I AM EDDY
Sunday, December 13, 2009

Yo, My name is Eddy. I’m a Jack Russell Terrier and I live on an island north of Seattle, Washington.

This is my first stab at a blog, so bear with me while I get used to sharing my thoughts. It’s not often I get asked for them.

Here’s the scene.

I live with good people. Man and Woman are a couple with a crazy teenage daughter called Kid.

Belle, also a JRT, is my compadre, and my senior by about 5 years. We used to have her brother Joe in the pack, but a gnarly coyote got him. Joe was Mister Cool, a dashingly handsome ‘broken coat’ and very terrier, but with that soft sensitive side we Jacks try to keep secret. Belle is a ‘smoothy’ and quite petite. Delicate she’d like you to think, but Woman calls her The Bowling Ball for good reason. I’m what they call a ‘full coat’. Woman says I’m a Brillo Pad or Velcro-coat. She thinks that’s funny.

Belle and I had been running things around here quite happily for a couple of years when our lives were turned upside down by Mia.

Kid brought Mia home one night late last Christmas. Of course then she was a small fat puppy with big brown eyes. Even I liked her well enough. But let me tell you something about Labs, they grow up. Then they grow some more. She is now the size of a horse and frankly takes up way too much space. Man gets right on my case if he finds us arguing, although it’s always Mia that starts it. Anyway, enough about her. Big pain.

My job, as I see it, is to keep the 3 human types in my house safe from rabbits, stray cats, the neighbors chickens and the man who delivers propane.

It’s a thankless task and I’m on it all day and night. I’m a sleep-with-one-eye-open kind of guy. Security detail is sometimes very exhausting, but both bitches are just not as good at it as I am. They bark of course, but only after I give the signal. My cat Gerri simply vanishes in an orange blurr when barking commences. This tends to confuse the puppy among us who dashes wildly after the cat instead of the offending visitor. Learner barker and big pain.

So I am Alpha of the pack around here. Man has the idea that it’s him, but obviously until he brings home a mouse in his jaws, it’s pretty darned clear who rules this roost bucko. I humor him to be polite, lie on my back and let him scratch me, even do as he asks occasionally. But he’s in line behind yours truly never fear. I am a young 6 years old. Never mind all that horse pucky about dog years. I’m with the humans on this. Who’d want to be 42 instead of 6 - come ON ? We live on a grassy hill with really big trees, in a house which is warm. I get 2 hots and a cot each day. We have chickens, a cat and a noisy cockatiel. Man has a hawk called BT because he is a falconer. BT is cool and I like her because she can scare people better then anyone I know. It’s SO funny to see a dude walk right up to her pen and not even spot her. Then she lets out this fantastic ear splitting screech and they jump out of their skins. BT rocks.

So that’s a bit about me. I’m a hip dog, a smart dog and I keep a happy home. I might try this dog blog thing again soon, so stay tuned. There are more stories from dogland then there are quail in the bushes around here. Hope you like adventures ‘cause I’ll be taking you on some excellent ones!

Eddy