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Just a few black and white pictures of my Jack Russell Terrier through the eyes of his owner.

 CK - The JRT Owner

You’re probably all wondering where I’ve been in the last few weeks. This is actually going to be my first post for 2009. I’m still here, haven’t gone anywhere, except lately I’ve been staying at a hotel for dogs.  Yep, CK has been traveling a lot for work and unfortunately he can’t take me with him every time he goes, so I’ve been staying at a hotel for dogs or the humans call it pet boarding.

The place I got to is pretty cool (Centennial Pet Boarding) located in Winnipeg, nothing like the Dreamworks and Nickelodeon Movie, but it’s as much fun. It has doggy daycare during the day, so me and my pals can run around, and play with toys. There is both an indoor and outdoor section.

The people there take good care of us. They feed us breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and sometimes we get snacks. We have bathroom breaks, nap times, neighborhood walks, and if we want, we can get groomed and a pawdicure. There is also an animal hospital next door. The only thing about this place is that they don’t have Wi-Fi, that’s why I’ve fallen behind with my entries.

When it’s time for bed, we stay inside our room (kennel). I don’t’ mind it. I’m use to sleeping in a similar room back at home. Thankfully CK brings my own blanket. I can’t stand hotel blankets.

I enjoy being here. The people are friendly and my friends are here and it’s always busy. But sometimes when CK is gone for a while, I miss him, I miss home, and I even miss my fat cat sister Nemo. The one thing about CK is that I can count on him to always come back for me.

whooofff Santa, I was a good dog all year long… Please bring me a box of my favorite toy! Happy Holidays Everyone!

Whooff! I’ll be the first to admit that I get spoiled with toys. CK gets me a new one every other week, that’s because they are so yummy…Mmmm…gotta’ love rubber…

I’ve gone through different types of toys, everything from stuffed animals, teething toys, fetch toys or chew toys. Recently, one of my favorite toys is the Tug and Floss, which is fun for playing tug-o-war with CK, although I always end up winning. Bwaaff Haaff.

I’ve also have gotten a Kong, those are tough. I could never eat it all in one day. I also love it when CK puts a treat inside, it makes it more challenging. But my all time favorite toys are the ones that CK chases me for. He must really love them too.

I don’t really know what they’re called. Sometimes I find them around the house, sometimes they smell so fresh and so clean and sometimes they smell funky. Sometimes I find black ones or white ones, long and short ones. Whenever I have them, CK seems to chase me around for it, which is fun. Maybe, it’s his favorite toy too. But he usually has them on his feet. Grrrfff. I never did get that.

One day, while I was bored with the Kong and Tug-N-Floss, I began looking for my favorite toy. I looked in the bathroom where CK sometimes would leave them or on his bed, but it wasn’t there. I went into Nemo’s room (cat) but they weren’t there either. Then I looked in the laundry room and found a basket; something was hanging out of it that looked like my favorite toy. So I sniffed to get a closer scent and BINGO! I found my favorite toy, so I grab it and ran. Of course, as soon as CK saw it he chased after me. After a few minutes he took it away from me and hid it again. I’m like, Dude, where’s my toy?

Grrooff Everyone!

Sorry I haven’t been blogging lately. I’ve been feeling down for the last few days now… The other day CK took me to see Dr. S. My veterinarian. Usually, I love to visit the hospital because I get to say hi to all the people and bump into some of my friends. But this time around was a little different. I don’t remember much of the day, the last time I saw Dr. S. I got a few shots and then I looked like this…

I don’t’ know what happened, all I knew was that my face was itchy and puffy. I didn’t mind it, I went back to see Dr. S right away and she gave me another shot and felt all better within the hour. But this time, this time I was not happy at all. Something wasn’t right.

CK dropped me off first thing in the morning. All I remember was that Dr. S gave me a shot and next think you know I woke up in a kennel, all dopey eyed and buzz. CK picked me up near the end of the day and we went home, still I was not feeling right. The fat cat actually said hi to me when we got home, but I wasn’t interested in chasing her. As the evening progressed, I began to feel an itchy sensation down there. So I went to look and began to lick and lick, and than it I saw it. Actually, it’s what I didn’t see is what almost gave me a heart attack! My jewels were gone! My manhood snipped and cut off, my prize possession no longer to be found. I was devastated and heartbroken.

Maybe, when I am brave enough and past the embarrassment, I’ll post pictures of before and after. Until then, I am still recovering from a painful and traumatic experience.

Whooff! Ever since the cold white stuff showed up on the ground, stepping outside with CK became more of a quick bathroom break. It wasn’t that long ago, when the sun would wake up early and go to sleep late at night, when I would hear the birds annoyingly sing their tunes, and when I would see chipmunks staring at me begging me to chase them. It was then, that CK and I would go for long walks.

I love my walks, sniffing the ground, grass and every ant that passed by. I love running and jumping up and down, to say hello to every human I see. I love to stop and admire the poles and red stumps (I think CK calls them fire hydrants) on every block.

Sometimes, when CK is up for the challenge we would go for a long run. I would have a stick in my mouth, pretending it’s a rabbit that I just caught and we would run, but stop often because CK needs to catch his breath. Bwafff…, what a wimp!

I missed those times, at first when the white stuff began to show up on the ground, I was curious and excited, I sniffed and licked, sniff, sniff, lick, lick — oh wait, bathroom break — then continue to lick and sniff the white stuff, which tasted pretty good. I was thrilled that this was something different, but I noticed that I was getting cold and so was CK. I didn’t mind the cold weather, as long as I had my sweater, but I think CK did, and each day our walks turned into a quick one.

So on this evening, CK and I finally decided to go for a long walk, and boy, was he in for it. I yanked and pulled and was leading the walk and going everywhere I wanted to go. I took every opportunity to stop, sniff and lick. What did he expect, I’m a Jack Russell Terrier, I need my exercise, running around the house, playing tug of war or chasing my sister Nemo is not enough. Doesn’t he realize that I am a big growing boy! We dogs, take our walks seriously, it’s sacred to us. Our ancestors have been doing it for thousands of years. It’s in our blood to carry this tradition.

When the walk finally ended, and we got back in the house getting ready for bed, CK sat on the couch and looked at me. He started talking but I can never understand what he says, but I can feel his energy and I sense that he was not happy by the way I behaved during our walk, the walk that we both used to enjoy.

I sat beside him and rested my head on his lap to give him some love to thank him for the walk. He looked at me and smiled with his eyes and returned the love back by petting me on the head. He started to talk to me again, but his bark didn’t make sense. Instead, I felt his energy saying that he was sorry for not going on walks more often with me. I accepted his apology as I gave him a lick on the face. I think after tonight we will begin going on longer walks again!