My name is Reggie.  My birthday is around January 1st, 2004.  I was dumped in a shelter at Christmas, 2004, when I was 1 year old because I was "unruly".  I was a fox terrier puppy!  We're ALL unruly!  It's part of the job!

I was there until January 5, 2005 when the shelter contacted American Fox Terrier Rescue (www.foxterrierrescue.net) and my Mom asking if they could take me.  I had an eye infection that they couldn't clear up and they evidently didn't want to put any more work in me.  So it was rescue, or....

Mom came to get me and was surprised to see my big beautiful prick ears.  She called our wonderful vet, Dr. Judi, and asked her if she could see me and see what was going on.  As always she said sure - drop him off.  So that was my start in my life here.

Turns out I did not have an eye infection.  I had a condition called Entropian which involves the turning in of the edges of the eyelid so that the lashes rub against the eye surface.  It made my eyes watery and sore - but all the medication in the world wouldn't have fixed it.  I had to have surgery.  Dr. Judi called it an "eye lift"! You can see my pictures here.

I came home with Kathy after my surgery and met Tara, Hayley, Spike and Lola.  I had to be in a pen and keep a cone on my head to keep me safe from hurting my eyes.  I was o.k. with it and got used to the cone really fast.  I had drops in my eyes and really, it looked a lot worse than it was.

After I got my stitches out, I was able to hang out with everyone more.  I liked playing with Lola and Spike and I fell in love with Tara, just like everyone else!  Hayley never liked me much, but she didn't like anyone much!  As I continued to live here, they realized that I had some pretty big issues.  I was afraid of all kinds of noises.  When Dad would mow the lawn, I'd shake and pant.  And if he used the weed whacker, I was just terrified.  Storms and wind scared me, too.  Mom was very sad because she knew that someone had not been very nice to me in early life for me to be that scared of things like just the sound of a weed whacker.  I also have some anger control issues and am very defensive and quick to defend myself from what I consider a threat.  I don't like large, dark colored dogs and sometimes when Spike snaps at me I get so mad that fight back.  (Boy does that get me and Spike in trouble!!)  The dumbest thing I ever did was get in a fight with my other brother, Rebel, one day.  He kicked my ass in about 10 seconds and I had to get stitches.  I've never picked a fight with him since. 

My Mom took me to dog training in the spring of 2006 and that is where I met Chucki - who I fell madly in love with.  She is the dog trainer that my Mom loved to work with, and she always had GREAT treats for me!  I did really super good at obedience and I love it.  And I love Chucki.  Did you know she always had pieces of great stuff like hot dogs in her pocket???   I was second in my class in beginning obedience which I've heard is SUPER good for a terrier!  Everyone was proud of me.

So here I am.  Hanging out the crew, cuddling with my Mom, and liiving the good life.  I get to have chew bones.  I get to chase squirrels.  After a lot of work with my Mom and Dad, I'm not scared of the lawn mower or weed whacker anymore - although I stay in the house when Dad is out doing the lawn.  It's easier on me.  And I'm not as scared as I used to be about thunderstorms.  Don't get me wrong - I'm still scared, but Mom taught me that it's o.k. and that life goes on like normal even when it's thundering.  It's pretty nerve-wracking, but at least I don't hyperventillate anymore!