“Problems cannot be solved at the same level of awareness that created them.” – Albert Einstein

Our son has a Jack Russell Terrier.  Brownie.

My dog, Brownie

There is no more stereotypical “boy’s dog” than a Jack.  Think “My Dog Skip”.  They have boundless energy for “boy things” like playing catch, tag and back yard exploration.

Jack Russell Terriers are also, if nobody has explained this to you yet, congenitally insane.

 Here is a short list of things that Brownie has deemed dire hazards to Harry’s health and welfare:


Water pistols

Playground balls

The mailman

Strange dogs

All cats

Moving leaves




Harry risking his life...Brownie to the rescue!

And her method of defense, which consists of barking hysterically and pouncing repeatedly is absolutely hilarious to a two-year old. 

At least I always know where he is. 

May 30th, 2007 at 4:39 pm
2 Responses to “A boy and his dog”
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    jodi Says:

    My parents had a jack russel terrier when I was born. That was the meanest dog ever!!!

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    Cinnkitty Says:

    Really? Congenitally insane? Like Cocker Spaniel insane? Or more like Schnauzer insane? That’s just scary. I love Jack Russell’s, but you ain’t kidding about being a bundle o’ energy. Perfect match for Harry!