guzzo
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I am sure some of you would have had the pleasure of being friends with a Jack Russell Terrier and would relate to this Guzzo’s Thursday night rant.
Quite a few years ago I bought a little white and tan ball of fuzz I named Oscar, at that time I needed a loyal friend and he was it.
Anyhow Oscar and I went everywhere together; fishing was our favourite thing…sometimes in our boat and other times off the bank or bridge.
I had an old Hilux my friends named the Yellow Peril and it was Oscar’s (and my ) home away from home.
He was a crazy animal without fear and he had such a fun loving attitude for life…many a time he nearly got me gored by a pig or stomped by a buffalo or eaten by a croc when he jumped out of the boat and chased them without fear. I of course was always running after him (mostly through croc infested places)
I took a lot of time to train him to stop attacking my fish too when I would be lucky enough to catch one haha.
The one drawback was he liked to wander and when we moved to the bush he used to love the open spaces behind our block…which is frequented by dingo’s….one day he never came back so I can only imagine what happened….I know he would have put up a fight though but it does make me sad.
Anyhow …as I open another Thursday Night beer and remember the good times I propose a toast to Oscar and to all those that have the joy of being friends with a Jack Russell.
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Quite a few years ago I bought a little white and tan ball of fuzz I named Oscar, at that time I needed a loyal friend and he was it.
Anyhow Oscar and I went everywhere together; fishing was our favourite thing…sometimes in our boat and other times off the bank or bridge.
I had an old Hilux my friends named the Yellow Peril and it was Oscar’s (and my ) home away from home.
He was a crazy animal without fear and he had such a fun loving attitude for life…many a time he nearly got me gored by a pig or stomped by a buffalo or eaten by a croc when he jumped out of the boat and chased them without fear. I of course was always running after him (mostly through croc infested places)
I took a lot of time to train him to stop attacking my fish too when I would be lucky enough to catch one haha.
The one drawback was he liked to wander and when we moved to the bush he used to love the open spaces behind our block…which is frequented by dingo’s….one day he never came back so I can only imagine what happened….I know he would have put up a fight though but it does make me sad.
Anyhow …as I open another Thursday Night beer and remember the good times I propose a toast to Oscar and to all those that have the joy of being friends with a Jack Russell.
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he also loved the boat and fishing/toyota. I was managing a tourist concern in the Gulf at the time and he was a favorite with all the guests too 
