Poor Jack got stepped on this morning. I don't know who squealed louder, him or me. I do know which one of us squealed first. He had to be coaxed out from underneath the bed with Greenies. Of course Greenies are the reason he was right behind me in the first place.
Poor Jack just can not trust mom when she has shoes on. Shoes are evil, no really EVIL.
I don't have my shoes on now and I do have a Jack in the lap. Good thing Jack is not one to carry a grudge. He does have a memory though and I'm sure I will not be able to pet him goodbye if I already have my shoes on.
Everybody keep an eye out for underfoot animals, OK?
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