|Poor Frankenpuppy, not a very happy boy.|
was that just before the surgery he didn't want to walk,
and after the surgeries we had to limit his walking. He
could only walk for five minutes, three times a day.
We're all used to two mile walks, two or three times a
day, so all three of us went through walking
withdrawals. But, by November his incision had healed,
he had gained some weight, and nearly all his strength
had returned. It was a smashingly beautiful autumn,
that lasted all the way through November, so our walks
seemed all the more precious in the autumnal beauty.
surgery, and he still had to be on a lead.
He wanted to make up for it by being extra
daring and be king of the castle, walking
along the top of the wall at Holywell Cemetery.
By Christmas, Jack was feeling much better, his
self--flying through the air with the
greatest of ease.
♩ then your tongue is going to show it......♫
As you can see by the little pink tongue, and the muddy
paws, all walkies are back to normal; two miles of
running, prancing, chasing, and sniffing, two or three
times a day. One of the best things about having a dog?
They get you out and moving, in any kind of weather.
A good brisk walk is about the best thing there is for
lightening a mood, living a happy life. You can't beat
dogs (and their people), grassy fields,
a river, and trees for happiness.
A little fresh air would be good for
you just now. The weather is lovely;
and a little stroll in the park will
bring the colour back to your cheeks.
~J. Palgrave Simpson,
For Ever and Never, 1884
Favourite toys always come along on walks, or
in a pinch, there's usually a stick to be found.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
for Jack--little Jonah of Wadham College,
and of the wonderful ears. He's still a pup,
and is a cock-a-poo, with mostly cocker and
very little poodle. When Jonah and Jack play,
it's all ears, tails, fur flying; leaping over and
under one another, rolling on the ground and
chasing each other's tails.
Noah belongs to the chaplain of
Wadham College just around the corner from us,
but he's considered the college dog, so the lucky
students have a rota for taking turns walking
him. He's with a different student every time we
see him, but he's impressively well behaved,
considering he's walking with different people
every day. He is one very good dog indeed,
|Jonah of the wonder ears.|
They collide and crash into each other, ears
flying, muddy paws getting even muddier.
Dog ears are meant to fly in the wind, so
they never hold back. It's happy, reckless
abandon...... something humans
could use a lot more of.
riverbank. Jack and Nash get along splendidly
because Nash is also half Jack Russell like
Jack. They're the same size and probably weigh
about the same, so watching them run is like
watching a positive and a negative version of
the same animal. They're ♪Ebony & Ivory♫,
that loves to muddy her paws with Jack.
They tear across the pitch, paws ever
muddier, fur flying in the breeze.
another of Jack's favourite park buddies.
There's nothing Elvis loves more than to
chase Jack and try to grab his tail.
is always up for a wrestle and a tustle. This
is Tashi, who's also half Jack Russell and is
one of Jack's BFFs. They tear around in
circles, running between our legs, putting
on a show for us.
We're all a bit like parents of toddlers,
small-dog walkers. We want them good
and tired so we can have some peace and
quiet at home, or watch telly without
being interrupted by a squeaky toy dropped
into our lap by an expectant looking dog.
Susan Branch, when she came to sit in his chair
with him (or so he thought). She and Joe were
actually here to spend a day with us in Oxford,
but Jack was immediately smitten with Susan
and wanted nothing more than to sit in her lap.
He showed her around his park too, which she
Jack even made a little appearance in Susan's
wonderful blog post about
Dogs of the English Countryside.
we're out walking, or out and about town
and countryside. Here he is, patiently waiting
his turn to go through the gate in Christ Church
meadow. Notice the Santa coat--which brought a
happy smile to most everyone he passed.
wore his Santa hat for a while. A short
while, but there was turkey from Christmas
dinner involved, so he didn't mind (too much).
|Jack's very first walk in Holywell Cemetery.|
The start of a good thing.
every creature will be to you a mirror
of life and a book of holy doctrine.
~ Thomas à Kempis