I used to be a clean freak (house and car), hating dust, washing and vacuuming my car every other weekend. I used to be obsessed about crystal clear glasses, ironed clothes and being always in time for meetings. As you see I talk about how I used to be… this was before having Taylor. Taylor is a premature born JRT and when I droved her home in Arizona, on a rainy day, I thought I transport gold and diamonds from California. She was an 11 weeks little lady, full of energy and joy. Her energy overwhelmed me. In the first couple of weeks almost three times a day (using up all my 1,000/month cell phone minutes) I called Taylor’s breeder to ask her what to do? Then my little treasure got sick, she became very picky then stopped eating. I took her in the bed to be able to monitor her sickness… Some antibiotics and vitamins from Dr. Tye helped her come back to normal. Of course she does not sleep anymore in her crate since then, she hates crates. Taylor was unexpectedly full of energy (at least more than I expected!). In the first month I lost 10Lbs (ladies there is no other recipe than running around a JRT and forgetting to eat). Taylor was growing nice but was a real challenge to handle. My calls were reduced to one per day … and slowly Sha became my foster mother not only Taylor’s breeder. I could not ask from God better gifts than my little precious Taylor and a foster Mom! Taylor is my “child” and a spoiled one! And worse, she knows that. Taylor started puppy classes at 5 months of age and when she graduated the trainer said that Taylor cannot go to the next level “she needs to work more on her behavior before that”… I never thought I can feel as if my child was rejected! We did not give up and went to another training course, where Taylor did a little better (then she was 7 months old). Home she enjoyed her cardboard tunnel which was growing longer with every box I brought home. She discovered with great enthusiasm JRT trials where she got her first blue ribbons in go-to-ground, and was second in racing. She loves running for bunnies, chasing birds, or cats. Most of all she loves running on the desert paths where she can see cactus, bushes, bunnies, birds and sometimes coyotes. My life revolves around Taylor. My house is not spotless anymore (is Taylor’s toys land). My car is all dusty, and white hair blows all over the house, car, and on my clothes. Sometimes my glasses look like windshields after a stormy rain (it’s only Taylor’s kisses). Many times I am late to meetings (leaving in the last minute to be longer with Taylor). I can miss an appointment but never a walk or a run with Taylor! I still spoil her (bad habit!). When she was10 moths of age with 11 ¼ “ and 9Lbs she won more blue ribbons (still her favorite go-to-ground). In her third obedience class Taylor is much better, slowly but steadily making progress. She is the sweetest dog in the class and everyone praises her for her cute looks. Now we go to agility classes. Far from being a conformation dog, Taylor has a cute and happy face that makes everyone love her. Luckily there are no JRT people in her class; no one knows conformation JRT rules so she is perfect and cute. She is very loving and attached to her Mom (and vice versa). She loves to sleep very close to me, and sometimes is pushing me from the bed and growling if I dare to move her. Taylor eats now everything, but her favorites are chicken breast and ice cream. The coolest bumper sticker reads: “Happiness is being owned by a Jack Russell Terrier.” Nothing closer to the reality.