[Quiet Man Cometh]

My sister had a jack russel that I swear was one part nuclear energy and 1 part brick. It got into a fight with my step mom's dog and my dad kicked that the flyign furball to separate them. He his the jack, who bounced off the wall about three feet up, rebounded a foot, and hit the ground running back into the fight.

I have a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel (old boy now, and not at all typical for the breed) who is a slow mover. The jack would be up and down the stairs five times before my dog made it half way up. She would decide to help him out once and a while by grabbing his ear and tugging.

Annoying as heck, but she grew on my anyway. It was almost ironic that I was the only one around when we had to put her down. Cancer. That was some years ago. My dog is 13 now and deaf. He's probably been deaf for some time, but with Tobie (the jack) around and helping him out, we never really noticed until she was gone.

My sister has two new rescued dogs now, one pitt-mix and one boxer. When the shelter learned she used to have a jack, they tried to get her to take one because they do end up in shelters a lot since not everyone can handle the energy levels.