One thing I love about Jack Russell Terriers is there tough as nails attitude. I mean nothing will deter them. NOTHING! Take for example Charlotte's missing eyebrows in the above photo. That was due to this little guy in the bottom photo. That is a groundhog. The photo was not cropped....I was close. And not by choice.
Check out those big honkin' teeth. They chatter them together when under attack. I'll assure you that does not make a Jack Russell scared. Quite the opposite. It creates an uncontrollable blood lust in them.
I love tough. I do. But I wish you could teach a Jack the difference between tough and fool hardy. By the time I located Charlotte, went back to the garage for a shovel and pair of sharp lopers to cut undergrowth. Over to the Sugar Shack for boots, a long sleeve shirt, and gloves. And hacked my way into the old fence row and mess on the property border...she was in a fine frenzy. The Groundhog was chattering for all it was worth. Charlotte was bleeding profusely from the mouth where she was bit on the tongue. Not to even mention the abrasions from above the eyes.
Charlotte's on the mend. The Groundhog? Well he definitely didn't die that day. The hole he was working on is abandoned. I'm not sure if he will come back to finish it. Maybe once the path I had to cut is filled back in. But the Groundhog thought he won. You should have heard the ungodly sound he made when I finally grabbed onto Charlotte and pulled her out of the brambles. It was like a victory cry. I ways rollin' my eyes thinkin' he should be thankin' me for savin' his cotton pickin' lil' life.