I Need Air, Dad!

Jake presses his nose against the air-conditioning vent as hard as he can when he's hot or we're passing a stinky something. He uses your knee like a person dogrest. His eyes narrow to mere slits and he seems to really enjoy just smelling. Here he is on my husband's knee, inhaling deeply. He likes the air best when we drive by a cow pasture or a pungent chicken factory.