Jack is eight months old and still growing like a weed. He’s significantly bigger than Pete, but he’s still just a big puppy.
Unless he is closely supervised (i.e. controlled) he dashes around the house looking for something to steal, then he romps joyously inviting us to chase him.
He made a foray into the bedroom this morning where he grabbed one of Maria’s shirts and yoga pants. Then he fled onto the back porch and then through the dog door into the back yard where he dashed around for several minutes before he decided to surrender his prizes.
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