I am blessed with many friends, but there are two very special ones that I've been thrilled to see. They've been friends for years and while they aren't good at writing letters and skype seems to confuse them, they were very happy to see me. Really, they are happy to see anyone who doesn't ring the doorbell. That's only because they don't like the doorbell, not a dislike of meeting new people.
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| Mischief |
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| Patches |
When I was eleven or twelve, I wrote that I wanted another Jack Russell Terrier on my Christmas list. We had one at the time, and a Rhodesian Ridgeback. My parents surprised my sister and I with a tiny little pup, who stayed inside a Christmas stocking for all of two seconds. The bow around her neck lasted mere minutes. Within a half an hour (and that's being generous with the time) she had terrified our big Rhodesian Ridgeback and also peed on the one carpeted area in our house. Mom decided then that our naming discussion was at an end, and she was dubbed "Mischief."
Patches is our "American" Jack Russell, since we got her after returning to the USA. She earned her name for her few patches of brown on her mostly white body, but age is catching up with her too. Her brown patches are giving way to more white hairs, but she's still a spunky pup at heart.
Patches rather likes licking things, and tonight my computer got a little bit of her affection as I worked. Mischief is snoring next to me. I love my little friends. It is so good to take a "paws" and be with my puppers, as I call them, although technically, Patches is my sister's dog and Missy is mine. I've missed having a puppy (they are still puppies to me even though Mischief is about sixteen years old) sleeping next to me on the sofa in the evenings. I have a soft heart about most animals but especially to these special dogs.
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