Testing times...

Hey pals, some of you know that I've been back and forth at the vet again this week. I've been a bit under the weather and the vets are trying to figure it all out. I like to keep them on their toes. I've had the usual poking and prodding tests and on Thursday I had chest and bladder x-rays again. Trouble is, they were "inconclusive" so have been sent off to the specialists. I'll keep you posted as soon as I hear anything.

In the meantime, I thought I'd show you my latest feature film. Remember Eric's recent video with the solitaire game? He gave an oscar-winning performance. But you know me. Not one to play by the rules. Eric made it look too easy, so I thought I'd show you my approach. J1 calls it "Bull in a Chinashop". Make sure you turn up your volume for maximum enjoyment and carrot- crunching sound effects. Enjoy...

Calling all UK Fox Terriers....

...and anyone else wishing to attend a "meet and greet" with me, hehehe!

My new pal Sally is organising a Fox Terrier Fun Walk to be held at 11.00 on Sunday 19th April, Stanmer Park, Brighton.

Please visit Fox Terrier Rescue for more information and to register interest.

Pawtographs will be available on request.

Celebration time...Come on!

Today marks my second blogoversary, woo hoo! Can you believe that I've been blogging for two whole years? I think that if it's at all possible, I've even grown a tad more handsome during this time, what do you think?



A great big Jackson-sized thank you to all my lovely pals for your continued visits and comments. Here's to the next year and may it be filled with good times galore for all of us! Chin chin!

Foxy Lady

Listen up pals, there's another Foxy Lady on the blogging scene. Her name is Sally and she lives in the UK. Like me, she was rehomed by Fox Terrier Rescue and you can read her story here (scroll down past me).



Please visit her blog to bark hello and remember to tell her I sent you.

Paws off, I saw her first.

It was a Funny Old Day...

I was a bit grumpy this morning when I awoke to be faced with a garden full of snow. It's the thickest snow we've had in the South East of the UK for YEARS! As you know, I like my home comforts and I certainly didn't appreciate getting snow clumps stuck to my legs. The only good thing about today was that everything ground to a halt and people were all cheerful and stuff. There were no buses or trains in our neck of the woods and the schools and universities were shut. J1 had an impromptu day off work, hurrah! When we went to the park it was full of students and school kids throwing snowballs. At least they knew better than to throw them at me, although J1 got one on the back of the head.

Here's a brief video of me barking at the people enjoying themselves:



Yes, I know. It doesn't look like that much snow, but the path I'm walking on had all been trampled. In my garden it was so high it was up to my undercarriage so J2 made a snow dog. Later this afternoon I ate his nose.



Not sure how long this snow is planning on sticking around. Hope it's not too long...

Want a pawtograph?

At last, fame and fortune await! No, I haven't been signed up for the new Tintin film (Steven, I'm still available and waiting for your call!). But I AM the star of J1's latest Forever Foxed card:



I know this seems like yet another shameless plug but I was so excited to see my handsome old self on the card! You can read more about it here on J1's boring blog if you like, but don't feel obliged or anything.

Cuz and the Hairdryer

Hey pals, I know that some of you may have been wondering what I've been up to these past few weeks. Well, J1 bought me 2 new cuz toys, a medium and a large, and so I've been mostly eating, sorry, playing with them. J1 sawed the feet off them before she gave them to me to make the challenge of destroying them rather more difficult.

Here's a quick video of me taken this morning. I got rather wet on my walk and so J1 is drying me with the hairdryer while I'm working on my large cuz.

Nothing (not even the evil hairdryer) is going to interrupt my cuz-gnawing pleasure.




No rest for the wicked.