Who is Eddie, and why does he hate you?

I figured that since Eddie is featured in the name of this blog, it was only fair to introduce him to you all.

So, meet Eddie.

Eddie was originally part of a duo. He has a little brother, Mack. We got them as pure bred Jack Russell's, only their genes somehow didn't get the message and grew Eddie's legs an extra few inches.

Jack Russell my ass.

Anyway, as I mentioned, Eddie and Mack were a mischievous pair who were reluctantly separated after a series of events which involved several holidays to the pound after being escorted in five star style by the friendly man from the council.

At least they charged as though they were five star. Jerks.

So after much discussion (which may or may not have involved a lot of me, crying and screaming, to Adam on the phone whilst he was at work because they had escaped, dug holes, killed things or got dog hair on me) we had to make the sad decision to adopt Mack out to someone else. 

Eddie on the first night Mack was gone

When your dogs start climbing trees to escape you - something has to be done.

It was done in the hope that the remaining dog would bond to us as a family, rather than run with the pack. I'm happy to say. It worked! Eddie stayed with us and Mack went to live in Broken Hill on a property (which, may I add is NOT a farm...we couldn't do that). He went to live with a work colleague of Adam's. 

Can I just say..we chose correctly. Mack has been a naughty, naughty boy. And may or may not have killed the neighbours cat. Enough said about that!

Eddie however, well, he's become a little bit less the 'farm' dog, and a little more of, well. This.

As much as the decision was hard to separate the two assholes brothers, it was the right decision to make. Eddie has been MUCH happier since he has become part of our family.

That is, until this week when he reunited himself with an old escape route discovered when his partner in crime was still here. Of course, Adam is not here. No. Because when Adam is here - we have angel dog. Best dog ever, apparently. Then Adam leaves for work. And satan dog arrives. Satan dog who HATES me. This week has resulted in my yard looking like this.

I thought a cactus in the path might deter him from stepping through. It seems to be working!

I keep waiting for an old man with a paper bag in one hand and a extra piece of tin under his arm to move in to my backyard, mistaking it for the local humpy. But people, this is what happens when I am forced to use half the contents of Adam's bin shed to block up holes that my, rather intelligent but hateful, dog manages to get through. 

He has even been in detention today while I was at uni.

Nose. Funny.

But look at this face. It's the worst part of being an animal hater challenged person who ends up with a dog. You  love him. You can't help it. And he has to stay. Even if he can climb trees.