I’m reblogging this today as we have been asked to look after a little jack russell for a few hours next week. We are familiar with his owner as we always passed the time of day when he was walking Jack, and he was one of the first to offer his condolences when we lost Maggie last year. Jack will be paying a visit to check out the temporary ‘digs’ before the event.
There have been very few dogs I’ve come across in my life that don’t ‘like me’, and most are up for a fuss and a cuddle regardless of size, age or breed.
I’m putty in their hands, and they know it.
I can’t even blame it on having a pocket full of biscuits as I don’t actually carry any now.
Years ago, a guy came into the place where I worked with a rottweiler he was training.
‘Don’t go anywhere near ‘im,’ he warned. ‘ E’ll ‘ave yer ‘and off.’
So I didn’t………….. much.
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