Trotter has a "best friend" (insofar as dogs can have best friends) about four houses down. Jackson is 85 pounds of pure golden retriever muscle; he slammed into my foot last summer and I was certain he a broke a few of my toes. He's strong.
He's also not fixed, and if one dog year is like seven human years, he's about 19 years old and still a virgin. So you can imagine the energy he's got. In fact, I don't have to imagine it, but that's another story for another blog post ...
He came over for a "playdate" today -- yes, I can hear you thinking it, but we don't need a real child, thankyouverymuch -- and the two of them wore each other out in the back yard. Jackson is a very hard dog to photograph sitting still, so I'm kind of proud that I managed to get this one.
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." – Sylvia Plath
2.23.2008
well, i'm going to jackson ...
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