One of Jax's jobs that doesn't exist much anymore is to keep rock squirrels out of the vehicles. When the septic truck pulled up the other day a squirrel ran up inside it while the engine was running. So did Jax. When I yelled at the driver he hit the air brakes and blew Jax about ten feet out in front of the truck. Jax recovered and started heading back to get inside the engine. After enough yelling at him he finally stayed away.
I'm in town the other day and after a year plus or so of not hearing from Michelle his shot records showed up with no note or anything. I didn't know it but sometime the end of this month Jax will be eight years old. The fact that he's survived for most of those years out here with his crazy thought process is pretty amazing.
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