Well...I wanted a Jack Russell and told my brother so, and being as how he would fetch the moon for me if I asked him to, he set about finding Jack Russell breeders, and found one in Worcestershire, England, and set out on a wild and stormy night and searched and searched for the farm he had been told about. He woulnt give it up, it was a terrible night. He found the farm eventually and was directed into the barn, where just 3 pups were left.  He picked the only girl and brought me my little girl, who I named Titch, but was neve called that...always Chicken. That was 1993. I had 16 magic years with my little Chicken. My life was all about her, taking holidays with her, buying and cooking food just for her as she was a picky eater. She lived for trips to the beach and was worse than a child when she got on one. It was near impossible to get her off again. Chicken was the constant in my life and remained with my through all of hers. She was the gentle-ist of dogs and just loved to saunter along. For some reason, she had a thing about Yorkshire Terriers, always pulling to get to them and loving being around them...so....I went and bought her one.......his name is Eli,and is still with me...I will look after him..after all...he belonged to Chicken. Chicken got worse over the past year and was on much medication. On the anniversary of the falling of the twin towers, I had my little Chicken put to sleep, and the pain is bloody unbearable........x