When I was a youngster my father brought home a little poodle cross sky terrier, he had taken it off a bloke who was beating it in the pub. To say I was gutted was a massive under statement as I had been pleading to have a Jack Russell. All my mates had Jack Russell's or Fox Terriers, my father told me just him take him out and try it. Well I did take him out hoping none of my mates would see me, got to say the little fella took to it like a duck to water soon started marking in and flushing rabbits. After tilling up I could sit him one side of hedge I would sand on top of the hedge, he was go