We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you,who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10year old child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.
Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face ashe can get without actually performing a French kiss on me. Lest you think this is a bad case of `no discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habiti ncluding locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200.
This reminds of the time I had a dinner party that I served a leg of lamb at. I put the left overs on the counter top while continuing our dinner conversation in the living room. The lamb was completely gone when I went to put it away. We had a guest dog and three of our own and didn't know who to blame. Needless to say, the next day's farts made it clear that our large male lab, Max, was the culprit. I sure loved that dog. He is buried out under the Aspens probably remembering that special day in his life!