I decided to take a trip to our local Chapters to use up my gift certificate that I received for Christmas. I made it a family occasion, letting my mom and two sisters tag along. Always on the hunt for new and interesting behaviour and training books, I started off in the "nature section", picking up a book that was recommended to me as a must read, and moving on to the fiction section for entertainment value.
With selections in hand, I wandered around looking for the rest of my family. I found my mom in amongst the fiction, but with no luck on her book search. Together we ambled over to the children's section, laughing at the books that she used to read us when we were young (well, younger, I'm not that old). We happened upon a display of plastic animals, that were, in my opinion, very well represented.
We sifted through the shelves of them for fun, passing by bramah bulls with wicked horns, huge clydesdale horses, ornery looking farm pigs, lanky giraffes, lions and tigers and bears (oh my) and the occasional dinosaur. Then something caught my eye, a little animal that seemed like it had wandered into the wrong display. I laughed and pointed to the offending creature, and my mom giggled as she noticed what I had pointed out. In the midst of all these great beasts that lined the shelves was a display of Jack Russell Terriers by the same manufacture, in the same style as the rest of the animals.
I thought, why would they put a JRT in with all these huge wild and farm animals … and before I finished the thought I had answered my own question. Wow, that was one of the best representations that I have ever seen of these wonderful little canines. The worlds biggest little dog. They could have created a mastiff, an Irish wolfhound, a
shelves, that this is no "little" dog!
My mom adopted one of the little plastic JRT's for me, along with a ram and a giraffe for my sisters. He was transported home in a plastic bag along side two books. Brandy, my non-plastic JRT, decides that everything we bring home is for her. So, as usual was nosing the bag when I brought it in. I figured that my adopted, broken coated, tan and white plastic male would be safe in the bag. Apparently Brandy doesn't take well to new house guests and later that evening I found her, proudly displaying my new adoptee with no face and lacking two ears in between her paws.
I went back the next day and bought another, having a second chance to marvel at the biggest little canine, that was holding his own with much mightier beasts.
Hahaha, I definitely remember that day. I completely forgot that Brandy destroyed the first one.
ReplyDeleteYes, she can be a little ornery with other dogs. The new one sits on my screen, and stares at me while I type (a little un-nerving at times).
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