Having turned down the offer of a perfectly good lurcher, called Fiona, this wee beast has descended on us. His name is Max and hes a broken haired Jack Russell... His previous owner wasn't really keen, he's lived outside all his life in a kennel, and was destined for the pound.
After a noisy introduction to the other dogs, he's settled down into just shouting at them when they look at him rather than all the time.
Hes a very sweet wee dog, and is totally delighted to discover that hes come to live in a house, with other people, and gets to sleep in the bed. At least he doesn't take up too much room...
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