This is Chloe! She's seven years old and belongs to our daughter, Spring. When Spri was in high school she had a little trouble with the NY State Regents Exam in Math. After two shall we say "not passes" we asked her what it would take, and she said, "A Jack Russell puppy!" Which worked perfectly. Spring just graduated from college and moved into her own apartment, so Chloe just moved out. We couldn't stand the nest being quite that empty, so we are getting a new puppy, a little Russell girl named "George" after our old beagle. Georgie was born last Thursday night. We had to pick her out then because we wanted the whole dog this time and tails get docked by day three. I wish the breed standards would get over amputating doggie parts. It just ain't right or necessary. Fern made up a poem about Spike's missing tail one time:
"Over hill and over dale
Spike's been looking for his tail
It's been missing from his bum
Since the day that he was born . . .
There's more to it than that, but I can't recall it right now.
Here's Chloe's Rhyme:
Chloe is a Russell
Chloe is a Russell and a Russell is a pup
Who has to see what’s happening and needs to know what’s up!
She bosses all the other dogs, attitude is all
And no one dares to tell her that she’s really very small!
She’s as savage as a lion; she’s as growly as a bear
All the toys belong to her; she doesn’t like to share!
She really likes her Squeaky fish, she really likes her ball
You must throw them down the stair well; you must fling them down the hall!
She drops Squeaky in the in the tub because she knows that he should swim
Then she’ll stare at him and tremble till you finally rescue him!
She’s busy in the orchard, and she’s busy in the yard
And she’s busy in the woodlot; little dogs work very hard!
She rushes after rabbits and she scurries after squirrels
And she chases all the chipmunks; she’s a very busy girl!
She terrorizes chickens and she exercises deer
And she just despises garter snakes, a Russell knows no fear!
She can’t be caught for cuddling, she’s got no time for mush
There’s a woodchuck in the pasture and a Russell’s in a rush!
And when the day is over, and she’s finished with her fun
And her Russell heart is happy, and her doggie work is done
A tired little Chloe hops up on the bed
And crawls beneath the covers, and let’s me stroke her head.