she's no angel

Pictured below is #2 son's daughter Bailey. He saved all his money from Birthday's and Xmas's and working and purchased her for $500.00 when he was 15. HE REALLY WANTED HER! She is of that calm and composed breed known as Jack Russell Terrorists. She spent her first five years running away from home and chewing everything up while she was here. I am firmly convinced that we really didn't need to pay rewards to get her back . I think we could have worked it like "The Ransom of Redchief". After one night of this little sweetie chewing everything you own most people probably would have paid us to take her back.

Due to Bailey's gastronomique taste for fine furniture and finer furnishings she spent much of her early years crated. This may seem unkind, however, we always kept her right next to us and over time she did "relax". Now at the mellow old age of 10 she is fairly trustworthy as long as no toys are around. Toys seem to incite her to bad practices. She saw a ball a week ago and ripped up a bookcase trying to get to it. She will shred a roll of paper towels in a minute and will eat anything small enough to lick up off the floor. Dead or Alive.

And then there are the "Accidents". Frankly, I don't think peeing or pooping on someone in bed, whilst they sleep, is an "Accident", but, then, she is not my dog.

Jack Russells are the Houdinis of the doggie realm. Bailey could chew though any collar or leash and disappear in the wink of any eye. We were forced to use a choke chain and steel leash. Once at the vets, the doctor put a "temporary" collar on her and had his assistant take her out for a urine specimen. She hopped into the air, flipped off the collar and was gone for three days. We put signs up everywhere and finally some one found her and called us. The vet charged $350.00 to my credit card for the time spent by his staff looking for her! I think we paid another $300.00 in reward money. She is truly a high maintenance b*tch.