Poor little Jack was trying to sleep on the sofa and I snapped off a couple of photos and the flash woke him. He opened one eye – just a little, and promptly fell back asleep.
Jack is my pound puppy from last year, and is nearly a year old.
Just slightly less than 10 inches tall, and less than 10 pounds,
I think he may be part Cairn, but who knows what the other parts are! Jack never has a bad day. He also smiles when I talk to him and wrinkles up his nose.
He has a sweet, sweet personality. I’ve never had a more endearing dog.