Finding Punkin

After managing to have a Jack Russell out of the same female line since 1972 it was with heavy hearts that we said goodbye to our Dessie (Destiny - named as a wee pup by our then 11 year old daughter) last Sept 25th. She was almost 18. It took awhile, but I started looking at rescue dogs on a ton of on line sights until one day I saw this face looking at me and it said, "I'm the one, pick me." So I emailed the SPCA in Medicine Hat, a 3 hour drive from our house, made all the arrangements and on a cold, windy and rainy day I headed that way. They said she was 'about' 7 and her name was Terry. Looking at her beautiful gray face I'd say somewhere between 7 and 14, but it doesn't matter, and her name is now Punkin, because while she has a very large vocabulary that she responds to, Terry wasn't a word that elicited any reaction at all. She will probably bark all the way home, they said..... well she curled up in the seat beside me and never made a peep the whole way home, in fact she has yet to make a sound. A Jack that doesn't bark! How wonderfully bizarre! She is the best dog in the whole world and we are blessed to have her, and we tell her so every day!
Kathie Roller-Stell
Okotoks, Canada