Let it be known that my dog doesn’t always hear her name even when she is in the same room as the caller. But, she can hear the pantry door open while buried under her blankets on the other side of the house. She can hear a food wrapper being opened in the garage. She can hear peas dropping on the floor. I call it selective hearing. She hears it if it has to do with food. —————–
This is Misha. She thinks winter is already here. Well, it may be in other parts of the country where temperatures have dipped to zero. But here on the west coast, it’s 60F. Are all Jack Russell Terriers sensitive to cooler temps? Misha certainly can’t handle anything less than 65F. I’ve seen her burrow when it’s in the 80s. Even our dogs are weather wimps.
Well, here’s a sight you haven’t seen in awhile. Misha has been kept under wraps for a few months, meaning I haven’t blogged in a long time. It has been a crazy, hectic summer. Some of it a bit scary where Misha is concerned. Soon, I’ll post what happened this summer. In the meantime, I leave you with a traditional Misha blanket shot.