I have a rat terrier. Looks like a Jack Russel with ears that stick out to the side. Because they are so small and their natural means of safety is running away, whenever they are nervous the adrenalin kicks in and when they can’t run, they shake. When mine sees a squirrel and I hold her, she shakes cause she wants to run after it. Natural reaction.
I had a rat terrier growing up. Great dog.
Was fearless of anything bigger than he was.
Was scared of anything smaller-go figure.
He lived to be 19 years old.
When we got him as a little pup, my sister wanted to name him “Phineas”. But my mother said, he’s lucky to be here, so he was named “Lucky”.
My father bought a 50 pound bag of Gravy Train. The dog took one whiff and walked away.
So my mother said, “Ok, you’ll eat what we eat and like it!”
And he did.Worked for him to live to such a ripe old age.
He loved the bones from the corner butcher with the marrow still in them. He would chew that for hours.
Was smart as a whip—I swear he could understand English.
Then again, he was a Manchester rat terrier.