|Wee Jack at 7 weeks old;|
a Jack Russell Terrier and Bichon Frise mix.
For some reason, about two months ago, Stuart and I both simultaneously and spontaneously decided that we needed a puppy. The thought was just in both our heads one day, "We need a puppy!", and that was that, we were getting one.
|The M6 in Cumbria and our farm shop stop.|
We had beautiful scenery along the way, waved to the Lake District as we passed by, and stopped at a wonderful farm shop just off the motorway before driving into Carlisle. Our spirits were very high and it didn't take long to find the address we were looking for. And then, four hours after leaving Oxford, we were holding our new puppy, wee Jack.
As I held him, he calmly looked up at me and we both knew, Jack and I, that he was right where he belonged. What drew me to Jack, other than the fact he was the cutest puppy I'd ever seen, was that he's a Jack Russell and Bichon Frise mix. I thought what a great combination--the traits of each breed would enhance the traits of the other, and I was so right. I could tell right way he was going to be a very special dog and companion.
We let his mummy say one last goodbye before packing him into his special basket and the drive back to Oxford. We drove the 250 miles in a haze of puppy, Stuart driving and me never taking my eyes off Jack.
Once we were home, it seemed to take Jack no time at all to settle in and become a part of our household and our lives. Since I'm home all day, I have the time to give the attention such a young puppy needs--which is a lot. I haven't gotten much sleep since May 17th, or done much of anything other than attend to the needs of a furry, wee babe, but it doesn't feel like work in the least bit--and now we can't imagine our lives without him.
|Jack, 8 weeks old.|