Friday, September 27, 2013

Never assume anything about a Jack Russell.

Perdy, our Jack Russell is now just over three years old. Gone are the days of constant bedlam; the days of coming home to chewed up cables, table-legs, cushions turned into snow, strewn throughout the lounge, followed by a manic welcome that threatens further mayhem if she is not immediately taken for a walk.
Now, apart from a bit of jumping and whimpering on my return from work, she generally waits while I change into something more comfortable before heading off to a nearby park. Once there, she enjoys the freedom of being 'leashless,' mixing it with other dogs, usually those  far bigger than herself and finding smelly things to roll in, thereby necessitating a bath or at least a quick squirt from the garden hose. Of course my car is gradually turning onto a 'farm vehicle,' with the strange somewhat unknown smell of her park activities bringing a whole new meaning to the term, l'odeur de voiture.'
Once back home, Perdy sort of settles down in  the hope that dinner is not far away. She does remind us in her usual vociferous, sometimes in a head challenging manner that cannot be ignored. We are the masters--right? You can make a call on that one! Once fed, Perdy pops outside and either spreads herself in front of the sliding door, in order to maintain a vigilance; one in which she takes it upon herself to warn the neighbourhood about any human comings and goings, to say nothing of the cats that seem to tease her from just beyond the gate. I have to admire the patience of my neighbours. They rarely say much about her noisy barking, but I suspect she gets under their skins at times and we have observed them telling her to 'shut the f---up' when they think we are away. (That means we left the car up on the road.)
On the whole, I like to think that Perdy is a better behaved dog now. Spring is here now and I have started my little 'salad planting' challenge. I am looking forward to reaping the pleasures of freshly harvested greens. Imagine my reaction when I received the picture displayed below. So that is what the little 'innocent and well-behaved Jack Russell gets up to when my eyes are averted! The picture speaks for itself. My poor 'destroyed garden.'
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OMG---you little bitch!