Observation-Interaction 1st Draft

He was ours, the day we took home a four month old, male, Boxer mix Pit Bull puppy. He has short silky black fur with specks of dandruff that scattered from his head to his tail and a white Go T. He has ears bigger than Dumbo, flopped over forward as they dangle pass his brown pouting eyes and a head too big for his body making him look like a bubble head. A shy little fellow we called Jackson. Jackson was the newest member to our family after our bossy three year old daughter, Tylie. And our 15 month old, momma’s boy, Vincent. Those three were inseparable from that day forth.


The Three Musketeers interacted with each other the moment their wide eyes open to the morning sunlight and of course after they use the restroom. Tylie would come stumbling out of the bedroom door carrying Jackson’s two foot by one and a half foot white cotton ball bed while dragging his green teddy bear blanket over her shoulder. Then, she places his bed on the ground and in the corner next to the chocolate microfiber sectional. Instantly, Jackson would make himself comfortable sitting his butt down with a high posture. Meanwhile, Vincent comes running with his legs swinging out to the side up to Jackson. Vincent says good morning to Jackson by rubbing his nose. As a response, Jackson sticks out his pink tongue and licks Vincent’s hands; first, on the palm, in between his fingers, then on the top of his hand, and all over. After morning greetings are done, Tylie gentle places Jackson’s stainless steel bowl of water and Pedigree food on the ground and yells, “Come get it boy!” As Jackson strolls up to Tylie brushing his wet nose on Tylie’s purple cupcake pajamas. And breakfast is served to all.


After a balance breakfast, it was play time. As the kids scream and yell effortlessly up and down the hallway and in their room. Jackson is following right behind them or dodging their every move as they come bolting at him. During one point, Tylie and Vincent went into their room and slammed the door leaving Jackson hanging on the other side. Jackson rapidly wagged his tail as he got down on his front two legs barking, until someone cracked the door open and Jackson pushes his way through. Not only did Jackson want to play with the kids, it was also vice versa. Vincent would grab Jackson’s red and neon green ball with a yellow rope, which smells like an old dirty wet rag and hammered it on Jackson’s head and forcing the toy in his mouth. Besides being ruthless to Jackson Vincent would also grip his tiny hands around the ball and chucked it three foot across the room as Jackson fetches the ball and brings it back to Vincent. Tylie on the other hand was more gentle and sparked conversation with Jackson. She also teaches Jackson tricks. Holding in her left hand was a little brown piece of beef jerky stick hiding behind her back. First, she places her right hand in a fist in front of Jackson and yells her demands, “Jackson, siiit…siiit!” As she steps backwards and straighten out her fist she says, “Stay…Jackson…stay…” Then, she pats both her thighs and cheerfully says, “Come here boy!” As Jackson listens to her commands he gets rewarded. Burning of energy requires food and naps which applied to all three at the same time.


Sounds of whining and crying came out of the bedroom as the kids wake up from their afternoon nap. The weeping startled Jackson from his nap as well. After forcing himself up and stretching his back legs he shuffled over to the kid’s close door and patiently waits till it opens. Then, in the evening the kids sat watching SpongeBob on the ground. Jackson sat back to back with them guarding and protecting the kids, unless they got up and roam around. Jackson would sit and watch the kids play; turning his head left and right, eyeballing Tylie and Vincent where ever they went. Jackson didn’t mind if the kids lay on his bed with him nor did the kids mind Jackson resting and snoring on their lap. The three of them were very attached to each other and the bonding is still growing as they progress.