Jack -up date

Our dog Lily was such a wonderful girl it is easy to forget what she was like as a pup. The name Lily was chosen because I could see that she would grow into a big girl with a Rottie shaped head. I wanted her name to be gentle and friendly sounding. It suited her because everywhere we went people would just smile and pet her and even hug her. I remember one stranger, a college student who knelt in front of her and gave her a big hug. He then smiled and grabbed a handful of skin on both sides of her  and jiggled her "fluffiness".  "Love the sophisticated heat retention system!" he laughed as her fat wiggled. Can't imagine too many dogs would allow that from strangers, but Our Lily just gave him a big wet kiss. Good girl. But..........
We called her Lily-Gator at home. She was the mouthiest pup I had ever met. All pups nip and chew until you teach them that fingers and toes are not chew toys but Lily was a bit resistant to that training. She bit and chewed and gnawed everything! - our fingers, our toes, pant cuffs, hems of nightgowns, slippers, shoes,glasses, books, furniture, walls, and when she, did those baby jaws snapped shut with a loud sound much like a twenty foot gator snapping its jaws. Thus, Lily -Gator. She remodeled the legs of chairs and ate through the cross bar of the coffee table.
She also had a wicked sense of humor. I like to teach a dog to come by making a game of it. My daughter and I were sitting across the living room calling Lily back and forth .Lily was around seven months old and already 70 pounds. As soon as one of us got her and gave her a vigorous head rub, the other would call and she'd turn and run back. I had just called her and as she turned towards me I saw a twinkle in her eye and I had just a second to think oh,oh when she launched herself and jumped across the room and into my lap. OOF! Fiona laughed and called "Good one Lily-Gator" and Lily turned her head and with a big doggy grin launched off my stomach across the room and hit Fiona hard enough the chair moved back. I heard a groan mixed with laughter from my daughter buried under 70 pounds of happy dog. That was our Lily.
Jack is showing signs that he might be following in her paw prints. Four days and I have lost my slippers to puppy teeth, my boots are slightly modified and there is a noticeable dent in the cross bar of the coffee table. I was lying on the couch reading. Jack was on the couch as well. I noticed him crawl onto the arm of the couch but didn't think much about it when OOF! He had launched his six week 12 pound body directly onto my stomach! Somewhere I think Lily just said "good one Jack!"