Dorothy Jane:

Dorothy (Dottie for short) is a 1 year old Jack Russell Terrier / Basset Hound Mix. We adopted her through the
Multiple Breed / Jack Russell Rescue in Elyria, Ohio.
They had a really cool place for the dogs with a great big fenced in area that looked a little something like this:
So. Many. Terriers!
Honestly, though, the terrier thing was pretty hard on both of us. It was like seeing a field full of almost-Dexters. Very heart-wrenching. One little guy in particular really did us in:
The one on the left. His name is Romeo and he’s still up for adoption if you’re interested in bringing a super fun lapdog into your lives. I can speak from experience here: Rat terriers are the best.
But we didn’t want a Rat Terrier this time. Because then the comparisons would be inevitable. They already sortof are. But we’re not going to be able to replace Dexter. He was too big a part of our lives and our story to even attempt that. Instead we needed to find a different type of dog that will fit our situation now:
Like me!
The hound in her means she’s a very different type of animal than we’re used to. She’s all nose:
Where’s the bunny. I smell a bunny.
Yes. Her ears are lopsided. I have a feeling that's one of those Velveteen Rabbit things that once we love her will destroy us with the cute.
It already kindof does.
The big thing – the most important thing – is that our daughter loves her. The first time we met Dorothy she immediately went for her and licked her face. Giggles all around. The ride home was hilarious, too…
SEE! DOGGIE!
Where did my doggie go?! BRING BACK MY DOGGIE!!!!
Ooooh there’s my doggie. Want a hairclip?
She won Matt over, too:
Let’s just walk awhile and get to know each other before we make any decisions…
I kindof get the feeling that she’s going to be his dog. She definitely thinks he’s the alpha in our little herd.
She’s such a chill dog. Perfect for a family. I love this series of pictures where Dorothy is in exactly the same place while the little girl is all flailing about:

This is my doggie.

I be nice to doggie.

Pet Pet Pet.
Her backstory is that she was a puppy in a household with two other dogs. One of the dogs beat up on her. So she wound up in the pound. Luckily she’s awesome and the people at the pound loved her. So she stayed alive long past her time. Then she was rescued which lead her to us. Her only apparent issue from her past is that she’s a bit skittish around her food. If you get near her when she’s eating she RUNS AWAY GAH GAH GAH. But I’m sure she’ll get over that now that she’s an only dog.
So far what we know about her is that she’s super playful – but not obnoxious. She’s very agile for being so squat. You wouldn’t think it to look at her but she’s got mad hops. Definitely half terrier. She loves playing fetch with either a stick or a tennis ball. She disembowels stuffed things fairly quickly:
And she’s incredibly food motivated:
What. The kid wasn’t eating her breakfast so I thought I’d try to sneak in her place.
Also she matches our child.

Yeah. I know that I unconsciously match myself to the kid pretty frequently – I’ve been doing it since the beginning and I’ve finally just accepted that I’m a color driven person. Some days I feel like purple, others green or whatever so we both end up in that color. I didn’t think that extended to matching our pet to our child, though:
Yay Redheads!!!
We are going to be the best of friends.
I think we’ve found our dog.