I got Russell shortly after I lost Eddie. I thought since Charlie was getting on in years, I'd go ahead and get another male dog for Sophie to play with. Come to find out, a third dog was pretty much the straw that broke the camel's back. With terriers, one is definitely enough.
Lucky for me, my brother and sister-in-law fell in love with him the first time I went out to Colorado. I hadn't even considered adopting out Russell--I've always kept dogs their entire lives, so I assumed we'd just work through the issues. When we came back home, though, it became clear that an alternative might just be the best thing for all of us. Russell was having a hard time with housebreaking because there was just too much going on, and I was having a hard time giving three dogs the attention that they all needed, on top of working full time, working with the horses, working on the house...well, you know...working!
So I thought long and hard about what would be best. My sister-in-law grew up with a Jack Russell and I've never seen my brother go nuts over an animal like he did Russell. So, I asked them if they'd like to take a test run with him. They thought long and hard over the responsiblity, and I offered to take Russell back if things didn't go well. If I did take him back, he would have stayed here--this was an in-the-family adoption only. He's just too good of a dog to not have a good home.
Well, it all worked out great!
Russell has been with them for almost five months now already. I get pictures and reports and they seem to really enjoy him. His "issues" disappeared when he had the attention he needed (with TWO people to pay attention to him now!), and he even has a feline friend--Syd the kitty.
I love this picture that they sent me. I think Russell looks like he's doing "blue steel:"