He is a Jacked Russell indeed…ladies and gentlemen, may I present my husband (and his blog), also writing about our crazy dogs.
Before we were married, my fiancée and I thought it would be enjoyable to get a dog.
We’re both big fans of the show Frasier, and thanks to Martin Crane’s conveniently funny Jack Russell Terrier, Eddie, we decided we would find ourselves a Jack Russell.
“We can name him Niles!” I exclaimed.
“Or Daphne, if it’s a girl!” My then-fiancée replied.
We searched on Craigslist for a week before we found Miles (just ONE letter off from “Niles”), a six-month-old JRT who had been found roaming the ghetto streets of Wilmington, NC.
The lady who had been fostering him told us he was only 20 pounds.
And from his picture, he looked like he was only 20 pounds.
Then we met him.
He was not 20 pounds.
We didn’t care, he was so ADOWABOWL (as all dogs are), and we were determined to make him ours.
We’re not 100% sure…
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