Yellow Bandana

I don’t have much to say today.

In fact, my mind is bogged down in the fictional world of Candidate: A Love Story.  The manuscript is due by 11/23.  That’s ten days…as the guy from that show Cake Boss says, “I don’t know how we’re gonna do it.”

I passed frazzled on Monday.  It was a choice today between showering and posting from the laundry room.  Eh, I can go one more day.

There are some yucky things in my real world life these days, nothing serious, but I can feel myself leaning toward droning on about life and lessons or disappointments.  I’m not in the mood, nor do I have the energy, for a philosophical rant or something that’s going to wind up depressing readers on a Thursday.  Deep is never a good idea on Thursday.  Thursday is a soldier on day, it’s almost Friday.

This post can’t take long.  I only a few minutes left, I need something.  Something new, something happy, simple, life affirming…Jack.  My post today will be a Jack Update.

Jack is now about four and a half months old.  He’s getting big, as you can see, and he recently graduated from Puppy Kindergarden.  He is a master of basic commands, but for some reason he falls apart for the cat, the cat’s poop, and the cat’s food.

In spite of all things cat, he is growing into a great dog.   I no longer spin during the week because Jack needs more exercise and I need to write and there are only so many hours in a day, so we hike closer to home now.  Four miles and Jack loves it.  He’s a nature guy.

It’s fairly easy to explain what I do for him.  I take care of him, feed him, keep him safe and clean and exercised.  He’s maybe a bit of a spoiled dog, but no, we did not dress up for Halloween.  He’s a dog, stop it.

It’s a little harder to describe what he does for me.  He grounds me, keeps me sane with just his eyes.  When I feel like I’m going to get on a plane and not look back, or I’m angry, all I have to do is hug him (sometimes tight and he starts to squirm) for everything to fall back into place.  I don’t know how he does it, but he does, and I’m grateful.  So grateful, I’ve adjusted to smelling like dog pretty much all of the time.

I guess that’s all for the update, happy Thursday thoughts.  Time to get back to work.

Oh, I did register him with AKC.  His official (supposed to be very noble, sophisticated) name…Jack Jack Cutie Face.

My thoughts from the laundry room.  Early Bird.

Jack life writing

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