This is Milly. Apologies about her nails, I try my best to keep on top of them but she hates her feet being touched.
She's a 9 year old Jack Russel cross Whippet, aka lurcher. She's been with me since she was about a year old, after someone witnessed a pair of thugs beating her up.
She had none of her basic training, so I had to start from scratch, from house training and leash training to Find My Keys/Socks/Gloves. In fact, that's how I got the pic of her with the POTM card - she saw something in front of her and knew there was a chance of a treat if she targeted it with her paw. She also knows Spin, Other Way, Touch (nose to Palm), Paw, Other Paw, Follow Me, Leave it/OK, Go Get it, Find It, Back (walk backwards) Follow me (I walk backwards, Milly forward), Circle (around me). Up and Peek-a-boo.
Milly's a massive foodie. She'll sell her soul for the tiniest morsel. I have a baby gate on the kitchen door because otherwise she'll be in there, counter surfing and helping herself to a whole load of bread, or anything else she can get her teeth into.
She loves sprinting the length of the living room, and playing a game of Fetch with me. Her idea of Fetch, that is. Not mine. More often than not, it's me who has to go and fetch the ball/toy.
I'm daft enough to give in to her, too.
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She can annoy the living crap out of me, but the thought of being apart from her, or her "sister" Honey, just leaves me feeling completely empty. They're my girls. And Milly's my eldest.