So we should talk about Jack...

Jack seems to have caught on that we're moving. Every time we walk out the door to throw something away or put something in the car, he sits at the front door whining in a high pitched cry. If we come back 5 or 10 minutes later, he's still sitting there. It's pathetic. But when we open the door, he's all "oh hey, I forgot you even left... what's up?" We think he was given up for adoption when his last owners moved, so he's on edge. The other night he started barking at 3 a.m.

We're pretty concerned about how he's going to do on the trip. The first day is 10 hours to Columbus and he'll spend all 10 hours sitting on the lap of the person in the passenger side, staring at the person driving and attempting to make a move to sit on their lap or lick their face, or he'll sit on the floor behind the driver and try to claw his way through next to the door. This is approximately what that will look like.

Oh and his nails hurt like a bitch. We've tried to have his nails clipped, but when we go to pick him up, they pretty much say no dice and have scratches all over themselves. He had to be muzzled at the vet last week and all she was doing was feeling his chest and listening to his heart.

On the other hand is my brother Stu and his girlfriend Kyle's dog Buddy. He is a gentle giant. People who think all pit bulls are vicious should meet Buddy and he will change your mind in a heart beat. He makes Jack look like that chick from the Exorcist. One time Jack actually drew blood on Buddy's lip. When Stu and Kyle travel with him, they put a little blanket down on the backseat and there he rests for the duration. This is approximately what that looks like.

I'm thinking maybe we could make a trade? Jack would LOVE New York. He's kind of a fashionista: