Two houses down there is a little dachshund named Junior. Jackson loves Junior. Everytime we leave the house, he runs to Junior's gate and yells, "HI Junior!" When we pull up the street, he says, "I want to see Junior!" If Junior's not hanging out on his stoop, Jackson climbs on their fence and stares into their window until Junior jumps up on the windowsill. It's a little awkward, as I stand there and try not to look into their window.