Jack’s Walk

A new friend for Jack? ©voyager, all rights reserved

When we walk around our neighbourhood during the day, Jack and I have a regular route. We walk up to the high school, then down toward the park and then loop around back to the far end of our own street and then it’s a straight line to home again. This route is Jack’s choice because it gives him the best chance of getting a few love pats along the way. The walk takes us past his teenaged fan club and the home of his best dog friend, Leo. It also allows me to avoid problems because I know where all the other dogs live along the route. Most dogs are friendly and get along well with Jack, but there are one or two exceptions. There’s a Jack Russell at the end of our block who strains at his leash snarling and barking at Jack madly. We only know him as “Shut-up you bastard,” but I’m sure he has another name. I’d stop to ask except he won’t stop barking long enough to speak to his person, a frail elderly man who likes to holler. There’s also Izzy, a pug, who wants to challenge Jack. Jack picked him up once and spat him out again, without injury I should add, but it only made Izzy more determined to get Jack. So now, we always cross the street to avoid him. Izzy has a great person named Linda who Jack and I both like, but she understands that Izzy has issues and always controls him from her side of the street. Recently, though, neighbours a few blocks down have gotten a new dog, and it barks at us every day no matter what time we go by. It’s always at the window, I imagine because his people work and he is watching for them. The new dog not only barks, but he jumps around a lot, occasionally banging into the window. Jack says he wants to be friends and tells me that we should knock on their door one evening to meet him when his people are at home. I think we should wait until spring, when the new dog is more settled and we can meet casually outdoors. I tell Jack that not everyone wants a voyager at their door with an 85-pound hairy goofball, asking if their dog can come out to play. Jack says he can’t understand why, and furrow’s his brow at me. Sheesh, alright, Bubba! Maybe I’ll go alone to take them a few Christmas cookies and check the situation out. If they’re agreeable, perhaps I’ll take Jack for a playdate. I think the new dog does look like a fun sort of fellow, just look at that smile, and its barking and antics do seem more playful than aggressive. Who knows, maybe Leo has some competition for the title of Jack’s Best Friend?


  1. johnson catman says

    I don’t particularly care much for Jack Russell Terriers. They are WAY too high strung, and they always think they are a big dog. I had a former employer who had one. The dog would ride in his pickup, walking back and forth along the back of the seat looking for stuff to bark at. When he saw something, he would grab the seat belt in his teeth and thrash his head back and forth as if he was slinging the something he had seen. Before long, he had totally demolished the seat belts in that truck. The boss just let him do it. He was like an undisciplined child, only worse.

  2. says

    A friend of mine used to call them “Jack Russel Terrorists” -- apparently the psychology of dogs bred to go into fox holes is difficult. I’m not fond of dachshund either. (One ripped my cousin’s face open when she was 7)

  3. voyager says

    One of my friends has a Jack Russel cross who’s nickname is “Squirrel” because that’s how she behaves. She is totally hyper-active and barks at every shadow. She also jumps around on the furniture like an ungraceful cat on acid and insists on being the centre of attention. Jack ignores her and plays with her quiet older sister.

  4. Jazzlet says

    I used to know a pretty well-behaved Jack Russell called Abe, but she had been properly trained, too many people with small dogs don’t bother and it shows. Mind Abe wasn’t always good, if there were treats on the table you had to really watch her, she’d sit there looking as if they were the last thing on her mind, with her back to the table and the moment the humans stopped paying attention she’d jump backwards on to the table from her sitting position. Treats were kept in a tin with a good lid, in the alcove cupboard on the top shelf and food was never left out on work surfaces, because it would end up on the floor where the other dogs would get to share courtesy of Abe. I miss her, she was great with our far larger dogs, not pushy, but not scared either, and she was very affectionate if she liked you.

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