Puppy Jack
We gave Jackson his first haircut over the weekend. He is 8. It was like shearing a sheep. It took a long time and he hated every minute of it. But as soon as it was done, we went outside. Once he felt the wind on his newly shorn skin, he was like a puppy reborn. I am not sure if he was experiencing something akin to the swimmer’s feel for the water post-shaving, but he was beside himself with joy. The first time we shaved Archie, the vet tech who did it told me that cats come to either strutting or hiding. Archie hid. Well, Jack’s no cat, but came out of the experience strutting. Not only does he look like a puppy again, he is acting like one too. I wasn’t quite prepared for just how big his ears would be though and I still haven’t adapted to how small he really is. But I love seeing him this happy, and I think he is absolutely adorable this way.