Our son has a Jack Russell Terrier.  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:
Squirrels
Water pistols
Playground balls
The mailman
Strange dogs
All cats
Moving leaves
Sticks
Dirt
Rocks
And her method of defense, which consists of barking hysterically and pouncing repeatedly is absolutely hilarious to a two-year old.Â
At least I always know where he is.Â
May 30th, 2007 at 4:39 pm
2 Responses to “A boy and his dog”
My parents had a jack russel terrier when I was born. That was the meanest dog ever!!!
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!