In Which I Bore You All to Tears by Continuously Rambling on and on About a Dog (Tomorrow Is Another Day...)

Okay, well, the photo essay that was promised, and I think most eagerly anticipated by you all, will have to be delayed until I catch up technologically with the rest of the world. My darling boyfriend has a number of priceless photos of my precious baby, all of which exhibit his absolute loveableness and adorableness. However, he’s gotten out of dodge and taken said displays of adorableness with him AFTER REPEATED REQUESTS TO DOWNLOAD THEM ONTO MY COMPUTER.

I love you darling.

So, as I am living in the Stone Age of photography and still use “film” in my camera, I’ll just have to go take about a hundred pictures of him in various stages of cuteness, wait an hour while they are "developed", and then display His Handsomeness on the world wide web for all to see. (For those of you who do not understand the terms in quotes, you can try dictionary.com for assistance.) And maybe, just maybe, someday I’ll buy one of these “digital cameras” I hear so much about.

< Subsequently, as I have no pictures to share with you, I will now ramble on at length about him as I have absolutely nothing else to talk about since I’ve done nothing but work and sleep lately…

Anyway, apparently, among Jack’s other feats of greatness, he can also scale walls. I keep him in my kitchen with a baby gate, about 3 feet high—keep in mind, Jack only comes up to about knee height. I got home from work last night, expecting to go release him from his hellish prison, and was greeted at the door by his bright shining face and little wagging tail. Upon further inspection, both of the baby gates were still closed and locked. I decided to use my Encyclopedia Brown-like investigative skills, so I put him back in the kitchen and locked him up then hid around the corner (aren't I sneaky?) This kid is amazing—he hooked his front paws over the top of the gate and then starts to basically do a pull-up to climb over the top of the gate… I mean, dogs climb like that? Who knew? He’s got to be part monkey or something…

So I left him home alone for a full day for the first time today and my stomach is absolutely in knots. All I can think is that he’s going to try to climb over the gate and get his paw stuck, or fall over the top and break his neck, or choke on his food… or some other equally catastrophic event that is so outlandish I can’t even fathom it. Or that he’ll just poop all over my carpet, you know, whatever. I’m thinking I’m going to have to cave and just get a rope of some sort and attach it to the pantry door and then hook him up to that during the day. I just hate to do that, because there are a lot of indicators that he spent a great deal of his puppyhood chained up and has some bad associations with that.

But bless his little heart, his personality is really starting to shine through now that he's warmed up to me, he’s extremely loveable, fantastic with other people and other dogs, and he’s starting to catch on to the whole playing thing, although eating is still presenting problems. But hey, we’re making progress—now if I can just get him past the whole being terrified of fire hydrants issue we’ll be a-ok.