Hi everydoggie! Mayzie here. I’m very much excited because I finally convinced my Most Awesome Brudder Ranger to write something for all of you. Okay, here he is. I hope you like what he has to say. Wiggles & Wags!
First, I would like to point out that the title of this post is not my idea. It is my mother’s. For some reason, she thought it was very funny and I agreed to it because she seemed so pleased with herself.
Second, I am doing this only ONE TIME to appease my annoying pushy goofy adorable little sister (sigh…happy now, mom?). Of course, if I receive positive feedback from adoring fans readers of this blog, I may consider doing it again.
Okay, ahem, on to my, quote, rant.
My rant for today is people who think they’re experts at dog breeds and insist upon calling me a Jack Russell. A JACK RUSSELL! Unbelievable. I mean, I understand there are some cosmetic similarities. But really, even a cat could tell the difference.
I believe I heard a collective gasp from the audience. I know, I know. The difference is stunning, is it not? How can humans not tell the difference? Note my regal bearing, how my ears are not ridiculously high on my head and how much more graceful my body structure is. Not to mention my obvious superior intelligence.
In addition, the Rat Terrier is almost a purely American dog, tracing our lineage back to America’s working farms. Jack Russells are from that hoity toity Great Britain place. (I have been asked to add: no offense to my sister’s hoity toity British friends.) We received our (rather dubious) name from the great president Teddy Roosevelt himself. Oh, YEAH! In your face, Jack Russells! Uh, I mean, we are very proud of this fact.
Finally, I would like to demand respectfully request that humans who can not tell the obvious difference between a Jack Russell and a Rat Terrier, to at least refrain from calling me “Jack.” Oh, boy, do they ever think they are clever. “Hey, Jack! How’s it going?” Yeah, buddy, very funny. Never heard THAT one before. Har har. But since we’re calling others what we think they look like, how’s about I call you Butt Crack? Yeah, not so funny now, is it?
Well, I guess my darling little sister was right. This IS kind of fun. Uh, but please don’t tell her I told you that. She’d never let me live it down.
Until next time, this is Ranger, wishing you goodbye and good biscuits.