Hello everyone! It's me, Runtly, the ever so entertaining Jack Russell Terrier! JRT for short! I'm writing to you from a place of deep ponderment. Mom says that is not a word and I should have titled my piece, Whoa Is Me. Mom is mean.
I don't know what is going on, but I seem to be in constant trouble. I have to wear my buzzing collar every time I go outside. I can't help it that I'm just a curious doggy soul. Plus, I'm brave and ferocious. Just the other day, while I was out in the middle of the road, a giant truck came down the road. I showed it who the boss was and stood my ground. It had to come to a complete stop and I barked it up good! Mom was behind me the whole time and every time she got too close, I ran a little farther ahead. Hey! I had to protect Mom! She was in the middle of the road! Mom was not too happy about my bravery and as I let the truck pass, Mom had to apologize to the driver and the driver wished her good luck.
I have two friends, Max and Thor. They are really big dogs, German Shepherds. I like Max, he is my bestest buddy, but I don't like Thor. He steals my toys. They live next door and every time I go over there, I find one of my toys and I have to bring it back home. When Thor comes over, which is every stinking day, I have to constantly remind him that I be the boss of this yard. I show him my teeth and if that doesn't work, I throw in a growl. Thor likes to chase me too. Mom says Thor thinks I am a white rabbit. How insulting! He is getting faster, but I can still out maneuver him. My zag is quicker than his zip. Mom has a big water bowl outside just for us dogs. I don't drink out of it much, but Max and Thor drink it dry about everyday. The other day, Mom was filling the bowl because Thor was thirsty. It was my dog felt duty to get the first lap of water though and it did not go well. Thor was really thirsty and when he went for the water, I went for him. Mom still had the hose in her had and she sprayed us with it to get us to stop fighting. We were soaking wet before we quit. Mom was not too happy about that. She tries to remind me that Max and Thor are way bigger than me. Mom just doesn't understand that I could care less. I be the boss of this yard!
So, now I have to wear the buzzing collar. But, I know if I can make it over the bank, it can't buzz me there. Mom knows this too and she is getting quicker about catching up with me. Sometimes the buzzing turns into a bite and I don't like that at all, but it does make me quit whatever I had in mind of doing. I did figure out that if I shake enough, it loosens the collar and then it doesn't bite me. Mom figured it out too when she had to chase me again with the remote control zapper. It was shortly after that that she super glued the end of the collar. Mom is mean.
There's a whole list of other festivities that I have accomplished, but I will save them for later. Besides, there's a squirrel on the bird feeder! Woof!
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