Just when we thought we were having about as much fun as we could imagine with one Jack Russell Terrier, our friends, Doc (the local vet) and his wife Patty, thought Kramer needed a playmate.
Patty had done some dog-sitting for a friend's JRT who was in the family way. When the puppies were born, her friend insisted that Doc and Patty should have their pick of puppies. Since they couldn't decide, they picked three. Of course, we had no idea that one of their picks was for us.
I'll never forget that day. It was my turn to open the video store, another hot August day, the height of tourist season. Patty walked in and said, "Surprise!" My mouth dropped open when she held up the tiniest white bundle with brown ears and a brown patch over one eye. "This is Kramer's new friend!"
I was, well, kind of speechless. Only three years earlier, Randy and I had gone to look at a JRT puppy, but only to look...and here we were, proud parents of Kramer. Life had never been the same--in a good way, of course. But two dogs? Were we a two-dog family?
"Oh, he's adorable," I told Patty. And he was...but this was a rather unexpected surprise. Besides, another JRT was definitely not in the budget. "I don't think we can afford him."
"Oh, that's no problem," Patty crooned. "He's free for being Kramer's brother!"
I tried to protest, but Patty wouldn't have any of it. I had learned you really couldn't argue with this most generous friend.
"I should really talk to Randy," I countered.
"Oh, I've already visited Randy," Patty explained. Randy later told me that Patty and the pup had found him just after he came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around him.
"What do you think?" I asked Randy weakly. "He's free--can you believe that?"
Well, we couldn't believe it. How can one say no to a free dog? It's like the adage, don't look a gift horse in the mouth--or some such thing.
As you've probably guessed, we couldn't say no to the second JRT who came into our lives. Word got around town that we had a new attraction at Silver Star Video. We launched a "name the puppy" contest and our customers provided a wide array of ideas: Lucky, Bilbo Baggins, Grommit...but the name that stuck was on more than one entry stuffed into the box...Kosmo.
"That's it!" Randy and I both agreed. "It's the perfect name for him."
Little did we know what we were in for when we adopted Kosmo. Unlike his older brother, Kramer, who seemed to defy some of the JRT characteristics, Kosmo was textbook Jack Russell. He practically bounced off the walls. I constructed barriers out of furniture and luggage to keep him in the uncarpeted kitchen and dining room. No problem for that little guy. He climbed up and over the barricades. What a fun game!
Kosmo could care less about becoming housebroken. When Kramer was a puppy, he had one or two accidents inside and that was it. At 18 months, I began to wonder if Kosmo had a serious bladder problem. No...he was too busy exploring his surroundings to even slow down long enough to pee in one place. He would tinkle while walking across the carpet, not missing a beat to the strange drum he marched to.
Patty would ask how we were doing with Kosmo. "You can always give him back to us if he's too much trouble." Trouble? We had only begun to discover what that could mean--even if he was a free dog. We considered Patty's offer on more than one occasion!
For six years, we have been a two-dog family. I wouldn't have it any other way. Kramer and Kosmo have provided us with more entertainment and adventures than we could have possibly imagined. Stay tuned for more of "Kamikaze" (the vet's office nickname) Kosmo's wild and crazy chronicles.
Deb, Dog Mom
Patty had done some dog-sitting for a friend's JRT who was in the family way. When the puppies were born, her friend insisted that Doc and Patty should have their pick of puppies. Since they couldn't decide, they picked three. Of course, we had no idea that one of their picks was for us.
I'll never forget that day. It was my turn to open the video store, another hot August day, the height of tourist season. Patty walked in and said, "Surprise!" My mouth dropped open when she held up the tiniest white bundle with brown ears and a brown patch over one eye. "This is Kramer's new friend!"
I was, well, kind of speechless. Only three years earlier, Randy and I had gone to look at a JRT puppy, but only to look...and here we were, proud parents of Kramer. Life had never been the same--in a good way, of course. But two dogs? Were we a two-dog family?
"Oh, he's adorable," I told Patty. And he was...but this was a rather unexpected surprise. Besides, another JRT was definitely not in the budget. "I don't think we can afford him."
"Oh, that's no problem," Patty crooned. "He's free for being Kramer's brother!"
I tried to protest, but Patty wouldn't have any of it. I had learned you really couldn't argue with this most generous friend.
"I should really talk to Randy," I countered.
"Oh, I've already visited Randy," Patty explained. Randy later told me that Patty and the pup had found him just after he came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around him.
"What do you think?" I asked Randy weakly. "He's free--can you believe that?"
Well, we couldn't believe it. How can one say no to a free dog? It's like the adage, don't look a gift horse in the mouth--or some such thing.
As you've probably guessed, we couldn't say no to the second JRT who came into our lives. Word got around town that we had a new attraction at Silver Star Video. We launched a "name the puppy" contest and our customers provided a wide array of ideas: Lucky, Bilbo Baggins, Grommit...but the name that stuck was on more than one entry stuffed into the box...Kosmo.
"That's it!" Randy and I both agreed. "It's the perfect name for him."
Little did we know what we were in for when we adopted Kosmo. Unlike his older brother, Kramer, who seemed to defy some of the JRT characteristics, Kosmo was textbook Jack Russell. He practically bounced off the walls. I constructed barriers out of furniture and luggage to keep him in the uncarpeted kitchen and dining room. No problem for that little guy. He climbed up and over the barricades. What a fun game!
Kosmo could care less about becoming housebroken. When Kramer was a puppy, he had one or two accidents inside and that was it. At 18 months, I began to wonder if Kosmo had a serious bladder problem. No...he was too busy exploring his surroundings to even slow down long enough to pee in one place. He would tinkle while walking across the carpet, not missing a beat to the strange drum he marched to.
Patty would ask how we were doing with Kosmo. "You can always give him back to us if he's too much trouble." Trouble? We had only begun to discover what that could mean--even if he was a free dog. We considered Patty's offer on more than one occasion!
For six years, we have been a two-dog family. I wouldn't have it any other way. Kramer and Kosmo have provided us with more entertainment and adventures than we could have possibly imagined. Stay tuned for more of "Kamikaze" (the vet's office nickname) Kosmo's wild and crazy chronicles.
Deb, Dog Mom
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