Pickles’ birthday is February 15, but it was two years ago on this day that she took over our household. Here are just a few memories from her first summer:
She was very small. Upon hearing that Betty wanted a big dog, the shelter staff swore she’d be at least 70 pounds. She’s not even 55 wet.
She was 98% house-trained when she arrived. We were very impressed and pleased at the prospect of such a trainable dog.
She woke up every morning at 5:30 to murder her squeaky toys. We quickly learned to welcome that sound in the wee hours; it meant we knew where she was and what she was up to.
People would always ask about her breed (she’s the ultimate mutt – a little bit of everything). We once told someone that she was a whackadoodle. The nice lady exclaimed, “Ooh, I love those!”
Here she is in her crate at Wright-Way Rescue, waiting for Betty to show up. Don’t feel too bad – it was a friendly place.
We love Jack! But like most Jack Russell Terriers, he needs to be busy. All. The. Time.
Good thing we find his antics as entertaining as he does.