This is what my pictures of Jip look like lately. Pretty bad. But he's been pretty bad himself. He's wound for sound, mile a minute, and bouncing off the walls crazy lately. And barking at a decibel that feels like it will split your ear drums. Yikes. It must be a doggie equivalent to the terrible-twos. He's been jumping and nipping and chewing the cabinets and the drawer knobs, ripping holes in my pajamas in the mornings and scarfing his food so fast he throws up. What a boy.
Here's one of him barking. I've been trying to get a picture of him for days so that I could write about him, but I guess these blurry ones are fitting for the phase (hopefully) he's in.
Finally, a good one this morning. Don't be fooled by that look of innocence. 30 seconds later he was trying to bite my camera.