It was almost 30 years ago that I met my husband.  I drove an MGB sports car and he loved Morris Minors.  Add them together, and all things British are very cool.  So, it would not surprise you that for the last fifteen years we parented a Jack Russell couple named Rusty and Lulu.  We have been involved with Rescue from the very beginning.  My husband favored Great Danes and no one can explain what it is like to live with five of them, even for a short while.


















After my husband was able to prove dominance over this willful dog, they were practically inseparable.  He would take Rusty to the coffee shop. Rusty would sit in his own chair and his favorite trick on command was to show his teeth with a vicious smile.  You know how people that don’t have dogs are always coming up and rubbing their hands in your dog’s face without permission?  They didn’t do that with Rusty.


Sometimes they say that no good deed goes unpunished.  Such is the case with a Jack Russell female that we had rescued from a lady who lost her home in the Hollywood Hills.  We called her Lilly of the Fields after my father’s personal friend, Sidney Poitier.  Lulu, Rusty’s wife, was getting on in years, but she was as mean as the day she was born and defended her territory at all times.  A fight that we did not witness thank god, we found Lulu passed on in our backyard and Lilly nowhere to be found.  However, we could figure out what happened.  Lulu gave her life to defend her ground and Lilly, being a rescue, did the only thing a terrier could do.


Destiny has always brought our dogs to us.  Rusty, on in years, and Lilly, someone else’s dog originally, we were waiting for the next member of our canine family to come.  No matter how hard we wished it, we couldn’t attract one.  As much as we dislike pet store animals, not knowing where these dogs come from; puppy mills or otherwise, we were in Santa Monica Christmas time and came across a pet store that we had not visited in a decade.  It was full of Christmas puppies, and sometime around the New Year, we decided to go back and see how many of the puppies that were for sale, had been sold over Christmas.  A lot of them were still there, and to be honest, a little red Pomeranian caught my husband’s eye.


Since I was working, my husband and son kept going back to visit, and as it turned out, one of the dogs that was previously for sale for $1800.00, was now $300.  Whereas the Pomeranian was snobby and reserved, this Wire Fox Terrier immediately fell in love with our son.  The only thing I knew about fox terriers was Asta from the movie The Thin Man.  I was worried about how the two different terriers would get along.
















I have seen jealousy in my day but none greater than displayed by female terriers.  Rusty was too old to care and in fact, shortly after we did get Foxy, Rusty died at 14 of old age in our backyard on a starry night.  However, in his defense, one of his last acts was to bite my hand.  My husband looked at Rusty and asked him why did he do that and he answered telepathically a bond only my husband had with him that “I didn’t want Fern to forget me but I didn’t want her to miss me either”.  I had to believe my husband because you just can’t make up stuff like that.


Like Friday night wrestling, we have Foxy, the Wire Fox Terrier, feral, youthful and enthusiastic and Lilly, 10 years old, matronly, a drama queen but tough as nails. Ding, ding, ding, ding……


Never have we seen two dogs lock on to each other in the clutch of death.  This event was happening with more frequency and we were worried that one of them had to go.  We have a plastic bat which we would use to pry them apart but this stopped working.  In short of knocking them both unconscious, there was no way to get them to stop.  We started watching them carefully.  Everything would seem fine and then something would trigger one of them into an attack.  Once locked on, they would not let go of each other for any reason.  The trigger: jealousy.  Show either one of them favor and the “green eyed monster” would rear its ugly head and the battle was afoot.





























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Where Danes are gentle giants, Jack Russell’s are tenacious terriers.  We loved all our animals which included Angora rabbits, Macaws, Lories, two white German Shepherds, father and son and a pygmy goat named Buster.  Rusty, even at 8 weeks was very smart.  Sired in the bad lands of Little Rock, California, at a desert home where the breeder believed in shock collars, she warned us not to buy this dog because of our 3 year old son, Austin.

When we found out our soon to be Foxy had been in that pet shop for six months, and had turned a year the 26th of December 2007 (our anniversary) we felt that she was fated to us.


Life began to change as soon as Foxy came home with us.  There were three dogs and three of us and Foxy got all the attention.  Rusty was getting older and sicker and Lilly, our drama queen, just did not like the whole situation at all.  In fact it was this terrier rivalry that led me to the Fox Terrier Network and Pam and Phyllis.  Can’t we just all get along?

We are very careful who gets what attention and we never show one favor while criticizing the other.  Things seem to have settled in and, as long as we give Lilly equal rights, Foxy can be the top dog.  Foxy has come at a most auspicious time for us, as we suffer teenage neglect from our son, Foxy has stepped in to fill any vacancy where attention exists.  We actually can make it to the coffee shop in the car without her getting car sick.  That is a great improvement and she has learned to roll over on her back and utter these most incredible words, “I am your insignificant worm oh omnipotent master” which only my husband and I can hear.

“Foxy The Fox Terrier”


Randolph Williams & Fern Baum