This week I took Jack to the vet. After receiving about 30 threatening appointment cards, and my wifes nagging, I figured I would bring him in before the Vet sent his Shylock to my house. Apparently Jack needs a muzzle, he’s a snappy one according to the ladies there. We know he’s a good dog, but he gets real sketch when mom or dad aren’t in the room. Hey, no one ever said he was perfect when we picked him up from the humane society. 300 dollars later and I can dodge the Vet for one more year.
jack and pals 