Meant to Last

 

Jack Russell Parson was an only child now at the age of five.  Jack loved playing outdoors on his family's large acre lot.  

He loved to kick a soccer ball back and forth with his dad.  He loved learning how to play tennis.  He was often lifted up to toss a basketball in the hoop.  The summer season was Jack's favorite because he could play in the little league (and prove that he may someday play in the major league).

There was just one thing missing in Jack Russell Parson's life.  You see, Jack loved dogs of nearly any breed.  Yet, he h0ped to someday adopt a dog as active as him.

On one warm summer Saturday, Jack was playing catch with his dad.  His dad quickly glanced at his wife's car pulling into the driveway with something very exciting moving mysteriously in the backseat.  

"Daddy, what are you looking at?"

Jack followed his dad's gaze to see a dog racing toward him, ready to play and ready to explore his new home.

"You got me a dog?!"

"Yep!" exclaimed his mom and dad at the same time.

"Do you know what breed this dog is, son?"

"Um, a Terrier?"

"Yes, but do you know which kind of Terrier?"

Jack frowned in frustration that he did not know.

"Jack Russell Parson, meet your new pup - a boy Jack Russell Terrier known also as a Parson Terrier."

"Hey!  That's my name!  Mommy!  Daddy!  Can I keep playing outside, with him?"

His mom, dad, and new pup looked to him in an of course you can tone.  Before the new pup eagerly waited to play with his new buddy, he needed a name.

"What would be a good name for him, son?" asked his dad.

Hmm, Jack thought to himself.  And then he knew -

"Jack Russell Parson!"

"That's your name, silly!" exclaimed his mom.

"I know, but his type of dog already has a good name.  So...Jack Russell Parson.  Please?"

...And they were off.  From one Jack Russell Parson to another, their bond clearly was meant to last.