October 24, 2006
He’s a handsome fellow, I have to admit. Standing on the hill in our back garden on four sturdy paws, strong little Jack Russell chest thrust out, ears cocked and folded in two perfect triangles, coat a radiant white and tan, he commands attention. And he has it. Not only mine, staring at him eye to eye from the kitchen window, but also my female puppy’s, in her first season, and pining for her first love.