There just isn’t a better title I could give.

Jackson is just what the good doctor ordered. Let me start from the beginning – the evening of the 22nd – when I met my true love.

The breeder had called me to let me know there was an earlier appointment – but the 3 of us (my good friend W. and my little cousin – honorary co-momma) made it only a few minutes earlier than our first appointment. We were greeted by the most obnoxious barking ever. LOL. My breeder has 3 of her own – little furry maltese babies – well not babies, technically. Jackson’s momma – Jackson’s daddy and a relative – a little toy that my breeder could not part with. I sat on the couch – and waited for the two babies to make their appearance. I picked up Jackson first and he went totally limp. He sat so still and looked at me with these big black eyes with a mixture of annoyance and submission. He was about 1/2 of pound hair – and he barely tops the scale at 1 pound total weight. When I placed him down to pick up his brother – he immediately attacked his mama – hanging from her tail and running around her in circles as if to show me how cute and spoiled he really was. His brother while on the floor was what I suspected Jackson to be – submissive – following the leader (Jackson) and kinda allowing everyone to run circles around him. He seemed quiet – maybe a bit shy – and pretty unimpressed with us. I really wanted to like him because it felt like he needed me to protect him. But in my arms he shook – and looked for an easy escape. I’m sure he would have gotten use to me – but with Jackson there was no test – just immediate acceptance and a cool – somewhat brave – attitude. Like he expected me to like him – and would show off in case I hadn’t quite got the message. The choice was an easy one. I pretty much knew already – but grew a bit worried when the breeder told me he would be a bit of a hellian. In the past 24 hours her words have appeared to be well founded. But I’m getting a head of myself.

After the buying agreement (with some minor changes) had been signed – and money had exchanged hands – Jackson was officially mine. My little son. I allowed (lol) my cousin to hold him on the way home – prepared for a bout of car sickness, but there was none. No crying – no yelping – no wistful eyes looking back at his home. Nothing. He just settled in my cousin’s lap and chilled for the 30 minute drive home. The engine had barely been turned off – and my other cousin was running towards the car with arms stretched wide. Jackson had been mine for less than 2 hours – and it took another hour before I finally was able to hold him – nestle my face into his soft white fur and just be amazed at how absofrickenlutely gorgeous he was.

Jackson has changed me. I was one of those people who would be completely grossed out by seeing a dog parent doing some of the things I now oooh and awww over. I oohed and awwwwed when Jackson’s little tongue found my face and I swear his breath is so puppy breath-y it’s incredible – but I inhale it as though I’m getting ready to kiss someone who has consumed a whole pack of tic tacs. I applaud like mad when he poops on his little pee pad – which in and of itself is just plain gross when you think about it…but somehow down right adorable when little Jackson relieves himself on it. Earlier today I noticed that his little bottom had poop attached which had dried and had begun to fossilize. Holding his 1 lb body in my hands I took a wash cloth (mentally adds baby washcloths to shopping list) and began to attack the dried feces all the while cooing and aahing at him – totally oblivious to the fact that I was washing my dog’s anus. I got it bad. I figure – nothing else really matters aside from Jackson’s eliminating routinely on his pee pee pads (today he missed the mark completely – momma took away one of the pads a bit prematurely and Jackson peed at the location of now missing mat. It hasn’t quite connected in his head that the PAD is the target and not the LOCATION – but Mommy is patient and has many paper towels for such errors. ).

Jackson is a little maltese – at maturity he’ll probably reach a petite 5 pounds or so which falls in line with the “standard” I’m told – not that it really matters except to say he’s a small dog with mucho attitude. I heard a song once about short people. I have no clue who sang it – but it sat in my head as probably one of the meanest songs ever. ‘specially cuz I’m a bit on the short side. From what I can recall, however, that song is pretty damn true. I find myself compensating for my size by being a bit on the loud side. I have a ferocious bark which hopefully convinces most people that I could really take out one of their ankles if I put my mind to it. Think Tonya Harding – only less portly. Jackson has short/little person complex. He doesn’t care how tall you are – he will attack your feet with his razor sharp teeth in an instant. His little rope toys don’t intimidate him either, even though they are about a foot longer and about 2 pounds heavier than he is. He will run up and “talk” to anyone who cares to talk to him – even people who don’t want to speak to him he has a way of wooing. I can tell through all this puppy language of him which probably translates into something disappointing to a proud puppy mama like me (like typical of ANY puppy!) that Jackson is gifted. He’s exceptionally bright and well adjusted for his age and plays well with others. He even, on occasion, shares his toys.

So there you have it. I promise to not litter my blog with little puppy antecdotes. Wait…I promise not to do that EVERY day (lol). I also here by solemnly swear that Jackson will not take over my life. I’m well aware that I have homework that will soon be due, work to do, and well – panties to select. I won’t let you down. He makes it very difficult for me to want to do anything but bury my face in his fur and kiss him while telling him what a precious little man he is though. Damn – I got it bad.

I had many other things to talk about in this entry – but for the life of me I can’t remember them. It’s nearing 3:30AM and Jackson will be waking me up around 6:00am so he can impress me with his wonderful pee marking skills. I can’t let him down. I will be on tomorrow probably around… I dunno… 8:00PM or so? I may actually even log on for a bit during the day tomorrow after I complete a few errands.

A special thank you to Jackson’s God-mother and Auntie for the gift certificate. That was very sweet of you and Jackson has a special message for you. Just a sec. Let me see if I can translate…

Jackson:

grrrrrr *whine whine* grrrrrr Woof!

Translation:

For the love of God and all that is holy – please make sure the gift certificate wasn’t to some damn prissy clothing for dogs site. Only a fricken YORKIE would wear a rain coat, dawg!

Kids. So ungrateful…