The night I came home, I was a little worried that Jack wouldn't remember me. After all, he's still young (a year and a half) and I had only seen him once in four months. However, the moment he saw me, he leaped into my arms. While I chatted with my parents on the couch about college and my life, Jack curled up in my lap and fell right asleep, just like old times.
He spent a few hours of the next afternoon sleeping on my bed while I recorded a few songs. I spoke to him, but he could hardly keep those heavy eyelids open.
Whenever I'm up in my room, writing or playing the guitar, Jack enjoys sitting with me. I think he's missed me about as much as I've missed him. If I ever forget to bring him up with me, he'll sniff and scratch at my door until I let him in.
A few days before Christmas, we took Jack to the groomer to get a haircut. My dad said his bow was shameful, but I think it just might him look festive. He's so photogenic. It's like he knows I'm about to take a picture and he poses just right.
I love taking pictures of Jack... almost as much as I love sharing them.
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