Jack Russell terrier – Page 5 – FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER!

Pavlov’s Perfume

November 26, 2019November 25, 2019 Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal shelter, ARF, Belgian Malinois, California, dogs, Houdini, humor, Jack Russell terrier, memoir, Pavlov, pet, relationshipsLeave a comment

My girlfriend, who shall remain nameless, lest someone recognize her on this page, has a three-time rescue dog like mine. Hers also started out as a voluntary surrender puppy after his owner first lost a home in the Redding fire. Or possibly he was at the Redding shelter and got shipped out to make room… Continue reading Pavlov’s Perfume

The Story of my Rescue Puppy, Pepper

November 7, 2019November 7, 2019 Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, ARF, break-ins, burglaries, California, care giver, dog training, dogs, firsts, humor, Jack Russell terrier, labrador, memoir, pit bull1 Comment

I laughed out loud. I had joked about a getting a pit bull, and the universe had dropped two of them in my path.

When your Dog Wants to Kill your Friend’s Dog

August 1, 2019August 1, 2019 Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal training, beach, Carmel, carpool, dogs, girl friends, humor, Jack Russell terrier, labrador, relationships, thrift store2 Comments

I invited my friend to my beach house, and she asked to bring her twelve-pound rescue dog. I was hesitant to answer. I wondered how it would work out with my two bigger dogs. Pepper, a mellow lab mix, would be fine. The wild card was Daisy, the twenty-pound Jack Russell terrier. Daisy is a… Continue reading When your Dog Wants to Kill your Friend’s Dog

When the Rescue Dog is a Ratter

July 20, 2019July 19, 2019 Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal shelter, birdfeeder, birds, continental breakfast, hotel, humor, Jack Russell terrier, plum tree, rats, relationships, shed, squirrels, terrierLeave a comment

The timid white dog with the brown head wouldn’t take a treat from the rescue dog volunteer. I liked her face, anyway, and took her home. Fast forward 18 months. The plum tree in the back side yard becomes loaded with fruit. The platform for the shed which I stupidly put next to the plum… Continue reading When the Rescue Dog is a Ratter

Expectations

July 19, 2019July 18, 2019 Posted in attitude, California, carpool, choices, chorus, dancing, Democrats, dinner, dreams, empathy, expectations, honesty, honey-do list, humor, husband, Jack Russell terrier, judgment, live music, preferences, relationships, socialist, texting4 Comments

It’s funny how you notice other people’s expectations and how they sometimes don’t align with your own. How they expect you to be available seven nights a week to do stuff. How they expect you to be hungry at regular meal times, even though your schedule is uniquely your own. How they expect you to… Continue reading Expectations

Pavlov’s Perfume

May 10, 2019 Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal shelter, ARF, Belgian Malinois, California, dogs, Houdini, humor, Jack Russell terrier, memoir, Pavlov, pet, relationships1 Comment

My girlfriend, who shall remain nameless, lest someone recognize her on this page, has a three-time rescue dog like me. Hers also started out as a voluntary surrender puppy after his owner first lost a home in the Redding fire. Or possibly he was at the Redding shelter and got shipped out to make room… Continue reading Pavlov’s Perfume

L is for Loco (Loca)

April 11, 2019April 10, 2019 Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal training, best, dogs, granite, humor, Jack Russell terrier, labrador, leash, memoir, puppy, relationships1 Comment

Tonight at chorus rehearsal, an older friend asked me how my dogs were doing. I told him about Pepper, the lab mix, whom my contractor calls a sweetheart. She got a little loca the other day. The granite guys came to make templates for my counter tops, and Pepper, who is usually pretty happy to see… Continue reading L is for Loco (Loca)

Bad Daisy, Rescue Dog

March 21, 2019March 21, 2019 Posted in animal adoption, animal rescue, animal training, ball launcher, dogs, firsts, Jack Russell terrier, last, memoir, relationships, Vizla, worstLeave a comment

Fifteen months into owning Daisy, the Jack Russell terrier, we had a bad event in the park just now. I taught Daisy how to fetch a ball and have been playing with her in the park next to my house every day for months. The neighbor girls, ages 5 and 7, run out to meet… Continue reading Bad Daisy, Rescue Dog