The reason I wanted to live with a Jack Russell was, in my mind, they have what I lack as well as my best qualities. I am Terrier in my doggy persistence, my willfulness. What I lack is a sense of the rightness, the very correctness of aggravation. I can be soooo reasonable, gaggingly so. Patience is a virtue only when it has an endpoint. With no stop too much patience is enabling or just not engaged. What I love about Liam is he shows me what aggravation looks like. It is Liam throwing himself at Jules’ throat while I’m trying to get them ready for a walk. It is Liam grabbing the leash in his mouth and running out the door with it as I am trying to put it on Guinnie. It is Liam hovering by the cat food next to my sink as I’m brushing my teeth, creeping closer and closer with his neck pulled in close, so that in the moment of my bending over the sink all he has to do is silently stretch his neck into the dish. By the time – seconds – I am in a position to look, the dish is clean.
The other side of us, Liam and me, is that he matches most particularly my dogged lovingness, my steadfast, always there curl up. I like having a mate that way. He is my True Companion. Always ready, a little pushy about it in case I want to be reassured, his heart is wide open. Mine too.