good dog jack is working on a bone
The shape of my imaginary pet is clearly informed by my real-life english bulldog
I got home in the evening, just as a big long front of thunderstorms hit. Managed to extricate myself from keeping Jack the bulldog company, and run to the studio for a few minutes to dash this off.
Here’s Jack, guarding the house to keep the thunder out.
whatever it is, jack is having none of it.
the puppy party has some strange guests
Jack the bulldog was tied up outside my studio when he spotted the neighborhood skunk coming around the corner. Luckily I was able to grab the Jack’s leash before Mr. Skunk had time to turn and take aim, leaving me holding onto 45 pounds of “I want it NOW”, as he walked away a bit huffily.