Nicknames: The Growler, Archibald, Archito Burrito, Puddin' Dog, Mousey Dog, Jackie Boy
Birthday: June 23rd 2002
Likes: Swimming in his baby pool, playing soccer (he's very good at it, great ability to control the ball), walks, hoses, sitting on the breakfast nook table and lookin' out the window, car rides, bedtime, kisses, cats he can get at
Pet-Peeves: Windshield wipers, foster sisters playing with HIS toys, being touched when sleepy, loud noises, touching his back side, other dogs getting attention, cats he can't get at.
Favorite Toy: The stuffed pink octopus, tennis balls, tug rope, his swimming pool.
Favorite Food: Peanuts, PB & J sandwiches, cheese, the thick part of the lettuce no one else wants to eat, and Best Buddy Bites peanutbutter dog cookies.
Favorite Walk: The Rocky River Reservation, the park where the Moles have holes, or anywhere else his shortie legs can carry him.
Best Tricks: Shake, Sit, Lie Down, Stand on Hind Legs, Roll Over, Play Dead, Knows his toys by name
Arrival Story: I had grown up with Terriers and wanted a smart dog, who would play hard, but still be a best friend. We are a very active family, and wanted a dog who could join in with us. I saw some beautiful Jacks on Petfinder, but when I saw the picture of our boy I knew he was the one. He was at a rural, high kill shelter, so I pressed my husband that we should go see him at the first possible chance. As soon as we walked into the door there he was.... tiny, incredibly shaggy, and smelly. He was such a mess I wasn't evn sure at first if there was really a Jack Russell under all that bushy fur. A couple was attempting to get him into a cage, and I thought we had been to late. I asked if they had just adopted him, and they said yes, but did we want him? They had come on behalf of Mini Mutts Rescue group, and were going to foster him but would gladly let him go home with us.
On the ride home he instantly began asserting his personality by barking manaically at the windshield wipers and not stopping until we turned the radio on. His rough coat was in such an ungroomed state that it began to break off and blow all around the car. He made up for it though (and has every day since then) by showering us with slobbery kisses.
Bio: All that we know is that he was a stray, our vet isn't even sure of his exact age. If I had to suppose anything about him I would imagine he suffered from neglect. His coat looked as if hadn't seen a comb in a year.
We already have a strong bond with him, and I can't imagine him not being in our lives. He is such a wonderful companion. He can go from being the biggest loony I ever saw (stealing the kid's croquet balls mid-game, and then burying them), to being the sweetest little lap dog around. The joy he shows when we walk in the door is equaled in , the way we feel at the same moment. I am so glad that we adopted a shelter dog, and I urge everyone who has room in their hearts and lives to do the same.
Happy Halloween time Dogster pals!
I hope that you all don't have to wear pesky costumes like I do! Tommorow mom is taking me and my foster sister out tick or treating with my boy. Sister Maggie is scared of the kids, so she stays home. She dosen't know that they are not real monsters, just kids who act like monsters in costumes.
I had an adventure! The other day mom opened the side door, and I was standing right there. Mom usually won't let me go near open doors. But this time she opened it right up for me. I thought she must have decided I needed some fun. That cat has been hanging around a little too often, and I thought maybe she wanted me to chase it away for good. Anyhow, out the door I go, and mom runs after me screaming, "Archie come back here!" It was too late! I found the cat and off we went. I had him behind the garage, but here comes mom, so off I go again becasue this running loose sure is fun. I ran two yards away. There was this dog there so I had to stop to pee peee right in front of him (he was tied up and couldn't get me haha ha!) Then here comes mom, she sure is slow, so I cut through some bushes and head down the street. The I went to this house where the nice neighbor girl lives. She has a neat back yard. There are all kinds of chipmunks and other vermin that live there. My hunting instincts were up. I was on a scent, but here comes mom to spoil my fun. So I run towards this thing that has water in it, and I love to swim, so I jumped right in. I thought I'd swim across and be on my way, but mom reached into the fish pond and pulled me out. I was really wet and cold, so I didn't feel like I wanted any more fun anyhow.
The result of my adventure is that I got a bath, because everyone said I smelled like algae and Koi. I'm also getting a little tired about being asked if I've got gills yet! But I'd do it all over again, I'm a wild man!
Hi everyone. The days are sure getting colder,and shorter, and my coat keeps getting bushier and thicker. A neighbor man asked what happened to me, and my grandpa said I was getting fat! Momma says I look very puffy, and daddy calls me Fluppy, the fluffy puppy. I keep hearing momma say the word "Grooming" which means complicated things like stripping knives, and bot blocks. It also means I have to sit still for long periods of time. Daddy says my coat will warm me through the winter. I'm glad dads on my side, I would sure hate to sit still to have momma groom me.
But fall means other things too. It means my halloween costume, a dinosaur. I feel like that dino ate me when I wear it. I have a hard time running becasue he's all over me. Mom says since I don't like it I will only have to wear it on Halloween. But I've heard a very scary rumor that i may have to wear it to the little kids school that day. Now I know why Halloween is so scary!!
Fall also means lots of creatures getting ready for winter. When we go walking in the woods I don't see them, but I sure do smell them! They are making nests in rotten logs, and deep in the ground. Little do they know that I can dig and bite my way into any safe little nest they make! Grrrr
I have not been writitn' much lately. I need to tell you that I have two foster sisters now. Daphne and Tillie are their names. Daphne was here first and I was a bit jealous of her. She wants my toys. Mamma bought more toys and said they are for Daphne but I know she must have been wrong. All toys are for me, dosen't mamma know that?? Tillie is a little different from other dogs I've known. Tillie is from Texas, and she lived with 250 other JRTs! Can you imagine that????!!!! That must have been wild and some fun. But momma says that it wasn't to much fun, and that the dogs need good loving homes now. Most of the dogs have to go to the Vets becasue they were not taken very good care of. Tillie needs her front teeth and canines removed. Vet says she must have chewed and chewed to escape a pen. She also was missing all the fur on her back when she made it to Ohio. She had fleas really badly. Now she is learning how to live around people and be a member of a family. She likes to play with Daphne, and she dosen't take my toys. See, she's learnming already. One thing that I don't like is she's taller than me, that means she can steal the food from the table easier. I have to climb onto a dining chair. Tillie just stands on her tip toes!
Well if I don't write, Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ARoooooooooo AROOOOOO
This school thing my boy has been doing this past week is really okay. Yes, I miss him when he is gone, BUT, I get to go to his school each day to meet him. This is wonderful because I get an extra walk, and (even better!) I get to meet a bunch of nice little children. They crowd around me and ask mom if they can pet me. I even get to give them kisses. Sometimes there are other dogs there. One was a chihauhua, and the little thing had the nerve to growl at me, silly little dog....
Another new thing is soccer practice. Now, I know all about soccer. I have a ball of my own, and we have a goal net too. But this was different, I never did the stuff these kids were doin'. Last night I saw dad putting on his jacket, and I knew we were up to something fun. I barked and barked and jumped at him. My mom wonders how I knew that I was going along, since I normally don't act like that. I'm not going to let her in on how I know their plans! We went to a big park where there were plenty of kids, all running around kicking balls! This was to much for me! I wanted to play with those balls too! I barked and barked, and some of the kids barked back at me! The kids did some really weird things with their bodies, I am told these are called "Warming up". They jumped in the air, and they wiggled on their bellys, and I barked and barked. Mom took me for a walk to let me see other things, and keep me from barking. When we got back to the soccer kids I met a nice little boy kid. He patted me nicely, after letting me smell his hand. Mom had to move me away when he tried to pull on my tail. He called it stubby (and I don't think that was very nice, it's my "handle"), but I did not growl. Mom was very proud of me!