Find Ricochet: No Activity at the Feeding Station

Saturday, June 19, 2010

No Activity at the Feeding Station

Everything was as I left it last night. The food was still there. Ricochet wasn’t there. It’s an overwhelming feeling of exhausting desperation. I just want my baby back.

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RIKI'S STORY

"I first saw Ricochet when he was just a day old. At the barn where I worked, they bred Jack Russells. I was petting the puppies when the runt of the litter rolled over on his back, kicked his legs around and started making little squeaks. He was the size of a small potato, and I could wrap my hands around his tiny body.

A few weeks later he was laying on my chest when he opened his eyes, and I fed him his first soft food and his first kibble.

I took him home when he turned 8 weeks old. He was afraid at first, but he got used to sleeping in my bed. Since then Riki has been my constant and unwavering companion.

He goes with me to work and to school (he waits in the car, but some professors let him come to class). During camp, he follows the kids around and is always a good sport when the little girls want to put gel in his hair and paint his toenails pink. He runs around all day making trouble, he is a little terror. But when we're alone, he sits next to me on the couch and rests his head in my lap, I know I'm quite safe relying on him.

He loves vacations; the beach is his favorite. He likes to swim where it's shallow and bite the waves when they roll up to him. He learned how to ride a pony, sitting in the saddle in front of me. He loves to chase the farms chickens and rabbits, making a complete nuisance of himself. (What kind of a Jack Russell would he be if he didn't?)

He is gentle, loving, kind, bold and loyal. He has a big dog personality in a small dog body. He has always been willing to protect me from any stranger he thought was threatening.

I miss Ricochet every second he is gone.

Amy"

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Saturday, June 19, 2010

No Activity at the Feeding Station

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