Tales of Tully
I’ve decided to start a series of writings about our newest family member, Tully. It all started in the fall of 2008 when I decided that I really needed a Jack Russell in my life again. A good friend of my brother’s in Indiana raises Jacks and Beagles, so I gave him a call and made arrangements to go pick up our new bundle of joy. I told the Big Teddybear, that’s how my niece described him, that I wanted a short legged puppy and he said he had just the one for me.
Now, I might explain, we have had two other JRs in the past. Reggie, our first and the one that totally spoiled us, was the taller version and was a great hunter. Actually, he was such a great hunter that I learned very quickly to look before I stepped out the kitchen door. I’ve found ground hogs, rats, mice, moles, shrews and the like waiting for me when leaving the house, and maybe a few of the neighbor’s cats. Sorry! Oh, and then there was the occasional horse turd or two. He was a wonderful dog. He loved providing for his family. He had lots of energy, but was such an easily trained dog to be a JR. Like I said, he spoiled us. My Dad gave me a female for Christmas one year and she also was on the leggy side, was a loner and turned out to be my hubby’s dog. She would do anything for him. Unfortunately, we lost Reggie when he was 14 and George (I know, she was a girl) at 10. It had been a long time since we had been without a JR. These little guys grow on you and once you’ve had one around it’s hard to do without them.
OK, back to the bundle of joy. Big Teddybear emailed photos of a few of the ones he thought I’d be interested in and of course, when I saw the pictures I wanted them all. There was that little guy with the short legs and those big eyes, another little black and white one and then, there was this little fellow with the long shaggy hair around his mouth and a few straggly hairs hanging off the edges of his ears. He had tan and black markings and really different from any we had had before. He had these eyes that just looked right through you and there was that hair sticking up from the corners of each eye. He reminded me of a teenage boy that had just begun to grow a beard, sort of spotty, a few stray hairs here and there minus the pimples. No, I wanted that little short legged, tan and white guy, the one the Big Teddybear had told me about on the phone! Well, we arrived at the home of Big Teddybear and Mommabear and there was a gazillion puppies running around in the front yard of their home. There was Mommabear right in the middle of all of them. I knew that those puppies had been given lots of TLC. Well, I watched and played, played and watched and the more I played and watched, the more I liked the one with the shaggy hair. We’d never had a broken coat JR before, never had one with tan and black markings. OK, it’s getting late and I have to make up my mind. I take both the little guy and the one going into early puberty out by themselves. Who has the most outgoing personality, the guts, the attitude. The winner is – the teenager! Dear Lord, I’d raised two boys, gone through male puberty twice, actually three time, I started going with my hubby when I was 14 and he was 15 – hadn’t I been through this enough in my lifetime?? No, I wanted guts, fortitude, that go-for-it attitude, that football player mentality, that give it to me or I’ll take it from you state-of-mind, that OOOH-RAH tenacity, that Marine Corps fortitude – I wanted the teenager – and I got him. Like I said earlier, we had leave so Big Teddybear could have some supper and Mommabear could go sit back in the recliner and let those cute little cuddly puppies give her puppy kisses – she needed puppy kisses, she’d been cooped up in a classroom full of punks all day and needed some downtime. Slurp, slurp!
The week before going to Indiana to pick up our new bundle of joywas spent researching Irish dog names of the internet. I wanted Irish, something different and something with a meaning to it. I wanted something really different, oh, did I say that before? The name that I kept coming back to was Tully. Yeah, I know, you’re saying the same thing that everyone else says, What? Telly? No, T-U-L-L-Y, Tully. Meaning, “RULER OF THE PEOPLE”! What was I thinking? I was caught up in the moment. I have no other excuse!
Finally, the decision was made and it was a good one, but there are times when I scratch my head and contemplate what it would be like to get up in the middle of the night and not step on the kong with slobbery peanut butter oozing out the end of it, or trip over a giraffe named Gerry that is still a little on the wet side from a slobbery game of fetch or step on the rubber moose that we nicknamed Sarah (you know, Sarah Palin, moose hunting, etc). I can see that you are rolling your eyes, so it’s time to relieve you of this misery for now. Here are a few photos of Tully, Ruler of the People, the pup with attitude, our peeing pooping, munching on the chair leg, bundle of joy.
Does this look like attitude to you?
My first hole! Practise makes perfect.
Look at me, world! I’m big, I’m tough, I have attitude and guts……….
oh, I gotta pee!
to be continued…….”Tales of Tully”