This was the holiday, baby boy. Uncle Evan playing his guitar, which you watched intently but without grabbing for the instrument, unlike your sisters before you. And Jackson, the dog, which was your first experience with a big animal like this. You mostly scurried for cover after he enthusiastically knocked you down and licked your face soon after we arrived. By the end of the visit you were creeping close and touching him gently, as long as he didn't come towards you.
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