You Don't Know Jack

You don't know Jack like I know Jack. I guess I shouldn't talk about my own son like this but his barking is so relentless. I have heard that he can be heard all the way down the street. It just doesn't stop. I guess if we could eliminate the squirrels from the back yard, maybe the mailman, the meter reader, the neighbors gardeners, other neighborhood dogs and anyone that sticks their faces over the fence, then maybe he wouldn't bark so much. I guess I have no one but myself to blame. I must have spoiled him. Yeah, spoiled, that's my boy. He always wants to be the first to the food dish when dinner scraps are passed out. You would think he would let his mother in first or share. Well, a mothers love is unconditional. Oh, someone just got out the shower. I need a drink.