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Showing posts with label Jack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack. Show all posts

Monday, 12 April 2021

A-Z Challenge 2021 - Photo Shoot: J - Jack, Jigsaw, Jews Ear Fungus

 Jack was a lovely dog but had a bad back, But this did not stop him contorting himself - 


He had a favourite spot on the kitchen floor right where anyone working wanted to be.

He enjoyed swimming in the lake but when his back gave way he had to have a life harness on when he went in.

His ashes were added to the water when he passed over the rainbow bridge. The above collage is how we remembered him.

During the current pandemic jigsaw puzzles have taken up some of our time and one in particular proved difficult with no straight edge pieces to get us started.

Can you count the butterflies included?

If you like such fun you may also like ariculeria judae which I discovered in a local wood. Perhaps you prefer its more common name - 

Jews Ear Fungus

It felt like velvet to the touch on a elderberry bush.



Friday, 11 April 2014

A-Z Challenge 2014 - 'J'


J - Jack Russell Terrier, Jack - the Brown Bomber

A Jack Russell Terrier named Bracken was the second dog in my series North Yorkshire Village Dogs. You can read about him here

Jack Russell - Bracken
Originally bred for fox hunting, to drive or dig foxes out of the ground, the Jack Russell is a small terrier, principally white bodied with smooth or rough-hair.

Alfie - smooth Jack Russell
Nipper, thought to be a Jack Russell, will be recognised by many, listening to 'His Master's Voice.'

His Master's Voice
(Painting by Francis Barnard (1856-1924) in 1898)
In the UK TV Chef Rick Stein's shows were not complete without the presence of his rough-haired Jack Russell named Chalky. Chalky had his own fan club and even had two beers named after him.

On TV in the USA Eddie, a Jack Russell, was Martin Crane's dog on Frasier.

Jack, the Brown Bomber, appears here because of his name - he wasn't a Jack Russell but a chocolate Labrador once owned by my daughter, He had an A-Z Challenge post all of his own in 2011. (here)

A Tribute to Jack - gone but never forgotten.



Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Jack


A-Z Challenge – ‘J’

 You’ve met Jack, the Brown Bomber, before in this A-Z Challenge (under the letter ‘D’). I’d like to tell you more about him. 

The other three dogs had never seen a dog like Jack. As the only male till he arrived Sam liked to think that he was in charge. There was no hope of this once Jack found his legs!

Jack was a rescue dog in a sorry state. He had been so badly treated mistreated that he had been taken away from his owners. He could only stand on three legs. However once he had four feet on the ground he was in charge. It was no good Maxie and Sam arguing just because they were older.

He was so fierce when he first arrived; if the other dogs got in his way he would attack without warning. He even snarled and snapped a lot at people, especially if they touched his back. Because of the way he had been mistreated he got away with a lot the others would have been severely scolded for. 

Sam, Maxie and Gem learned very quickly not to go too close when he was eating. They had to rush their food as Jack just bolted his and then would proceed to bolt theirs as well. Once he was mobile it became a never ending battle to keep the dog food secure and out of his reach. The dogs were often in trouble for creating a mess in the kitchen – but it was Jack who knew how to open drawers and cupboards and how to empty their contents; he even succeeded in taking a frying pan through into a bedroom.

Jack still acted as though he was fierce when unknown people visit. Once when his mistress was home alone you should have seen him bristle, growl, snarl and bark when an armed marauder knocked upon the door. Sam, Maxie and Gem were proud of themselves It was just routine for Jack


 He became a big softie really when he grew older. Who would have thought that macho Jack would proudly carry a soft cuddly toy named Piggy all over the place? He may have been the alpha dog but he was still scared of guns, thunder, fireworks and any sudden loud noises. You should have seen see him scurry when you threatened him with a squeaky toy.

 The dogs had a ‘game’ called running the gauntlet but this wasn’t about playing with a leather glove, even though that might be fun for them. It was about how they had to take their lives in their paws when they had to pass Jack lying on the mat just inside the back door.

Dog flaps in each door made it easier for the dogs to get in and out of the house, and from the garage into the corral. This meant that they had the run of the house when they were left home alone.

Jack, the scourge of the other dogs had a problem with his back legs and, according to the vet was in continual pain. This may have explained Jack’s short temper and why he snapped.

Because he slipped on the parquet floor, carpet strips were placed strategically from the back door into the kitchen to make it easier for Jack to get about. He had another privilege denied to the rest of the dogs, unless he was not about. He had his own little room inside the back door equipped with a duvet on which to sit.

Unfortunately, outside the door to his room, just inside the dog flap from the garage, there was the mat on which Jack laid in wait. When the other dogs entered the house through the flap at peace with the world and one another – Snap! All hell broke loose. Many a wound was inflicted before they had the chance to run. 

Sam developed a phobia about going through the flap in case Jack was waiting inside. If there was anyone at home he adopted one of two strategies. First he went on to the deck and stood at the door from the lounge hoping someone would take pity on him and let him in. Failing that he just sat in the garage and barked. He knew that it was safe for him to traverse the flap when he heard, “It’s OK Sam.” Then he entered quite nonchalantly as if that was what he intended all along.

Jack had other annoying habits, some comical enough to make an English Cheshire cat grin – but most just annoying or downright embarrassing. He persisted from time to time in trying to hump all the other dogs. You can imagine what Sam thought of that.

We never worked out what was his pleasure in licking the air. He pestered the rest and if they let him, Sam was too scared not to, would lick the wax out of their ears. It’s too delicate to mention where else he licked. 

When swimming in the lake Jack became quite manic, snapping at the water surface. He couldn’t really think could he, that he had a hope of catching fish? Sam, of course standing in the shallows with water up to his knees, was bemused by this behaviour. To him anyone in the lake was mad anyway.

Once when diving in to fetch a stick Jack let out a yelp as he hurt his back. It wasn’t really funny – he might have drowned if his owner had not dived in to rescue him. Then, for a while, whenever Jack went swimming he had to wear a harness that made sure he wouldn’t sink. There was a length of rope attached so that he could be pulled out if he got into difficulties. He would have looked more macho than usual – if it hadn’t been for the rope.


 Jack had a nasty habit, mind you Gem did too, of eating any deer poo he can find. He and Gem often played outside with a Frisbee and then they were good mates. Outside the corral they often wandered off together to explore the neighbourhood and Jack developed selective deafness to all shouts to come back. It has been known for them both to have to be fetched. Gem didn’t not like being scolded. Jack? He didn’t seem to care and gave the impression he was coming back anyway.
 
However Jack’s love of food had its advantages for the others as you will see. But no-one could understand why he tried to chew a can of ravioli before the can was opened.

Jack could tell the time and each afternoon when anyone was at home he barked to let them know that it was time for the dogs to be fed. If shouted down, he proceeded to nudge whoever it was with his head or play with their feet. Oh, and he had a foot fetish by the way.

His persistence usually worked and the food routine came into play. Jack had to stay in his room while Sam, Maxie and Gem sat patiently in the garage while the food was shared out in four separate bowls with water added to Jack’s. On the command OK they set to with a will. Jack’s bowl was carried back inside for him. Why did he have water added to his? This was to slow him down and to give the others the chance of finishing before he burst out through the dog flap to lick their bowls, just in case they had left a scrap.

Peace reigned while all four dogs went outside to deposit more poo for us to clean up.

Poor Jack had to be put to sleep after developing a problem with his throat which made it very difficult for him to eat. His ashes were spread around the property and as a special tribute part was distributed in the centre of the lake in which years earlier he had nearly come to grief. 


Tuesday, 5 April 2011

The Man Who Talks to Dogs


A-Z Challenge – ‘D’

Because of my interest in dogs I started to write about the dogs in the village where I live. The outcome – I suppose I now know as many dogs as people and I’ve heard people call me, “The man who talks to dogs.”

The first dog I remember was when I was very young, I’m not sure that I was old enough to go to school. The only photograph (now lost) that I saw of my father was him kneeling on the front lawn with Punch. Punch was an Airedale with a simple attitude to cats – he hated them. Mind you he took it to extremes when he killed the landlord’s cat for being on his lawn.

The first dog that I was allowed to take out for a walk was a white Labrador/Lurcher named Laddie, the gentlest dog you could imagine. He kept us in rabbit meat during WWII. Poor Laddie came to an untimely death when he was chased out off an alleyway behind a village pub straight under the wheels of a lorry.
Flick, the Whippet, came from South Wales. She covered herself in glory in a very short time by catching a hare almost as big as herself. I once wrote a short story based on this event called ‘The Chase.’

Major the Springer Spaniel had a demeanour to match his name. I’ll swear he sat to attention while his photograph was taken. Major was owned by my future wife’s family in Stamford, Lincolnshire.

 Major

My wife and I have never had a dog. One of my sons and my daughter have made up for this. Milly and Cara were the last two Irish Water Spaniels owned by my son. Milly was the most intelligent dog I’ve ever met and not a bad footballer either. She craved chicken bones and was the scourge of the neighbourhood raiding refuse bins for the remains. (You may read about Milly and Cara at http://bobscotney.blogspot.com/2010/04/irish-water-spaniels.html).

Milly and Cara

My daughter who lives in America had two golden (yellow) Labradors, a brother and sister, named Sam and Maxie. They are the stars in my blog post ‘Dogs of Troy’ at http://bobscotney.blogspot.com/2010/09/dogs-of-troy.html

Gem, Sam, Jack and Maxie
 When my daughter moved house, the pack increased to four with the addition of Gem, a black Lab mutt, and Jack, the chocolate Labrador know affectionately as the ‘Brown Bomber.’ Jack is my Lucky Dog (http://bobscotney.blogspot.com/2010/12/lucky-dog.html)
 
Jack
 Only Gem of the ‘originals’ is still alive and she has been joined by the elder statesman, a Retriever named Cody – the most obedient dog I know. He loves fishing in the lake.

 Cody

Scout and Lily are the younger Retrievers in the house. I have been told that it’s my job this summer to train Lily to behave. Wish me luck when I talk to the dogs.

[Posts and photos on North Yorkshire Village Dogs may be found in my blog archives in December 2009, January, March, June, July, September, October and December 2010]