I got my Jack Russell Terrier, Vladi when he was 5 weeks old. I really didn't want a dog but my best friend (you know who you are) talked me into him. From day 1 he had my heart. He was the son I never had. I only have had to whup his butt 1 time. When I talk to him he looks at me as if he understands each & every word I say. When he talks to me and I don't get it he looks at me like, "Papa, I know you're not too clever so I'll say again."
I wanted a cool name for him, not Spot or Jack (how unoriginal can you get for a JRT?). One day we were playing and he went up my arm w/ them little needle sharp puppy teeth that I called at the moment "impalers". I looked like someone took a staple gun to my arm. Then inspiration hit! Vlad The Impaler! Named after a homicidal, genocidal, suicidal madman (according to what most people believe) my Vladi was the best behaved, smartest, most gentle and best looking of all the kids (2 or 4 legged) in the trailerhood when we was there. Now he's all that and more in the suburbs!
Before Vlad I had 2 cats, Baby Toad (yes, Baby Toad but that's another story) and Shado ( yes, Shado, w/o a "w" but that, too is another story). Baby Toad passed away at age 18 but Big Shad only made 16. Whatever "stinky food", (our term for canned cat food) they didn't eat I put out for the local strays. One stray leads to 2, leads to 4, etc. So Vlad grew up surrounded by kittens. Hell, I think he was nigh onto 6 months old before he ever had a puppy to play with. So is this boy going to go cat killer? I think not.
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