I'm sure you've heard the phrase, "Once you go black, you never go back.". And it's true. There's something subconsciously dangerous about them, menacing even. But, I can tell you for certain, my big love of a black, mixed breed dog is one of my proudest associations. Moxie has taught me an awful lot over the years, but most of her lessons have come in the last several months.
July 22, 2012
July 1, 2012
My sister continued hunting until a severe back injury put an end to her Sunday morning rides. My dad, however, still gets up on winter mornings when you can see your breath and hear the turkeys in the fallen corn, scavenging for breakfast to go out and chase the elusive, furry scoundrel.
I tell you about the hunting because it was regular thing around the house. When it wasn't hunting season, my sister and I would participate in dressage or jumping competitions at the stable where we kept our horses. (Yes, I was that kid who asked for a pony as a kid and actually got one.)
It was at a horse show when I was little that we first ran across Jack Russel Terriers.
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