I have gotten a lot of positive feedback on my new Yorkie puppy, Jack.  Everybody seems to think he's the cutest puppy in the whole wide world, and I'll have to agree. :)  Because of this, I thought I'd go ahead and share several pictures of the little guy.  Because Jack is an attention-loving ham, I'm sure he won't mind.  Check them out and feel free to vote on which of these pictures is the absolute cutest.

This is one of the first pictures we ever took of Jack, the night we got him.  He was six and a half weeks old at the time and very, very cute, as you can see.  His hair was so short and fuzzy, he looked like a little teddy bear!  See how small he was compared to my fingers?  I miss him being that size.  He's a full two pounds now, while he was only half a pound at the time this photo was taken.  My sweet boy.  And yes, that was me in the background.

This next picture is of Jack during one of the first times we took him outside.  The world must have seemed very strange and big to the sweet little guy.  Although the grass in our front yard was short-cropped, it reached all the way up to Jack's little chest.  He was very nervous about being outside.  He wouldn't venture far from my side.  He was still brave, though.  He didn't tremble and shiver, like a lot of small dogs do.  Although hesitant, he cautiously ventured out and sniffed at my big cat, Oreo.  You can catch a glimpse of the tiny collar I picked out for Jack the day before we got him.  It was the smallest size they had available at the store.  It's red with little bones decorating the sides.

In this next picture, Jack is being his usual hammish self and playing.  He seems to think that he more closely resembles a full grown Great Dane than a half pound Yorkie puppy.  Because of this, even when we first got him, he would eagerly attack my fingers and growl furiously at me.  If his sharp little teeth ever pinched too hard, I would cry out really loud, so he soon learned to only play bite very gently.  You can see how small Jack is in this picture compared to my hand.  I love his colors.  He's turned very silver and gold now that he's a month or two older, rather than the black and copper color he was here.  Jack was just so stinking cute. 

This would have to be my favorite Jacky picture of all times.  He's cuddled up in a blue blanket that my grandma made with me several years back.  Jack just looks so small here!  One of my friends called him the anime puppy.  Can you see the resemblance?  I love Jack's huge eyes, nose, and ears.  His head looks way big for his body.  His stubby little legs make him look even cuter.  And look at the expression he has on his face.  So cute.  This might even be one of those gag-worthy cute pictures I hear guys talk about.  Just so cute!  I love you, Jack!

Well, there's Jack.  Which of these pictures was your favorite?  What did you think about this blog entry?  Do you like Jack pictures?  Would you like to see more?  These were all taken within the first week I had Jack, so he's a bit older now and I have about 8,000,000,000,000,000 pictures of him.  If you'd like to see another blog full of Jacky pictures, please let me know in the comments.        

This picture was taken by me last January.  It's completely unedited, and there are many aspects about this photograph that I love.

The first thing you probably notice is my ten-year-old bichon frise, Buddy, standing waist deep in the snow, looking off into the distance.  He's white, like the snow, so he matches the photo in a very fitting way, I think.  I love how you can see the wind blowing about his little ears and tail.  You can tell by the way Buddy is standing that he really, really wants to go out there and play in the snow with my little brother, but the ferocity of the blizzard is just too intimidating, so he is settling to watch from afar.

The next thing you probably notice is my brother.  His name is Luke and he was ten at the time this photo was taken.  (He is now eleven.)  Despite the fact that it was snowing very, very heavily outside, he couldn't help but go play in the giant snow drifts that were piling up.  He couldn't bear to play for more than ten minutes at a time- it was just too cold- but he played as long as he could, bundled up until he was a chubby silhouette amongst the snow.

I love the contrast that the dark green barn and the spindly tree branches make with the otherwise white background.  That poor tree was frozen solid.  Those bushes as well... they were weighted down with the heavy snow.  That poor bush towards the middle is almost completely covered. 

The snow actually looks pretty (I hate snow, in case you were wondering) in this picture.  It's piled on the porch in pretty drifts.  I like the way you can see Buddy's shuffling footprints through my front yard.  I like how the snow is falling in clouds against the barn. 

Yes, yes, I know this picture isn't a professional's shot by far.  I don't even know why I took it.  To be honest, I'm not sure why like it as much as I do.  It's no artistic photograph.  I just like it.  It holds memories.  It snapped Buddy's wistful longing to play with my brother in an eternal shot.  I just... like this. 

Do you like snow or are you not a fan, like me?