Cammie is visiting! Not quite as warm as Baton Rouge.
Posts Tagged ‘Jack Russell’
One of the few stories on the blog in which he have real photographic evidence. This was in the November of 2007, when my uncle decided to turn my grandpa’s land into a game bird preserve. (All photos courtesy of Laura Westfall Atkinson).
16-year-old Madeleine has passed. She was a Jack Russell belonging to my aunt and uncle in North Carolina.
She was born in Arizona to English parents.
And she was good dog.
When she would come to West Virginia to visit, she could be trusted off-lead, and she was very close friends with Kizzy, the golden boxer. I remember watching young Maddie follow the big black dog around as if she were something to be admired and emulated.
I also remember stocking pheasants with Maddie. I couldn’t get them out of the quail cages fast without her trying to grab the bird as it came out.
She was a good dog. She was generally gentle and well-behaved, but if another dog trifled with her or one of the puppies she was caring for, she would fight like a small grizzly bear. I remember when Willie was a small puppy, another Jack Russell tried to pick on him, but Maddie would have nothing of it. She sailed on the other dog, who was a male JRT and somewhat larger than she, and soon had him routed.
I will miss her.
She is the last of that dynasty of Jack Russells that I came to know in my teenage years. They were not these hard-driving, game dogs of the JRTCA-type, which are much more common around here. These were dogs that were scrappy, but they were still good companions.
She is sort of the end of an era.
Many Jack Russells from England have a bit of other blood in them. I’ve always suspected that she had a bit of border terrier in her– just from her head shape and her hard, thick coat. When she was younger, she had the border terrier’s markings, too.
That’s the thing about “Jack Russells,” there is still of lot of anarchy among them.
But even now, they are slowly turning into closed registry breeds.
Both Cammie and Rhodie are technically “Russell terriers,” a breed that didn’t even exist until just a few years ago. In the 1990’s, they would have both been called Jack Russells.
Maddie lost her eye to glaucoma a few years ago, which made her look particularly vicious.
But I will always remember her gentle face and tenderness with young puppies.
It doesn’t matter if they live to be 16 years old.
Dogs just don’t live long enough.
Please keep my aunt and uncle and their two daughters in your thoughts this week.
This is absolutely devastating.
Maddie’s final resting place will be next to her mate, the much celebrated and perhaps legendary Timmy.
Rhodie and Spike sniffing out the woods.
This was about how far they will go.
They were too afraid to go much deeper.
These two dogs have the same (wire-haired and dwarf) father. Rhodie is a broken-coated, cheetah-legged dog. Spike has shorter, Queen Anne legs and a true wire coat.
It’s so funny to watch two dogs of very different sizes play keep away with a toy.
Cammie got muddy today.
Just a little.
From what I’ve heard Willie bayed up a squatch in the backyard.
They all got after it, but poor Cammie tried to hold onto him as he jumped into a mud hole.
That’s my cousin Catie, Cammie’s doting caregiver and trainer.
Rhodie is growing up. She’s all legs.
She shows a lot of the Italian greyhound blood that was put into the old fox terrier.