After weeks and weeks of “army crawling”, doing “the worm” and a freaky hybrid of scooting and violent lunging, Jack finally crawled on Sunday. And now he’s a crawling fool. He’s all over the place. He’s loves to go after Kirby. Kirbles will lay down in the same room with him, Jack will see him and start taking off for him, but before he gets close enough the grab him, Kirby gets up and moves. Kirby has no time for Jack’s attentions. He must have better things to do. Like sleep and drool. Sounds like the life to me.