Jackson has gone from a dog that actively disliked close contact (growled and snapped) to one that absolutely demands it. He jumps on the bed and stretches, full-length on top of me, belly to belly. He likes to “share” the armchair with me, each of us wedging our seats into a corner and then overlapping limbs. Jackson even likes it to cuddle together inside his kennel (although I prefer to do this in Jasper’s kennel because it is larger). When I got home school today he would not leave my side, even for outfit photos. (And, as I write this, he is at my side, whining and begging for attention.)
Sweater, Banana Republic (thrifted and gifted). Shirt, Jones New York (thrifted). Belt, Buckle. Skirt Hauber Sporting Life (thrifted). Booties, Vince Camuto (consignment).
Yeah, that dog gets plenty of attention. If you look closely, you might even see that the white on his face is covered in lipstick kisses.