This is Jackson, one of my dogs.
Walking Jackson is like walking a cement truck, only the cement truck is smarter and more obedient.
Others think he's cute. One time a lady came up to pet him and Jackson developed a hard-on the size of a goalie's hockey stick. How embarrassing. For Jackson.
Ever since that incident, instead of calling him Jacks-on, I call him Jacks-off.
He craps like an elephant and has the memory of a toaster.
Sure. I love him for his faults.
