Jackson

Jackson (the black lab) was a really great dog.  I got him when he was 8 weeks old.  Suffering from a mild case of OCD myself, I quickly learned we were matched perfectly.  One night when Jackson was a few months old he couldn’t sleep and kept scratching at the bedroom door.  Frustrated and tired I let him out to roam through the house, knowing I would have a mess in the morning.  The next morning I found Jackson had taken all the rugs in the house and put them in a pile in the middle of the floor, an entire sack of potatoes were all over the living room but there was not one bite mark in any, he had also gotten an empty milk carton which he chewed and was now resting comfortably on the couch.  I suppose the “fung shui” wasn’t right for a good nights rest.  Jackson was a loyal, loving and incredibly smart dog. I was blessed to have him with me (through thick and thin) the past 10 1/2 years.  Unfortunately, his body gave out before his heart and I had to let him go.  I know he would have stayed with me forever if he could have.  I hope you’re having fun playing with Moses and Meisha buddy.  I love you and I miss you everyday.