We had two conditions to meet for our new dog: firstly, it must be a Jack Russell, or a Jack Russell cross. And secondly, it must be from an animal shelter, as we wanted to give a homeless dog a home.
As you can imagine, it's fairly difficult to find a Jack Russell in a dog shelter. We scoured their websites for weeks, and even visited a couple of these shelters unsuccessfully. The dogs in these homes are mainly large dogs like mastiffs, which would not really suit us.
We finally found what we were looking for in a dog pound in the little town of York, about 100 km east of Perth. A quick phone call to confirm it was still available and off we went.
|York is WA's oldest inland town, established in 1835.|
What was different was his colouring, which was very un-Jack Russell like. He is a brindle with the streaks of black, which led the the pound calling him Little Tiger.
|The people in the middle car labelled "Dirty D" may not get accommodation in Settler's House, judging by their policy advertised.|
|Lunch at the local pub before picking up our little doggie.|
He appears to have gone past the destructive stage, knows how to use the doggie doors in our house (which is a huge plus) and also appears to have been house trained.
His new name? I'm calling him Ripper - Ripper the Jack.