Good to the last Drop

There must have been something good in that bucket on the Gator. Jackson would not leave it alone.

Butler on the other hand was oblivious, he wanted to make sure I got a decent picture of him and is showing his good side!

Back to Jackson,

I knew he could hear me. Every time I called his name, he would wag his tail furiously. But he would not come out of the bucket until he had every last drop of goodness out.