so excited to go outside in the morning and if it has snowed he runs straight out into it and rolls in it, eats it, throws it all around and will enjoy himself for ages like that. He gets depressed if he has to come inside when its too cold. He doesn’t like rain though…

 

 
Jack also likes to throw tantrums, really big dramatic tantrums, if he had china dishes he’d smash them type tantrums. If he doesn’t get his way he will throw his things all over the yard, his food and water bowls, his blanket, his rug and even his kennel. Its not unusual to walk outside and find everything he owns all over the back yard. Luckily the verandah is well built or it would be all over the yard too, in pieces!

I am proud to say that Jack has many redeeming qualities, he really is a good boy, he gives the most wonderful hugs (with a big sneaky face lick) and is very protective of his humans, I love that big honking fur bag, very much so, and all the big stinky farts he does couldn’t change my mind about that (and he does paint stripping farts, that linger, for ages…) he really is very smart and I’m sure that he will mellow soon enough. We love you Jack :D

Angel ❤