I know a particular dog that is quite strange. He is afraid of leaves, but not pit-bulls. He can stand up and walk on two legs, but routinely falls off of the bed. He will play with you when you are trying to write, and he will sleep when you have time for him. His name is Jack, and he is a Jack Russell Terrier.
Jack came into my life through my girlfriend, and since then he has carved out a very important place in my heart. Legend has it that he was thrown out of a moving car and into our lives, or maybe he jumped out of his own free will knowing that this time the grass actually would be greener on the other side.
Jack has an amazingly short attention span, and though he weighs but fifteen pounds he can be an interesting dog to walk. He will frequently dive into bushes, chase after rabbits, and wrap himself around trees. We walk him on a retractable leash, which is normally used to keep him close rather than give him more freedom. He is getting better, but he still needs work.
Last week we encountered a little old lady, perhaps going for her afternoon walk as well. When she saw the little energetic Jack coming her way I could see a smile grow on her face. She had no idea what was in store for her.
As we approached she bent down to pet him and Jack immediately began sniffing her. Apparently the more interesting smell was always coming from her in a clockwise direction as he began running around her in a circle. This of course forced me to run around her in the same direction in order to avoid getting her tripped up.
So there Jack and I were on a sidewalk, next to a busy road, circling an old lady like madmen.
Eventually I was able to scoop him up. I apologized though she didn’t seem to mind. I let her pet Jack, and Jack obliged her with a perhaps unwanted lick to the face. She laughed and smiled wide. Jack has that effect on people. Even when he is being a brat, you can’t help but smile.