It's becoming more apparant to me that Jack wants to be a dog, or maybe he thinks he is a dog. A couple of weeks ago I caught him on his hands and knees drinking from the dogs' water bowl and then later acting like he was eating from their food bowl. That's not to say he hasn't eaten their food because he has. He just wasn't that night. Here he's decided he wants to see what those sticks that Max and Marley are so obsessed with taste like.
For whatever reason, I got out the finger paints this afternoon. He was already nasty from the sandbox, so I thought what the heck. As you can see, he pretty much painted everything but the paper (you should see my pants and legs) and I had to strip him down before taking him inside.
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