Deep thoughts by Happy Jack

I am not moving......Where are the squirrels on the fence......This is so 

weird......I feel warm......

Power and Light Man?......I can't believe I am 

sitting here for such a long time.....

Warm....Squirrels on the fence.......Sun in my face.....

Poop in the grass.....life is good as a dog.....

FOOD!

Career Change

We have been away for awhile due to our recent endeavor. Jewel and I have decided to take on a new career: racing. We have run out our own front door for years in pursuit of motorcycles, UPS vans, postal workers, you name it. We have decided to take this on the road and pursue Jack Russell racing. As you  can see by the video, we have found some good trainers. So if any of you Jacks out there would like to jump on board give us a howl. 

See you in the funnies,

Jack of All Trades 

Tick Tock

It's tick removal time. So we go for this hike in the woods and we can hardly contain ourselves. The smell of deer, raccoon, squirrel, and possum, are in the air. I am tugging at the line to get up the hill so I can get one inch closer to those delicious animals. Unbeknownst to me and my mama, we are picking up these critters along the way!Gross! These little buggers burrowed into the soft flesh of my belly. So I start to get a red ring around this infestation. Good news is that the Old Lady found it. She started the removal process right away, which includes matches, pins, and tweezers. Of course the head stayed in when she yanked on the belly. So the Old Lady proceeds to dig into my soft belly flesh with a safety pin. Don't ask me what she did with the match. After this is all done, the ROTC mama takes over to give both my mom and I a bath. Yes, Lucky Jewel had a tick of her own. Guess what... I had two! So the whole process started all over again-match, tweezers, and pin. Enough is enough.

You see Jewel and me in this photo after our baths. We are fluffed up and ready for a Rockin' New Year's Eve. I suppose we'll be relugated to the back yard for the festivities as the human race runs around like mad trying to bring in the New Year. I never really did see what the fuss was all about. Time just keeps tick tocking. No need to go ape and party 'til the humans come home-it's just misery for us anyway, locked outside with no fuzzy, cozy bed. Happy New Year!
-Happy Jack

The less superior dude

So it's another go away day for the humans. What do they do for so long? Lucky and I have decided to surprise them with something special. They seem to like it when we tip the trash, so were going to do that. Today was unusual, the small dude arrived before the small (well not smaller, but younger) gal. He tossed his bags under the table and went into the kitchen. (Ooo he's going to give us so much attention when he sees the tipped can). blablblablalblalblalbalblal! He yells. Who knows what he says? I don't. I got to go bark randomly, bye bye.

My Mommy

I've always thought of Madison as my mom. She adopted me when she was only five years old and we've been close ever since. When she adopted me, there were many people gathering around the cage that held me and all my brothers and sisters. She looked down at me and as soon as our eyes met we knew that we were meant for each other. I didn't want to leave my brothers and sisters but I knew that the time had come, so I was prepared. Then as I was saying my good-byes I looked around and realized she had gone. Where could she have possibly gone? Was it her idea to leave or was it the taller older humans that made her leave? Why would she leave me? The look in her eyes didn't make me think she would leave but there I was sitting in a pen surrounded by the ones I loved and being stared at by a bunch of faces I couldn't imagine going home with. A different girl came up to the cage and pointed at me. That one, was all I heard her say. How much, a tall man next to her ask my soon-to-be -former owner. Oh, that one is already taken. WHAT? Who had "reserved" me? Was I going home with the girl I was so prepared to leave with, or was it just another disappointment? Just then, a car pulled up to the house and the girl I so wanted to take me home hopped out. She hadn't abandoned me after all. Now I felt silly, but what had they left for? Then I spied a carrier in the back of the car. Ooohh my soon-to-be-former owner must have told this girl's parents that a mobil home thingy is required for adoption. Then the girl picked me up and cradled me in her arms. Come on baby, we're going home, she told me. Maddy, Maddy! called out the tall man my girl came with. Yes? she responded. You can load the dog up now, he permitted. Maddy. That was her name. Maddy and I went to the car and she put me in the crate. Before long, we started moving. And yes this was my first car ride so I was a little scared, but before long we arrived at her house. It was small in comparison to my mini ranch back home, but it was perfect.

The Lady of the House

Happy and I can't wait for the lady to come home. She always smothers us with love. Sometimes it gets a little out of hand. She likes to glup our rear-ends to the point that our legs give away and our butts fall to ground. You would think she would stop but the "love beatings" continue until her arm gets tired. Then she starts squeezing our heads until I see stars but I know she really loves me. She is so concerned that we stay warm she got sweaters for us. Mine is warm and cozy. Happy's is a smart looking sweater with a Zipper! (Now if he can just stop peeing on it).
Lucky

The Old Man

You know him-the Archie Bunker type. He steps on us and then curses at us for being underfoot. He pretends that he is a tough guy and doesn't want us on his bed, but we manage to nuzzle our way there every night anyway. This gentle giant has the laugh of Santa and the sneeze of a tidal wave. Yes we love the Old Man. He is afterall, the master of the house, the king of his abode, the keeper of the keys. We love this Old Man even though he yells at us and curses us daily.