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Tag: jacky tales

  • Jacky Tales: The Great Rowena Caper

    Pop, this one is for you! When I was puppy living in Botswana, there was an incident with a cat. I prefer not to talk about this dark moment from my past, but that experience left a mark on me. Or, rather, Mom’s reaction left the mark. When I flew across the ocean to reunite…

  • Help me understand…

    Hi, Guys. Can you help me understand school and frogs? Every Saturday morning, we get up early. Mom feeds Dudley and me while Daddio makes coffee. Then Mom and Daddio sit on the couch, drink their coffee, and discuss the world. They seem to have an answer for everything going on in the world, but…

  • North Carolina Outer Banks and Lighthouse Tour

    Hi, guys. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write about my trip to the beach and to see all the tall lighthouses. I’ve been quite busy with school, homework, birthday parties, and chasing frogs. We were supposed to leave early Tuesday morning, but Mom delayed us with last-minute packing and she still forgot…

  • Jacky Tales: A Lonely Pup’s Revenge

    Hi, guys. I have to tell you that Mom really upset me this past weekend. I’ve never been so hurt. She invited friends to our house and then shut me in her bedroom with Dudley. It seems some humans are afraid of puppies. Can you imagine? I did threaten to bite a human once, okay…

  • Jacky Tales: Blueberries and Boy Bits

    Life got a little more interesting this week. Monday, Mom took me, Daddio, and two of our Peace Corps guests to Cedar Grove Blueberry Farm. Daddio held onto me and pretended to pick berries and then blamed my curious leash pulling for his not be able to add more berries to the bucket. Don’t tell…

  • Jacky Tales: Two Weeks Home

    Can you believe it? I have been home two weeks. Two weeks! I’m not sure how Mom has survived without me. She hugs and kisses me too much. I love the attention, but, geez, she kisses my head, massages my paws, and scratches my ribs all the time. She says that spot on top of…