My Name is Baby Jake and I Own This House
These photos are way out of order because I am distracted. At the moment, Baby Jake is trying to climb my bare legs so he can help me write this entry. He can't spell but he loves to mash on the keys with his sturdy baby paws.
James and Nick have had it.
They are so tired of Jake charging at them, eating their food, racing by their shocked faces and otherwise upsetting their cozy applecarts, now they just lay there glaring at him and offering bored hisses and an ocassional half-hearted paw swipe as he blurs by.
Jake now has free reign of the house. He has learned to bust open my bedroom door, where last night he jumped on my bed and took James's customary spot in the crook of my right arm.
I can' believe I ever worried about the Big Boys not welcoming him into the household. Baby Jake is the baddest Alpha Dog ever. He couldn't care less about what the boys think.
This morning I fed the boys their wet food, then went to Jake's bowl in the bedroom and filled it. Jake ate his food in three big gulps, then he raced into the kitchen and pushed Nick out of the way so he could eat his food. And Nick left without incident!
Finally last night at around 11:30 I got to see Jake fall asleep. I welcomed it like someone might welcome the end of a hurricane.