Jack

His name was Jack . Jack Russell to be exact . He was short and stout , muscular, spotted and hung like a bull dog . Quite obviously not neutered . You had to notice him right away . He was just one those short little dogs that made you wonder how they even walked carrying that heavy weight between their back legs . He marched in like he owned the room . He had a black leather muzzle over his snout and we wondered if he was into a little S & M on the side ... schutzhund & milkbone . His owners clarified the fact that Jack was a consistent biter of both people and pets and he was there for a little socialization and turnaround . There were a few cutesy wootsy poodles in the class that were impressed by the tough guy in black leather. Karma got a little fidgety . She knew it was the final day of her fertility cycle and her last chance to give me grandpuppies . I knew that people loved Cockapoos and Labradoodles but what would I do with eight squirming German Jacks ? How could I find good homes for puppies in leather chaps ? No way . Karma knew I was serious on this point . As the class ended I could have sworn she woofed under her doggy breath that I was ruining her romantic life and that size should never matter . Whatever.