This is Junior. He is the 5th dog that we have had in our little family. He came to us in August 2007.
He was a rescue dog. Junior was found in the country, outside of Portland, tied to a tree with a piece of rope. The first couple of days he was with us we hardly saw him. I would spy him out of the corner of my eye as he scampered to find a place to hide.
Our vet thought he was about a year old & was Jack Russell & maybe Rat Terrier. His tail had not been docked & he still had dew claws & had not been "fixed". He has the cutest set of nuts...
I know, I know, we need have him neutered, but they are just one fine pair of balls.
He gradually became less shy & has easily become a major player in our household.
Our first dog was a terrier mix that we named Baby. At the time we were living in the Pike Place Market in Seattle. Baby had to go out our door, down a hall, out another door, down an elevator & down a hall to another door just to get outside... & yet she was house trained in about 5 weeks. She was a very cute puppy & as an adult she was a broad. Baby was the canine equivalent of Joan Blondell. She died at 13 of Cushing Disease. We had her put down at home. Her Daddies wailed & cried like Mexican women at the Feast Of Our Lady Of Guadalupe.
Next came a little Jack Russell that we named- Sister, because we had been telling Baby that we would get her a little Sister. Baby hated Sister & I think never really forgave us for bringing her into the house. Sister was a tiny 12 pounds of total alpha dog. She would climb into trees to try & get squirrels. Sister made the move with us to Portland. At the end of her life she was deaf & senile. She would walk in circles for hours & could not find her way out of a corner. She died when she was 16. We had her put down at home. Her daddies wailed & cried like Mexican women at the Feast Of Our Lady Of Guadalupe. She was 16.
After Baby died we got a rescue dog- our first male dog, a Jack Russell that we named Butch.
Butch & Sister got along well. Butch was the best & nicest dog we ever had. He was calm (for a terrier) & sweet natured. Butch got along with everyone. He broke his foot once & we didn't realize it for days. He was so stoic that he never even whimpered. He died very suddenly. I had taken him to the vet because he seemed to be having some trouble. After a couple of hours of testing, our vet said-"get this dog to Dove Lewis Emergency Animal Hospital as soon as possible... he has almost no red cells in his blood & needs a transfusion!" At Dove Lewis I was told that it would be $3000-$5000 just to get a diagnosis. This was not possible for us & we felt incredible pain that we couldn't do everything to keep him going. He died at the hospital at 16. He was so loved & I can still cry when I think about him. He is pictured here (at the top) towards the end of his life.
Larry is another rescue Jack Russell. He is kind of a shit head. Larry is fat & bossy & he demands food when he wants it. He has been know to stare at the drawer in the kitchen that holds the biscuits for hours at a time. He is pictured here with Junior.
The husband & I love dogs...
Baby May 18 1985-February 11 1998
Sister July 11 1989- November 17 2005
Butch December 22 1991- August 10 2007
Larry May 28 1997
Junior ???
