Russell Terrier
Monday was PT Day. Those are the initials for Physical Therapy of course. I am trying hard to join the current initial-speaking generation whilst also re-learning how to walk.
Anyway, believe it or not (and I can’t believe it myself), I saw a wonderful thing when entering the Physical Therapy center.
I saw a beautiful, sweet little DOG!
A dog at PT? Yup!
And although I didn’t have the nerve to take a photo, please
picture this:
- A lady was lying on her back on the therapist’s table.
- The therapist was seated at her head and manipulating the lady’s neck.
- And on the patient’s abdomen was the most adorable little dog I have ever seen.
She (the dog) was stretched out on her Mistress’ stomach and looked up when I walked in (the dog – not the lady). Then she stared at me (the dog) and I stared at her until we both got tired of looking. Actually I never tired of looking but while awaiting my turn with the therapist I pretended to read a magazine but kept sneaking looks at the amazing little creature.
At the end, they put the little dog down on the floor and she came right over to me for a greeting, an ear rub, and immediate love!
“Do you have another like her you want to get rid of?” I asked the lady.
“Funny you should ask,” was the answer. “Birdie just had puppies. There are 3 left. Someone is coming in two weeks to choose one of the 3. The therapist wants another. And there will be one left. All 3 are calm like Birdie.”
Birdie is a Russell Terrier, a derivation of the Jack Russell. These are very active hunting dogs but the “Russell” (minus the Jack) is breeder-described as a couch potato!
Now I ask you, “Is this meant to be?”
I will know in about two weeks.
Virginia Views 