Jack is a little stressed. His new best friend is hyperactive and this is more than he can handle. He would do well to remember what he was like as a puppy. He needs a little perspective.
As a beany-baby look-alike, Jack was adorable. He has razor sharp teeth and like to gnaw on everything, including Chip’s ears.
He yelped frequently as a way of getting attention (which, honestly was very annoying). He piddled (a dog this size can’t pee) in places I didn’t know a dog could piddle. In fact, if piddling was a sport, Jack would have received a gold medal. He was a Gold Medal Piddler.
He found pleasure in snuggling up with who ever would have him, which was nearly everyone. He was as cute as a puppy with Marty Feldman-like eyes can be.
So, looking back, I think he has a right to be stressed. Like this morning, when Sid destroyed the planter, dug up the Chicken ‘N’ Hens and chased Jack around the yard. Jack acted a little on edge. Jack would never have done anything so blatantly evil.
Take it from the Champion Of Piddles. He should know. Would those eyes lie?
