Jack Russell Terrier

A day in the life of "Tilly"

My eyes widen as my beloved human slides the giant see-through door open and to my sweet relief, I’m released into the bright rolling landscapes of the space they call the backyard! The rich, earthy smells envelope my senses and I bee-line for the most tempting prospect of all; my buried bone. Paws pounding the soft grass, I nearly stumble, fall and roll over myself. I hear my human laughing in the distance, but I’m too excited to feel embarrassed.

I get up and finally run to reach the spot under the shady tree on the far side of the yard that hides my bone. It’s the perfect spot; far away from pesky interlopers that may be after it. And by that, I mean my golden retriever housemate Daisy. 

Nose to the soil, I begin to dig. As I sift, the scent gets stronger and stronger. I hit something, and eureka! I found my bone! I clamp my teeth down and extract it.

Prancing and strutting, I carry the bone in my mouth. Gosh, it’s heavy – but that won’t stop me! What might stop me, however, is Daisy. I see her lumbering, fluffy form trotting towards me and I know what she’s thinking. This is my bone, Daisy! My proud prance breaks into a sprint to escape her. I nearly crash into the fence when I realise, she’s not behind me anymore. Where did she go? I turn around, bone secured to see my human throwing Daisy’s favourite ball. I drop my bone on the ground and let out a high-pitched yap. I’ll bury it later, I’ve got a ball to catch!