Scarlet causes ructions when people walk past the house. She's picky about who she will bark at - the fat guy that walks at a moderate pace (while smoking a ciggie) doesn't rate a bark; the woman who walks her boxer each morning and evening rates full blown alerts.
So, yesterday evening when I heard Ms Scarlet barking up a storm I didn't pay too much attention. Then I heard "hello? hello?"
Standing at the end of the driveway were 4 little kids, the youngest a girl about 2 - all of them cute as buttons.
The Older Brother said to me - "she wants to pet the dog" - pointing to the 2 year old.
So I brought Scarlet out to meet the kids.
As they were being introduced, Older Brother asked me, in all seriousness "What kind of dog is she? Is she a Russell Crowe? Because my friend has a Russell Crowe and his dog looks just like this one. Only the colour is different."
me: Do you mean a Jack Russell?
Older Brother: Yeah! A Russell Crowe!
me: No. A Jack Russell.
Older Brother: Yeah! I always get them mixed up.
Yeah kid, me too.
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