Poor Jack, if you look at him closely, he is sporting his most forlorn look ever, and why is that? I put a new sweater on him, that’s why. His tail is down, Mister tail wagger of a millions miles an hour, and he’s barely even looking at me for a picture, Mister I am a ham ordinarily.
When he’s like this I can’t help but laugh, you would think that we denied him stuff, I told him that he had it pretty good compared to what Lulu had experienced before we rescued her and the look he gave me was priceless. I wish I had captured it because he didn’t seem convinced that he was living a life of leisure. He is something else. My little curmudgeon. lol