This is Jane.
She's a Jack Russell Terrier. She came to our farm to watch her owner's border collie herd. But Jane isn't the watching kind of dog. She started to explore.
No place was exempt.
And then, slowly, Jane got in touch with her inner puppy.
She was no fluffy pillow sleeping agility dog. She was a TERRIER! Born to live on a farm. Born to dig holes.
Born to kill mice. Born to stink!
Ah, well... maybe that one went too far. I'm afraid the fun was short lived and a bath was waiting for her when she got home.
