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Oh, the things she is afraid of

Oh, the things she is afraid of

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PLEASE NOTE: Melody is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com. This post contains affiliate links. When you click on these links and make a purchase, I earn a percentage of the sale which allows me to keep providing you great content for free on this website. I sometimes forget that Misha is afraid of so many…

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Too much partying for me, dude

Too much partying for me, dude

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We celebrate a couple of family birthdays on Sunday. I always take Misha with me if I can because she needs the socialization. And, there is nothing like the tired a dog gets from getting too much attention all day. This is Misha on Tuesday–two days after the party. She was so tired she didn’t even want to go for her walk. She saved all her energy for food. These special days take a lot out of her. She’ll still…

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Are Jack Russell’s really all that brave?

Are Jack Russell’s really all that brave?

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I’ve read a little bit here and there about Jack Russell Terriers and their characteristics.  They are supposed to be fierce hunters and very brave.  Brave huh? Misha has the fierce part down.  She’ll scare off anyone who comes on our property.  I’ve been saved from the mail carrier and the UPS driver many times my tiny protector. However, if I’m ever attacked by someone wielding a fly swatter or a role of aluminum foil, I am on my own. …

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She’s part goat, I swear

She’s part goat, I swear

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Earlier today, I heard something fall on the ground. It didn’t sound like anything was broken, so I ignored it. About an hour later, I noticed the new package of underwear I just bought today laying on the ground. “Somebody” decided to chew off half the flap–and it wasn’t me. I swear, sometimes, I think she is a Jack Russell-Goat mix. You would think we never feed her.

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Don’t You Give Me the Butt!

Don’t You Give Me the Butt!

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What would you say if this is the way your dog greeted you? This is how Misha greets me when I am not paying attention to her.  I’ll be sitting on the couch.  Misha will run in front of me, throw her head to the ground, and stick her butt in the air.  She looks back to make sure I see it.  If she is not pointing directly at me, she’ll scoot over so she is. A couple of times,…

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