Jacob. Scott's family dog. He is a lab mutt with perky ears and a sometimes-grumpy personality. He's an old man, to say the least. He likes a couple of friendly pats and then he sometimes growls to let you know not to touch him. He's a little moody. I think he's trying to figure out why I'm still here. Needless to say, we're getting there. He likes that I share my banana-slathered-with-peanut-butter with him sometimes. And lets him lick the leftover peanut butter from the spoon off my finger. He doesn't like it when I pet him too many times. He's more my friend when we're outside playing in the snow. He comes trotting over to my car when I get home, tail wagging, presumably excited to see me. Just don't look at him funny. Or touch his tennis balls. Ever.
Right now Jacob is about as close to me as he possibly can be. Closer than I think he's ever been. We've introduced a new subwoofer to the speaker family and he doesn't so much dig the new beats. Thunder-esque sounds? Sort of. He's a little afraid I think, so he's curled up under my feet. It's pretty cute. I think we're friends for now. We'll see what happens later ... hopefully we'll stay friends.
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