Last month my best friend 'Jack' died...after sharing a very significant four years with me. Jack was my little short legged Fox terrier. He was MY dog and was always at my side. When I watched TV at night, he would sit on my right arm and watch with me,
When I had experienced a rough day, he would look at me as if to say: "Don't worry Dad, you will feel better in the morning".
He could actually talk and reponded when asked a question albeit a weow!
Anyway, on Monday, my wife came back from East London with a 1,5kg bundle of joy.....a 6 week old Jack Russel who has since 'taken over the house' and is already trying to 'hump' our little Chiwawa cross bitch....despite the fact that he cannot reach...Ha!
His name is "Chubby" as he looks a little like a fluffy little Teddy bear....on steroids.
My life would not be complete without a little friend to share with!
When I had experienced a rough day, he would look at me as if to say: "Don't worry Dad, you will feel better in the morning".
He could actually talk and reponded when asked a question albeit a weow!
Anyway, on Monday, my wife came back from East London with a 1,5kg bundle of joy.....a 6 week old Jack Russel who has since 'taken over the house' and is already trying to 'hump' our little Chiwawa cross bitch....despite the fact that he cannot reach...Ha!
His name is "Chubby" as he looks a little like a fluffy little Teddy bear....on steroids.
My life would not be complete without a little friend to share with!
