Tess


Jack Russell Terrier
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Home:Long Island, NY  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Tess-A-Loo, Tessie Girl, Big Girl, Pong, Tess-Tickle, Little Lass, Irish Lady, Miss Tess, Tess-tosterone, Ethel, Fuzzy Lady, Poopie Lady, Testicles (pronounced like Sophocles), Mish Tesh

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
October 1st 2004

Likes:
Anything the other dogs have; digging huge holes in the yard; barking at the neighbors' dogs; eating; playing with Cuz balls; being the center of attention

Pet-Peeves:
Being overcuddled or picked up; baby gates; cardboard boxes; squirrels; sharing with others; being ignored; staying home; Pepto-Bismol; string beans; and car rides.

Favorite Toy:
Cuz balls; anything the other dogs are playing with.

Favorite Food:
Anything and everything... but especially if one of the other dogs is eating it. Then it suddenly becomes her favorite!

Favorite Walk:
Around the neighborhood; the park; and New York City (especially around the South Street Seaport area).

Best Tricks:
Sit, Stay, Come, Off, Couch (jumps up on couch), Wait, Crate (walks into crate), Go to Bed (walks over to dog bed and sits or lays down), Heel, Leave It, Gentle (gently mouths your hand), Enough (stops what she's doing), Quiet, & Give Paw.

Arrival Story:
I was born on a farm in Ireland and came over to the United States when I was very small. Mom saw an ad in the paper for my family and came to the house to check us out. All of my brothers had already been sold to other people and there was only me and my sister left. Mom thought that both of us were so cute, but my sister kept nipping her fingers and acting crazy and hyper. I was the little chubby puppy who searched the backyard for yummy acorns to eat and licked Mom's hands when she petted me. Mom fell in love with me after that and I came home with her the next day.

Bio:
I'm bossy and overbearing, but also loving and loyal. My terrier attitude gets me into trouble sometimes, but overall I'm a happy and playful girl at heart. I live my life with gusto and happily welcome new people and dogs into my circle of friends. I tend to jump on guests a lot, bark in high pitch at the neighbor's dogs, and pee on the floor when I get excited. In a nutshell, I'm the boss, applesauce... and don't ANYONE forget it!

Forums Motto:
Raw-fed and loving it!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Two unvaccinated puppies?

I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 6th 2006 More than 7 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
417075


Meet my family
George
Sullivan
Bailey
MAC Spice of
Laurelbanks
IzzyShotzie -
Adopted!
Sophie -
Adopted!
Bit-O-Honey -
Adopted!
Ace - Adopted!Champ
(ADOPTABLE!)
Bailey
(ADOPTABLE!)
Bambi -
Adopted!
Gracie -
Adopted!
Ginger -
Adopted!
Mariah -
Adopted!
Nora -
Adopted!
Puddles -
Adopted!
Ronnie -
Adopted!
Velvet -
Adopted!
Willy -
Adopted!
Carly
(ADOPTABLE!)
Gabby -
Adopted!
Chocolate
(ADOPTABLE!)
Cirie
(ADOPTABLE!)

Meet my Pup Pals
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My Life on Long Island


A Dog's Life Survey

September 20th 2009 8:36 pm
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I saw this survey on a friend's page and decided to do my own!

.:About you:.

Name: Tess

Age (in dog years): 4

Age (in human years): 28, I think

Breed: Jack Russell terrier

Fur color: Tan/brown/white

Fur Pattern: Brown and white body coloring with a tan facial mask... I also have a narrow white stripe running down my face

Size: Small (but BIG at heart)

Weight: 13 pounds

Nuetered/Spayed: Spayed

Where are you now: Outside in my yard doing critter patrol with my boys

How many brothers/sisters did/do you have: In my litter, I had one sister and four or five brothers (can't quite remember, it was so long ago since I've been with them). Now in my house I have a JRT "brother" and a Basenji/JRT "brother."

Do you have any strange markings: No

Were you adopted from a pound: No

.:Favorites:.

Food: Anything raw

Sleeping spot: Stretched out by Mom or Dad's feet

Walking place: My neighborhood

Bone: Any raw meaty bone

Treat: Bully sticks

Animal to chase: Squirrels, birds, cats... anything that comes into my yard is fair game

.:Top 3:.

Who's your #1 friend: Sully

#2 friend: Izzy

#3 friend: Mom and Dad

What's your #1 toy: Cuz balls

#2 toy: Any other type of ball

#3 toy: Anything squeaky or full of stuffing that I can disembowel

.:Have you ever:.

Been to the beach: No

Seen snow: Yes

Traveled out of your town: Yes

Bite a person: Yes... Mom says I had an attitude as a puppy

Been bit BY a person: No

Ate a frog: Probably

Broke a leg or paw: No

.:Extras:.

Most annoying thing a human can do: Ignore me when I want something

Most awesome thing a human can do: Throw the Cuz ball for me over and over and over

Boyfriend/girlfriend: My JRT girlfriend Shyla who lives in the house behind ours

Do you wear a collar: Yes

If so what color: Purple - the color of royalty, DUH

 

Trapped in the closet!

February 18th 2008 3:26 pm
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Yeah, I know, the title for this entry sounds risque. BITE ME, you dirty-minded humans!

I was trapped in an ACTUAL closet yesterday.

I don't know how it happened except that I have some of the dumbest pawrents in the world. I was sniffing around in their bedroom closet - hey, its where Dad keeps his dirty clothes and they smell interesting! - when all of a sudden, the door slammed shut. I figured it was just a mistake and Mom or Dad would let me out in a minute. Nope. Five minutes passed... then ten... then twenty... then forty...

I was in there for over two hours. I got so nervous that they were never coming back for me that I pooped in the closet... figuring that I wouldn't get in trouble for it because I'd be dead by the time one of the humans opened the closet door again.

Well, they FINALLY found me. Mom wasn't even upset about the poop! She hugged me really tightly - bleccchhh - and kept saying something like, "Don't ever scare me like that again! Mommy was SO worried about you! What were you DOING in the CLOSET?"

Mom's a moron.

 

Birthday, etc.

October 2nd 2007 10:33 am
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First of all, thank you so much to all of the dogs who remembered my birthday yesterday! I loved the rosettes and the birthday wishes and the fact that Dogster HQ gave me some bones! This place rocks and I love you all! (Thanks also to SmartJacks and Chloe', who always remembers special occasions!) I got a peanut butter cake and some peanut butter "pupcakes" to share (grrr) with the others. Mom got the goodies from East End Pet Bakery, the place where a lot of our fresh-baked treats come from. I love that place! The treats are DELICIOUS!

Okay... we've been MIA from Dogster for quite a while now because Mom and Dad recently got married! Life has been pretty frantic ever since then because they're settling into the house with all their new stuff (they lived together before they got married though), Dad started a new job at the bank, and Mom went back to work and grad school. So the computer is constantly in use and it's really hard for us pups to sneak onto it and go to Dogster. My apologies... I know we've probably been missing lots of stuff and that stinks!

Anyway, Mom took us to the dog park again the other day and I think I got myself in trouble. You see, I love to bark to get other dogs to play with me. (Mom tells me this is annoying but ask me if I care.) Mom took us into the big dog section of the park because there's usually nobody in the small dog section (and anyway, it's very boring... no offense, small dogs, but most of you just aren't active enough for me!), and when she released us I began barking like crazy and trying to start a game of chase with the big guys. A TON of dogs came running over and I got a little bit defensive because I felt overwhelmed with the amount of dogs surrounding me. They all were WAY bigger and some of them were getting rough with me... I think they were bothered by my barking, the no-fun jerks. So I tried defending myself and I guess I started a little bit of a dog fight. Sully tells me that Mom was calling me over and over again but I honestly couldn't hear a thing except for my own barking and the other dogs' snarling. Finally, this man named Mitch grabbed me up, held me really close, and talked soothingly as all the other dogs swirled around our bench and their pawrents came over to calm them down. Mom was PISSED at me; I could tell. (I'm glad Mitch caught me and not her.) After a little while, Mitch put me down on the ground and I ran around the park, calmer and quieter this time. But somehow (I'll spare everyone all of the details), this happened twice more with me at the center of a huge fighting pack. Mitch got bitten during the fray... I felt bad about that. Mom fixed him up with her first-aid kit (which she always brings to the park just in case) and he was very thankful... then she leashed me and collected Sully and Izzy and we left the park. The whole way home, I sat in the backseat quietly because I could feel Mom's anger. I don't think my brothers were too happy with me either; they'd been having a good time at the park before we had to leave. Sully told me that I ruined the day. WHATEVER. It's not my fault that some dogs took my barking funny... I just wanted to play!

Mom says I'm banned from the park. My life just isn't fair.

 
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