Jack Russell Stories

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Little did I suspect.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood</B></div> <div> <B>with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an</B></div> <div> <B>oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out</B></div> <div> <B>from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in</B></div> <div> <B>front of me.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>It was a squirrel, and it must have been trying to</B></div> <div> <B>run across the road when it encountered the car. I</B></div> <div> <B>really was not going very fast, but there was no</B></div> <div> <B>time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on</B></div> <div> <B>a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger</B></div> <div> <B>to me. I barely had time to brace for the</B></div> <div> <B>impact.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered,</B></div> <div> <B>can take care of themselves!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his</B></div> <div> <B>feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my</B></div> <div> <B>oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his</B></div> <div> <B>beady little eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last</B></div> <div> <B>possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty</B></div> <div> <B>sure the scream</B></div> <div> <B>was squirrel for, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you</B></div> <div> <B>gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing</B></div> <div> <B>short of spectacular...</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and</B></div> <div> <B>impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set</B></div> <div> <B>upon me. If I did not know better, I would</B></div> <div> <B>have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along</B></div> <div> <B>for the attack.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was</B></div> <div> <B>a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a</B></div> <div> <B>light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans, this</B></div> <div> <B>was a bit of cause for concern. This furry little</B></div> <div> <B>tornado was doing some damage!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome</B></div> <div> <B>cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather</B></div> <div> <B>gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet</B></div> <div> <B>residential street, and in the fight of his life</B></div> <div> <B>with a squirrel. And losing... I grabbed for him</B></div> <div> <B>with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally</B></div> <div> <B>managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I</B></div> <div> <B>flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike,</B></div> <div> <B>almost running into the right curb as I</B></div> <div> <B>recoiled from the throw.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>That should have done it. The matter should have</B></div> <div> <B>ended right there. It really should have. The</B></div> <div> <B>squirrel could have sailed into one of the</B></div> <div> <B>pristinely kept yards and gone on about his</B></div> <div> <B>business, and I could have headed home. No one would</B></div> <div> <B>have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary</B></div> <div> <B>squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry</B></div> <div> <B>squirrel.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his</B></div> <div> <B>little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung</B></div> <div> <B>around and with a resounding thump and an amazing</B></div> <div> <B>impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed</B></div> <div> <B>his rather antisocial and extremely distracting</B></div> <div> <B>activities. He also managed to take my left glove</B></div> <div> <B>with him! The situation was not improved. Not</B></div> <div> <B>improved at all.</B></div> <div> <B>His attacks were continuing, and now I could not</B></div> <div> <B>reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The</B></div> <div> <B>combination of the force of the throw, only having</B></div> <div> <B>one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and</B></div> <div> <B>my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist</B></div> <div> <B>through my right hand and into the throttle. A</B></div> <div> <B>healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only</B></div> <div> <B>have one result. TORQUE. This is what the Valkyrie</B></div> <div> <B>is made for, and she is very,</B></div> <div> <B>very good at it. The engine roared and the front</B></div> <div> <B>wheel left the pavement.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>The squirrel screamed in anger.</B></div> <div> <B>The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy.</B></div> <div> <B>I screamed in .. well . I just plain screamed.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome</B></div> <div> <B>cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn</B></div> <div> <B>T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring</B></div> <div> <B>at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a</B></div> <div> <B>quiet residential street on one wheel, with a</B></div> <div> <B>demonic squirrel of death on his</B></div> <div> <B>back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming</B></div> <div> <B>bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was</B></div> <div> <B>forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars</B></div> <div> <B>and try to get control of the bike.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own</B></div> <div> <B>devices, but I really did not want to crash into</B></div> <div> <B>somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had</B></div> <div> <B>not yet figured out how to release the throttle. my</B></div> <div> <B>brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to</B></div> <div> <B>mash the back brake, but it had little effect</B></div> <div> <B>against the massive power of the big cruiser.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>About this time the squirrel decided that I was not</B></div> <div> <B>paying sufficient attention to this very serious</B></div> <div> <B>battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI</B></div> <div> <B>attack squirrel of death), and he came around my</B></div> <div> <B>neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing</B></div> <div> <B>in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed</B></div> <div> <B>intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel,</B></div> <div> <B>however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I</B></div> <div> <B>was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so</B></div> <div> <B>her front end started to drop.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome</B></div> <div> <B>cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn</B></div> <div> <B>T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove,</B></div> <div> <B>roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with</B></div> <div> <B>a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the</B></div> <div> <B>mostly closed full-face helmet. By now,</B></div> <div> <B>the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.</B></div> <div> <B>Finally I got the upper hand ... I managed to grab</B></div> <div> <B>his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and</B></div> <div> <B>slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time</B></div> <div> <B>it worked...sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of...so to</B></div> <div> <B>speak.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Picture a new scene.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>You are a cop.</B></div> <div> <B>You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet</B></div> <div> <B>residential street and parked with your windows down</B></div> <div> <B>to do some paperwork.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome</B></div> <div> <B>cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping</B></div> <div> <B>in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove,</B></div> <div> <B>moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and</B></div> <div> <B>screaming bloody murder, roars by, and with all his</B></div> <div> <B>strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly</B></div> <div> <B>into your police car.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I heard screams.</B></div> <div> <B>They weren't mine...</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I managed to get the big motorcycle under control</B></div> <div> <B>and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then</B></div> <div> <B>used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a</B></div> <div> <B>cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross</B></div> <div> <B>street.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my</B></div> <div> <B>glove back).</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I really would have.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Really...</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Except for two things.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>First, the cops did not seem interested or the</B></div> <div> <B>slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When</B></div> <div> <B>I looked back, the doors on both sides of the</B></div> <div> <B>patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the</B></div> <div> <B>passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk</B></div> <div> <B>into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from</B></div> <div> <B>the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat</B></div> <div> <B>was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at</B></div> <div> <B>his own police car. So, the cops were not interested</B></div> <div> <B>in me. They often insist on "letting the</B></div> <div> <B>professionals handle it" anyway.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>That was one thing.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>The other?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces</B></div> <div> <B>of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I</B></div> <div> <B>could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back</B></div> <div> <B>window, shaking his little fist at me.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>That is one dangerous squirrel.</B></div> <div> <B>And now he has a patrol car.</B></div> <div> <B>A somewhat shredded patrol car...but it was all his.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made</B></div> <div> <B>a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and</B></div> <div> <B>sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was</B></div> <div> <B>best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves...and a</B></div> <div> <B>whole lot of Band-Aids.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><IMG SRC="5f12ce10.jpg" border=0 width="300" height="225" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>Seagull Bailey</B></div> <div> <B>working on #2 NHC</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>As told by Cindi Anderson June 21, 2004</I></div> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="626" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="VOID" RULES="NONE" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 938 WIDTH="622"><div> As most of you know..Bailey has been after the elusive 3rd quarry toward her bronze. Bless her heart, it is not for lack of looking that is for sure! Yesterday i was invited to go out with my friends, Debby Calloway, Marybeth Clark and their friends, Jane and Penny. Well, it became apparent that everyone there was rooting for the Bay-girl. We found plenty of settes that looked very promising. Bailey went in and stayed a while and came out. Seems she was trying too! She found one sette that was very interesting. she entered in one side and gave little whimpers..she kept trying to push forward, but seemed to be at a dead end. she came out and went on the topside hole and tried to advance, but the hole was really tiny. So out she came and went back in the first one. Debby and gang came and with the locator box found her up against a tree...sigh. Debby said some of the GH will get behind roots and the dog can't advance and we can't dig to help. so it was decided to head off to other locations. </div> <div> We checked many fields and many settes..bailey was out on the ground at every location. As the afternoon started to wane..Debby said "lets check on more place" as soon as we got close to the area baileys nose went straight up and she was trying to jump from the polaris we were riding on. Once on the ground she was already tracking up and down a little fence row. she found a hole and in she went just a baying! we got the equipment and camera ready for her to bolt the critter or hold it till we could get to her.. well, she got about 10 feet in toward a hole that was a straight up and down hole. she pushed and pushed and finally we see a nose poking through. We tried to make the hole bigger to help her advance and as Debby tried to push her back with the yo-ho..bailey grabbed it and yanked it out of her hand! (i think this is where she was saying "but MOTHERRRR i would rather do it myself!) She pushed the little shovel behind her and kept pushing forward. we were able to make the hole a little bigger and she popped out with her head. she looked like a turtle with it's head sticking out. (that is the picture attached) Anyway, we worked and worked on getting her to get through to the hole we were watching from...but it was getting late and by now Bailey was exhausted (I figured she had been on the ground about 5 hours..in and out of settes and trying to find a critter). when she finally pushed on to the hole she just sat there panting. Debby said the last thing you want is to put a tired dog in a hole and it not have enough energy to defend itself or be able to get out if it gets in trouble. It was decided to pull Bailey out and look for a GH another day. Bailey was none too happy about that decision, but we were all happy with her tenacity. Of course we did get to dig..we had to get my little shovel that was still in the tunnel! Won't be long you elusive GH!!! </div> <div> Bailey slept all the way home and as you would know it..what did we see driving home? of course a GH playing in the median....geeeez.</div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><IMG SRC="5db2c120.jpg" border=0 width="300" height="274" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> "Okay now hand over the goodies!" </div> <div> Cson Johnson</div> <div>  Silversmith Jack Russells </div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>As told by Cindi Anderson:</I></div> <bR> <div> Wahoo for Nakita for earning her Natural Hunting Certificate to groundhog under working judge Jeff Rowe. Nakita found a sette and entered the earth, but we were unable to get a reading on her collar because of interference from a hot wire on the fence line where nakita had entered. We had to bar holes in the earth to find where she was and make new holes to keep track of her. She finally made it to the goundhog and she went ballistic! we dug down to the hog and her and the hog tried to make it out of the hole, but was stopped. Nakita entered the hole that was dug to after we located her and the GH and she tried to pull the GH out of the hole. This picture is her attached to the GH and her back legs flailing trying to get it out of the hole.<FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#336600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> Another big Wahoo for Norma Jean, Heather and Matt who went hunting with me. Norma Jean earned her natural hunting certificate to possum under working judge Jeff Rowe. NJ really showed some stuff this time! she was mouth to mouth with the possum when dug down to her. She really pushed through the sette to find this critter. Congrats to her and her parents Matt & Heather. </div> <div> Way to go TEAM NORMAKITA!<FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#336600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> A big thanks to Jeff Rowe who is a very patient and knowledgable working judge!</div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="5b6e0680.jpg" border=0 width="480" height="360" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="5b7e0680.jpg" border=0 width="480" height="360" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="626" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="VOID" RULES="NONE" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 806 WIDTH="622"><div> Wahoooo..... for <B>Seagull</B> Bailey and her <B>N</B>atural <B>H</B>unting <B>C</B>ertificate on possum!!!!  Cindi Anderson went out with Debbie Calloway and Mary Beth.....Bailey found a sette and in she went. We thought she was digging the wrong way and maybe frustrated by not finding anything. She was tenatious..kept digging and digging. Really pushing (which she has improved on tremendously- thanks to Jeff Rowe and Debbie and Marybeth) and when we looked..she was in another tunnel that was a T off the one she went in. After about 45 minutes..she broke through and she grabbed whatever was in there. We dug down to her and there she was face-to-face with a possum! We let one of Debbies young dogs work it a little and let Bailey back in and she grabbed it and brought it out. She worked hard and never gave up. Bailey pushed through a lot of mud and muck to get this possum. hang in there with me..here are the pics!<FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#336600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="56b2ce10.jpg" border=0 width="300" height="225" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="56d2ce10.jpg" border=0 width="300" height="225" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B>Seagull </B>Bailey in hole                                 with Possum</div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="56f2ce10.jpg" border=0 width="300" height="225" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="5712ce10.jpg" border=0 width="300" height="225" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <div> Cindi & Deb with Bailey & Possum      Mary Beth with Possum</div> <bR> <div> <B>Cindi Anderson and Seagull Bailey now have two NHC and are working on their third, which would make Seagull Bailey a Bronze Medallion winner!!!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Congratulations to Buddy & Cindi Anderson of Monterey,TN</B></div> <div> <B>  Continued good luck with their Seagull and Orion dogs!!!!</B></div> <div> <B>  (see more photos at OrionKennel.com)</B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I>Warning to all dog </I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#336600" FACE="Arial" ><I>owners : Watch your dog</I></FONT></div> <bR> <div> Dogs are being picked off one at a time.</div> <div> They are falling in great numbers.</div> <div> Deputies advise all dog owners to "Watch your dog"</div> <bR> <div> <I>(Thank you Monica  & Eric Reininger, as well as Seagull Duke & Seagull Maxie for sharing this warning to us!!)</I><I> </I></div> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="626" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="VOID" RULES="NONE" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 725 WIDTH="622"><div> <IMG SRC="3e630f20.jpg" border=0 width="560" height="498" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> Cindi & Buddy Anderson and Stephanie Poppe 'up North' and one of tales of their hunting experiance with Wendy Palmer and her dog Duncan:</div> <div> "We dug for Wendy's dog, Duncan, for 2 hours. Buddy and Stephanie held Cindi by her ankles and she grabbed him. This is Cindi in the hole with Duncan. It is kind of deceiving.. the hole was over Cindi's head. The ground was like cement and thank godness for Buddy and Stephanie's resolve! It was a learning experience.. made Cindi & Buddy wish for our soft dirt back here in Texas! "</div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><IMG SRC="39e07930.jpg" border=0 width="519" height="403" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> <div> <I>The following is an account of Angee Berry and her JRT "Scooter" on a pheasant hunt in West Texas, as told by Angee's father. Just another example of the versatile hunting skills of Jack Russell's!</I></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I>Pheasant Hunt 2001</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Angee, with my citori, follows Scooter through the brush in search of a ringneck. Scooter hunts, her nose checking the wind as she runs back and forth trying to find a scent. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Jumping over a cactus, she spins and points, rock solid. Angee moves in, her shotgun ready. The pheasant gets up with a cackle, Angee swings and breaks the call in mid-note. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>The big bird bounces off the sage brush and Scooter is on it. Scooter mouths the colorful bird for a moment. </I></div> <div> <I>Angee calls, "Scooter come," and the little dog lifts the pheasant. A wing drags on one side, the long tail on the other</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>There's pride in Scooter's gait as she prances toward Angee with her prize. What a sight!</I></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><IMG SRC="1b9c7150.gif" border=0 width="199" height="277" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></I></div> <div> <I>Scooter Berry - 2nd place 'Pheasants Forever Trial'</I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#336600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> <I>ALL three birds retrieved!</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>Joni & Steve Clark have a Quarter Horse and Cattle Ranch in Hutto, Texas. Steve is a University of Texas department head and Joni is a consultant and grant writer. Seagull Spanky came into their world about two years ago and has had their world turned upside down since! This spring while Joni was volunteering at the Williamson County Animal Shelter, she rescued "Suzy" a dog that has some issues....</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>As told by Jonie Clark:</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>For those of you who may think that your rural lifestyle is immune to body piercing, oh my  you do live in a sheltered world. Steve hit the woven wire fence months ago when he was doing some "farm" work leaving some broken wires. Suzy , being the trend setter that she is, decided to try to go through the small opening in the fence and literally pierced her arm pit. A piece of wire pierced her arm pit and she was caught!!! What some JRT's will do to be on the cutting edge of fashion! </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>After several minutes (which seemed like hours) I was able to get her free. AND THE MOST AMAZING PART WAS THAT LITTLE AGGRESSIVE SUZY WAS VERY TOLERANT. She allowed me to work on trying to straighten the wire so I could manipulate the skin and set her free. These little dogs are soooo wonderful! </I></div> <div> <I>PS: Spanky didn't really care what was going on and took the opportunity to do a little calf chasing!</I></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><IMG SRC="1bac7750.gif" border=0 width="199" height="117" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></I></div> <div> <I>Julie Duty claims that her Corgi "Fatass" </I></div> <div> <I>outran a JRT pup...there are still lots of questions about this...!</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>Lynn May sent this:</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Top Ten Reasons Why It's Great To Be A Dog</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>1. If it itches, you can reach it. And no matter where it itches, no one will be offended if you scratch it in public.</I> </div> <div> <I>2. No one notices if you have hair growing in weird places as you get older. </I></div> <div> <I>3. Personal hygiene is a blast: No one expects you to take a bath every day,and you don't even have to comb your own hair. </I></div> <div> <I>4. Having a wet nose is considered a sign of good health. </I></div> <div> <I>5. No one thinks less of you for passing gas. Some people might actually think you're cute. </I></div> <div> <I>6. Who needs a big home entertainment system? A bone or an old shoe can entertain you for hours. </I></div> <div> <I>7. You can spend hours just smelling stuff. </I></div> <div> <I>8. No one ever expects you to pay for lunch or dinner. You never have to worry about table manners, and if you gain weight, it's someone else's fault.</I> </div> <div> <I>9. It doesn't take much to make you happy. You're always excited to see the same old people. All they have to do is leave the room for five minutes and come back. </I></div> <div> <I>10. Every garbage can looks like a cold buffet to you. </I></div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><IMG SRC="1bbc8960.jpg" border=0 width="200" height="150" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></I></div> <div> Lynne & Jason Lozano rosewood JRT house </div> <div> (yes, there will be six 'rooms' with walls, doors and approbate wall hangings, when completed...) </div> <div> "No, of course these are NOT spoiled dogs..." </div> <div> ..<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#336600" FACE="Arial" ><I>.....Whatever you say Lynne.....</I></FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>Some of My Favorite Spanky Stories</I> </div> <bR> <div> <I>by Joni Clark</I> </div> <bR> <div> When I first saw water around my toilet, I was concerned but decided to just ignore it and hope it would go away. The second time I became convinced that I must have some kind of leak somewhere between where the toilet is sealed with the wax ring to the floor. I inspected the toilet with conviction. I mean I wasn't about to call a plumber to fix a toilet. Any one can fix a toilet. Right? I mean there just aren't that many parts. I just couldn't figure out how that toilet was leaking. I became very concerned. I thought to myself…. Am I really going to have to resort to asking a man for help? What is the world coming to if a woman can't handle a simple toilet leak? My concerns deepened. Would I have to use my last trick in the bag and say, "Honey, can you help me?" Oh no! Just as I was about to ask for help I heard a strange noise coming from the bathroom and no one else was home. I mean no one except an exceptional terrier named Spanky. As I slowly moved in to take a peek at what was going on in my bathroom, there he was enjoying what he thought was a swimming pool made just for a little JR puppy. Yes, we do learn from our mistakes and all toilet lids are now closed. </div> <bR> <div> When I make my way to Michigan to visit my mom and extended family Spanky's welfare is always at the top of my list. My family here in Texas consisting of husband Steve and daughter Stefanie is always threatened appropriately about how Spanky has grown accustomed to the pampered life that he leads and how to properly care for him. Spanky has grown quite fond of his Daddy Steve. I don't know if its because they both have white beards or its because Steve often feeds him meat scrapes from his plate but then of course objects to his behavior of "helping himself" to Steve's plate when Steve takes his eye off of it for a second. Anyway, I was in Michigan and called home just to check on how things were (in other words, I called to talk to Spanky). Steve was less than pleased with him. I asked what could a cute terrier do to deserve your disappointment. Well after spending the day together doing outside activities (aka male bonding) Steve and Spanky came in and both were famished. Our stove has a grill and Steve pulled out a large, thick, manly ribeye and placed it on the grill. Smelling the steak cook, Steve was looking forward to enjoying his meal and having the house all to himself. He flipped the steak and looking forward to a night of peace and quite without wifely distractions Steve made his way to the TV room to check out his entertainment choices while his steak finished cooking. As he made his way back to the kitchen thinking the steak should be cooked to perfection, he couldn't believe his eyes. NO STEAK! Standing before him stood a very satisfied Spanky with steak juice on his beard. Yes, he jumped onto the kitchen counter, took the steak off the grill without being burned, and ate it before Steve could say "BAD DOG!"</div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><IMG SRC="1bdc8960.jpg" border=0 width="200" height="150" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></I></div> <div> <B>Sweet and innocent..</B>.YEAH RIGHT... </div> <div> (as long as they are asleep...)</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>Cindi Anderson, Heather and Matt Harrison  Jacksonville Hunting 2003 story</I></div> <bR> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="626" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="VOID" RULES="NONE" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 527 WIDTH="622"><div> I went hunting with Heather and Matt in Jacksonville. we hunted all day on Saturday.. with no luck and Sunday we thought we would go out for a little hike. we were resting on one side of a creek (cliff about 15 feet and water about 3 feet). Hunter and Rowdy decided to go for a swim so they went down the cliff and scrambled up the other side. Hunter found a hole and immediately started barking. Rowdy joined in and we had to cross the crevasse to the other side. the girls, Nakita and Norma jean, joined us and Norma jean went directly in the hole and started baying. I staked Nakita out and we worked NJ in the hole. we could hear growling and knew something was in there. I let Nakita off her tie and she joined NJ in the hole. Lots of growling and biting (from dogs and critter). we dug down to them (only about 2 feet) and saw the coon. NJ and Nakita both took hold and the fight was on. They came out bleeding from their noses and mouth (not all their blood). we held them as Matt attempted to dispatch the coon. (it was so close to the cliff we were afraid of it bolting and the dogs meeting it in the water). Matt shot it twice in the hole, once in the shoulder as it attempted to turn, twice on the run over the cliff and once in the water) the coon swam to the other side and collapsed we let the girls go get their prize and the coon CAME ALIVE! it tried to drag them in the water and otter came out of no where and attempted to kill it in the water. we got NJ and Nakita out of the water and the coon got on otter's back. Matt was out of bullets and he had to slit it's throat to put it out of it's misery.</div> <div> we let the boys have a go of it when it was finally dispatched and they were happy with their find. I am very happy with Nakita and NJ working the coon and not giving up! we have named them "Team Normakita!"<FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#336600" FACE="arial" > </FONT></div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2c3e0680.jpg" border=0 width="480" height="360" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div>  </div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2e1fa4d0.jpg" border=0 width="250" height="333" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">                                                 <IMG SRC="2ddfa4d0.jpg" border=0 width="250" height="333" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> Cindi says.... "hunting is hard work!"                                       Orion Nakita  out of a hole....</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2e8e0680.jpg" border=0 width="480" height="360" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> Cindi's stories continue....</div> <div> I took the dogs for a walk yesterday and they found a skunk wandering in the woods.. the temptation was too hard and off they went. I got a picture of them and the skunk (as I was running away!) </div> <div> Next came 6 quarts of peroxide and a box of soda. It still smells in the house, but the swelling in their eyes have gone down. While Bailey was sleeping she kept covering up her nose.. I tried to tell her it was her that stunk! </div> <div> Ahhh adventures with the white dogs... oh and otter joined in!<FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#336600" FACE="arial" > </FONT></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="2d5fabc0.jpg" border=0 width="250" height="188" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B>A Telephone Menu for Rescuers, Volunteers & Breeders (clever but sad) </B></I></div> <bR> <div> <B>Hello: You have reached 123-4567, Tender Hearts Rescue. Due to the high volume of calls we have been receiving, please listen closely to the following options and choose the one that best describes you or your situation: </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 1 </B></I><B> if you think we are veterinarians and want free medical advice. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 2</B></I><B>  if you know we are a rescue organization but want to save money and have us give you free, untrained medical advice anyway. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 3  </B></I><B>if you make $200,000 a year but still want us to pay to spay the "stray" in your yard (house). </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 4 </B></I><B> if you have a 10-year-old dog and your 15-year-old son has suddenly become allergic and you need to find the dog a new home right away. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 5 </B></I><B> if you have three dogs, had a baby and want to get rid of your dogs because you are the only person in the world to have a baby and dogs at the same time. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 6 </B></I><B> if your dog is sick and needs a vet but you need the money for your vacation. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 7 </B></I><B> if you just got a brand new puppy and your old dog is having problems adjusting so you want to get rid of the old one right away. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 8</B></I><B>  if your little puppy has grown up and is no longer small and cute and you want to trade it in for a new model. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 9</B></I><B>  if you are elderly and want to adopt a cute puppy who is not active and is going to outlive you. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 10</B></I><B>  if your relative has died and you don't want to care for their elderly dog because it doesn't fit your lifestyle. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 11</B></I><B>  if you are moving today and need to immediately place your 150 pound, 8-year-old dog. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 12</B></I><B>  if you want an unpaid volunteer to come to your home today and pick up the dog you no longer want. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 13</B></I><B>  if you have been feeding and caring for a "stray" for the last three years, are moving and suddenly determine it's not your dog. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 14</B></I><B>  if you are calling at 6 a.m. to make sure you wake me up before I have to go to work so you can drop a dog off on your way to work. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 15</B></I><B>  to leave us an anonymous garbled message, letting us know you have left a dog in our yard in the middle of January, which is in fact, better than just leaving the dog with no message. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 16</B></I><B>  if you are going to get angry because we are not going to take your  dog that you have had for fifteen years, because it is not our responsibility. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 17</B></I><B>  if you are going to threaten to take your ten year old dog to be euthanized because I won't take it. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 18</B></I><B>  if you're going to get angry because the volunteers had the audacity to go on vacation and leave the dogs in care of a trusted volunteer who is not authorized to take your personal pet. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 19</B></I><B>  if you want one of our perfectly trained, housebroken, kid and cat friendly purebred tiny dogs that we have an abundance of. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 20</B></I><B>  if you want us to take your dog that has a slight aggression problem, i.e. has only bitten a few people and killed your neighbor's cats. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 21</B></I><B>  if you have already called once and been told we don't take personal surrenders but thought you would get a different person this time with a different answer. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 22</B></I><B>  if you want us to use space that would go to a stray to board your personal dog while you are on vacation, free of charge, of course. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 23 </B></I><B> if it is Christmas Eve or Easter morning and you want me to deliver an eight week old puppy to your house by 6:30 am before your kids wake up. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 24</B></I><B>  if you have bought your children a duckling, chick or baby bunny for Easter and it is now Christmas and no longer cute. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 25</B></I><B>  if you want us to take your female dog who has already had ten litters, but we can't spay her because she is pregnant again and it is against your religion. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 26 </B></I><B> if you're lying to make one of our younger volunteers feel bad and take your personal pet off your hands. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 27</B></I><B>  if your cat is biting and not using the litter box because it is declawed, but are not willing to accept the responsibility that the cat's behavior is altered because of your nice furniture. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 28</B></I><B>  if your two year old male dog is marking all over your house but you just haven't gotten around to having him neutered. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 29</B></I><B>   if you previously had an outdoor only dog and are calling because she is suddenly pregnant. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 30</B></I><B>  if you have done "everything" to housebreak your dog and have had no success but you don't want to crate the dog because it is cruel. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 31</B></I><B>   if you didn't listen to the message asking for an evening phone number and you left your work number when all volunteers are also working and you are angry because no one called you back. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 32</B></I><B>   if you need a puppy immediately and cannot wait because today is your daughter's birthday and you forgot when she was born. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 33</B></I><B>   if your dog's coat doesn't match your new furniture and you need a different color or breed. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 34</B></I><B>   if your new love doesn't like your dog and you are too stupid to get rid of the new friend (who will dump you in the next month anyway) instead of the dog. </B></div> <bR> <div> <I><B>Press 35</B></I><B>   if you went through all these 'presses' and didn't hear enough. This press will connect you to the sounds of tears being shed by one of our volunteers who is holding a discarded old dog while the vet mercifully frees him from the grief of missing his family. </B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B><U>WE SALUTE RESCUERS AND VOLUNTEERS!!! </U></B></I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="3c6fa4d0.jpg" border=0 width="250" height="333" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></div> <div> <I><B>Johnson </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>"who has the basketball?"</B></I></div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I><B>"</B></I><I><B>Whenever I feel poor, I remember that I'd rather have my dogs </B></I></div> <div> <I><B>than other people's money." </B></I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#336600" FACE="Arial" ><I>(Susan Conant, "Black Ribbon")</I></FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="44f534d0.jpg" border=0 width="595" height="845" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id3.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Jack Russell Terriers"><U>Jack Russell Terriers</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Seagull Limited "><U>Seagull Limited </U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>