A Nylabone. The groundhogs I kill for this family, and THAT’s what I get for Christmas. Gotta say, pretty underwhelmed. Thinking Molly’s humans are giving her the run of Pet Smart right now and let’s face it, Frisco’s so damned spoiled he’s probably having his nails shampooed with the tears of angels while he licks [...]
Well, by the level of chaos around here I can only assume it's Christmas week. She's totally behind and muttering to herself a lot. I'm getting a lot of bones this week, and not just scavenged deer carcass ones either. I guess it's easier to pull a steak out of the freezer and hand it [...]
My name needs some explaining obviously. There's another Jack Russell involved - the one that the people in my life were in love with years ago. They decided to do the 'naming after thing' which means that new people spend a lot of time saying "Mango?" or quoting Blazing Saddles or showing their awareness of [...]
I'm a Jack Russell Terrier and that's not a confession. In my smoother puppy days... If you're imagining your Aunt Grace's nasty little barker with a weasel snout that used to snap at your butt, was spastic-crazy and growled when you stood near her food bowl, I just need to make it [...]
