After about the fourth time someone responded to my announcement of getting a miniature bull terrier by opening their eyes as wide as they could go, dropping their lower jaw to reveal a full gapping open hole and exclaiming..."you got a WHAT?" I began to think that perhaps not everyone was as overjoyed as I was about the new addition to my family. Ok, so I know they are not for everyone, but are they really that bad? I decided that I needed to share with the world (ok the one person who might read this) the real story about sharing your life with mini bullies.
Ch Rozzi's Little Jet (a.k.a Jet) arrived in Kitchener, via Sudbury on a cold day in March. After having her delivery delayed almost a week due to a snow storm, she was finally here. She bounded into the house (no not my house, just a lay by on the way home) after a 6 hour drive with a complete stranger and immediately took charge. So far, so good...no apparent fear issues or anxiety to deal with...check. Approached the standard poodles in the house...ok with other dogs...check (more on this later as I think she was just fooling me), hopped in my car, into crate and settled in for the hour or so ride back home...travels well...check. All the boxes were getting ticked and we hadn't even been together a day. Happy mom.
Skip forward one year and the true nature of Miss Jet (a.k.a. Peanut Butter, Jetty, Spike (that's my dad's), Midget) has been revealed. For the next few weeks I hope to catch everyone up on her adventures to current day...stay tuned
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