Our poor little Jack; the ham

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dog sweaters, dogs, Jack Russell Terrier, pets, pictures, postaday2012, puppies

first time I had Jack in my arms in 2010

the baby girl and Jack at our house

Rex meeting Jack

Jack showing off his piglet belly

Jack looking morose

 

 

 

Jack still looking morose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poor Jack , he really doesn’t appreciate the New England winters, especially this one, since this one is more to the norm than last year’s. We have had snow at least three times, I believe, and pretty frigid temperatures. What prompts me to say poor Jack is despite the fact that his winter coat and his sweaters provide him with a layer of warmth and a barrier against the wind, he still looks all morose whenever I put them on him. It deserves taking a picture simply to capture his forlorn expression on “film”. I have also noticed that in all of his pictures he has an over-sized head in comparison to the rest of him. His head looks like it could tip him over face first onto the ground. He is so cute though and he looks exactly like he did when we first brought him home just twice the size. The little piglet.

I promise you that WordPress is frustrating me with their new media and formatting procedures. I am keeping my patience and I am still learning but it is frustrating nevertheless, so I apologize if you are going to see pictures cutting into text or copies of pictures, this is a work in progress and I shall get there eventually.

Jack looking forlorn

Jack looking like he is about to tip over with his large head

The top five items

If you had to evacuate your home in an instant, what five items would you grab on your way out?

If I had to evacuate in an instant and I didn't have to worry about anyone else or Jack, our little Jack Russell terrier, I don't know that I would have the presence of mind to go and grab the irreplaceable things that we own. I can honestly state that we don't own anything that is financially worth risking our lives over. It's not as if we are housing any van Gogh's, Monet's or Degas, how I wish, but alas we don't.

However in the sentimental value department where do I start and how do I choose? There are the baby albums, the babies artwork, the stamp collection given to me by my grandfather, my hubby's stamp collection given to him by his father, the frames made by my father, the paintings done my my hubby's mother and so on and so forth. How do you pick and choose when you are running out of the door in a disaster situation. I suppose that the best thing to do is to chuck everything out of the window and hope that the shrubs and grass will cushion the fall. Who knows by that time, I might have to leap out the window as well, joining all of our precious items on the way down.