He and I – I and He. That's all it's been for two weeks now. But it's coming to an end tonight when She Returns. Don't get the wrong idea. I like Her. She throws weeds, lets me get dirty and puts an egg on my food in the morning. She's not putting it [...]
Where to begin. I'm a Jack Russell Terrier. I know it and They knew it way before there was any talk of bringing me into the family. That doesn't mean good things for cats. But as a bonus, it doesn't mean good things for rats, voles, moles, groundhogs, skunks (That was, upon reflection, a [...]
I’m not into these big parties She likes to throw. Lots of smells, lots of chaos, usually lots of little kids and everyone way too distracted to get off their butts and throw my ball; but I’ve gotta say, a party made up of plant people usually means a party made up of pet [...]
Not content to ruin her own life with empty New Year promises, She put me on the radar last night. There I am minding my own business in front of the fire, doing the dutiful dog thing, Happy Last Day of 2017 and all that, when I hear her say, “Mungo needs to lose [...]
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 [...]
Many long time readers don't need an introduction to Mungo, our well-loved Jack Russell who is my constant companion in the garden. Every garden should have a garden dog, and if you're a cat person instead, every garden should have a garden cat. We've got both (well, several when it comes to cats) and [...]
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 [...]
