Edgewater Greyts
A Year of Jack!

Jack loves to cockroach.

After everyone's teeth get brushed after dinner and the uprights want to catch up on TV (we TiVo), the household moves upstairs. Jack is usually the last one to come up. I think he doesn't want to commit to climbing the stairs until it is absolutely certain that we are changing floors. It's just as likely however that he wants to be sure that no morsel has been left uneaten. He has on multiple occasions found the liver brownies container mistakenly left in ready reach when I've finished brushing teeth.

When Jack does climb up the stairs, he bounds into the room with big exaggerated bounds as fast as he can, and greets us, tail wagging, as if to say, "were you watching? I DID IT! Now scratch me! Yes!" Then he scopes out the couch, or the futon, and joyfully leaps on it, claiming it as his. After he kicks, chuffs, and squirms himself there, wrecking the covers and sending the pillows flying, he'll bomb-dive, perfectly executing a dropped shoulder roll in which he ends up cockroached against the back of the couch. A few minor adjustments and squirms later and he'll remain sleeping inverted like that, twitching and kicking in his dreams until someone makes him move to go out for the bedtime potty. If Tom or I join him on the futon he will snuggle up against us, encouraging all the scritches and rubs he can get for the entire evening.

	Jack gets his beauty rest

Most of the time these days that's where he'll end up settling in for the night - upstairs on the couch or futon upside down. I love the times though that he wants to sleep on my bed with me as he's a very good bed-buddy and stays quiet for the evening. He likes it when I prop a pillow and roll him into a cockroach position against it. He'll stay like that for most of the night before changing positions.



Jack loves to sleep.

Nighttime, daytime, it doesn't matter. Duh, he IS a greyhound.

I don't know what else to say about him. He lives a dog's life here. He's happy. He loves meeting people, He loves walks. He loves mealtimes. He really gets happy and excited when his people come home and loves to hang with them. He's very intelligent, and I often admit that he may be smarter than the people in the house. We try to not let him think so though.

He's his own person. He belongs to himself. He has a strong will. He is very loving. He has a sense of humor. He is eager to please provided you ask him nice and don't bully him. Reminds me of me. :-)

Jack is my friend.

I have thoroughly loved this year with him that we've been gifted with. I can't tell you how much I love this old guy.

Full of light - that's Jack!

Full of fire - that's Jack!

Brat.

That's Jack.