I’m Chomps, and I’m the ultimate Jack Russell.

I’m a happy little 6-year old boy, pure bred and rarin’ to go. I’m a broken coat Jack, so I’m a little scruffier than the other guys. But everywhere I go I’m a rock star.

I take my foster dude out for walks every day, and I’m very good at heeling. Being this awesome takes work so I keep in shape by winning the occasional lure course race and running in the park or by the lake. I’m fully house trained and I was top dog in Level 1 and Level 2 of obedience training. I also know tons of other commands such as “off”, “drop it”, “find it” and “get in your bed”.

I am HIGHLY motivated by treats and I respond very well to positive reinforcement. I’m a social guy and I play well with other dogs, and if you throw a ball for me I’ll fetch it until one of us drops. Then when we get home, I’ll probably steal one of your socks and sleep with it because it smells like you.

Life wasn’t always this good for me. I spent my first four years as a stud in a puppy mill, and I wasn’t let out of my cage very often. When the nice people rescued me, I wasn’t house trained, I didn’t know my name — I didn’t even know how to play. Foster dude keeps saying I’ve “come a long way”, whatever that means.

I have a very strong prey drive. In fact, I’m a full-on force of nature. As a result, I’m not a good fit for people with babies, very young children or small animals (such as cats). In a perfect world I would end up in either:

– a dog-savvy household with active masters who do not have (or plan on having) children, or

– a rural setting in need of a guard dog or hunter.

If you think we might be good buddies, send an email to craftycommunications@gmail.com and we can give it a try.