Sunday, June 7, 2009
JACK, THE JACK RUSSELL
For those of you who have never met my best friend and constant companion, here he is. His name is Jack and he goes with me everywhere. He was greatly taken with my author badge that I received at the Blue Ridge Book Fair and wore it for several days. I've had Jack for about seven years now. He was one of a litter of five that was named after the "Jackson Five" and he was Germaine (or is it " Jermaine"?) When I got there, he was the only one left, having been passed over because he had a "bubble" in his eye. It is a common defect and is easily removed, which it was when he was six months old. I also consider the fact that he was hit by a car when he was a pup a most fortunate event since he survived, but has a profound fear of speeding automobiles. The first thing I did was change his name to Jack since I had no intention of going out on the porch at night and calling "Here, Germaine!" He is overweight and has trouble getting in my bed at night where he sleeps with Booger, my eccentric cat. He hates uniforms and hats and once bit the mailman, who now refuses to bring packages to the house. (Jack didn't even break the skin on the mailman's ankle, but the mail man considers Jack a vicious mongrel). I, on the other hand, consider him a prince of a dog. He loves everyone and will insist in siting in your lap if you come to visit.