This is Jane.
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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.
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No place was exempt.
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And then, slowly, Jane got in touch with her inner puppy.
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She was no fluffy pillow sleeping agility dog. She was a TERRIER! Born to live on a farm. Born to dig holes.
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Born to kill mice. Born to stink!
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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.