Tweet Longtime friends here at JuicyMaters knew Jackie. She was a little halfbreed…more like 57 breed mix, really..dog that I got last year when she was about 6 weeks old. Remember…I asked y’all for help naming her, being unable to do better than DAD…short for Dumb A** Dog…myself. I got a few suggestions from y’all, and a threat from Irish, my 6 ft tall redheaded friend, that no matter what I BETTER get away from DAD, so the puppy wound up being named Jackie. Jackie was a small dog, around 20-25 lbs I would guess, and not really my type. I like big dogs, like Rotties and Mastiffs, but I tolerated Jackie. After all, she had been gifted to me by a desperate neighbor. Jennifer, the neighbor, [read more...]
Jackie had puppies last Wednesday…I think the combination of mid-summer heat and 6 puppies suckling for sustenance has done what growing up into an adult dog hadn’t…slowed her down enough that she doesn’t need Valium, like she did back when I wrote this. I just hope that when the puppies are gone, and a few months down the road when cooler weather returns, she stays somewhat calmer than she was before.
I hope she stays calmer so I never have to beg y’all for valium for Jackie again…’cause you don’t help out and send it!
So anyway, previous conversations I have had with you, my friends and readers, has established that I have reason for being nervous about falling trees, and that my dog has a very hyper personality. Well, this week the combination is driving me nuts…
Why old farts don’t need small, young, and yappy dogs.









