The down-and-dirty on raising a Jack Russell Terrier in Pittsburgh.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Welcome to Muddy Paws!
A little over a year ago, I moved to Pittsburgh with my fiancee and 10-week-old Jack Russell Terrier, Skyler, so that I could attend graduate studies. I rode in a Penske Truck for a little over 14 hours with a fur ball the size of a softball in my lap.
He's much larger now — people ask if he's part Greyhound or Dalmatian — but throughout all of his puppy stages, doggie schools and day camps, the constant has been his rule of the house. With Skyler's energy level being so high, I've learned to take advantage of the pet perks of Pittsburgh, so that he can get out, meet other dogs and play. If you, too, have puppies that run laps in the living room, be sure to keep an eye out for the Local Events links I'll post on the right sidebar. I promise you they'll nap after. He's made me pull at my hair for all the ear phones, door stops, prescription glasses and DVDs he's chewed up, but I have absolutely no clue what I would do without him. Here I'll share all the frustrations, laughs and love I share with my Pup. And I'd like to hear your stories as well.