Jackie the Jack Russell was a very strange creature, since her love of food had affected her life significantly. Jackie ate everything around, no matter what it was. She would eat the sofa on one day, and then the carpet the next. She was a very strange Jack Russell indeed. But, her owners Mr & Mrs White were totally oblivious to this, since Jackie did the abnormal things when Mr & Mrs White were not around and hence the reason why she was carrying quite a lot of weight around with her. Jackie the Jack Russell would soon end up weighing so much that Mr & Mrs White would have to take her to the vet to get her checked out, to make sure she had no tumour or something like that.
But the vet would just inform them that Jackie had been eating things when they were out, which sometimes made Mr & Mrs White annoyed. But, like what was mentioned earlier, Mr & Mrs White were oblivious to her abnormal antics, since they just assumed that she was acting like a normal dog, but the truth is, she wasn't. She was a very, very, strange dog indeed.
A special dog.
She was a dog like no-other.
And her name was Jackie.
Jackie the Jack Russell.
Mr & Mrs White had a son called Shaun, who played with Jackie a lot of the time and would stop her if she got up to anything suspicious. But, even he, who was best friends with Jackie, was unable to notice any abnormal behaviour occurring.
It was Monday morning, and January; Mrs White had just come down the stairs from her bedroom. She was sneezing and wheezing, because she was very ill indeed. Mrs White, whose first name was Mary, had contracted the flu. She had never stopped sneezing when contracted it a few days back, and it really upset Mr White, whose first name is Dave.
"Oh Dave, I don't know how long I am going to keep this up, the bills keep on rising, and I'm on ill leave from work," cried Mary.
"I wish you could keep up, because look at me, I'm working non-stop all day Mary, all because of that stupid flu," said Dave.
"Well, what do you want me too do about that?" asked Mary. "I can't stop it from happening!" she screamed.
Shaun crept in with Jackie snuggled into his hands, he had to carry her all the way from the top of the garden, which was 5 metres long.
"What's wrong Mum?" questioned Shaun, with a concerned look on his face.
"Oh nothing dear, just go back to playing with Jackie in the other room," stated Mary.
"Are you sure Mum?" asked Shaun.
"Yes, I'm sure dear, off you go!"
Mary gently pushed Shaun into the other room with Jackie, and even Jackie acknowledged what was going on, from the expressions on the humans' faces and their tone of voice.
"Oh dear Jackie, I really don't know what's up with Mum and Dad," said Shaun, looking into the dog's eyes.
Jackie whined, and then took her position on Shaun's lap. Shaun beamed at Jackie, and noted that ever so slightly, Jackie started to beam back.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Mary was sitting down on a chair with her Laptop in front of her on the brown, tree type table. It gleamed from all the times Mary had spent cleaning it. Mary was a good cleaner, since she is used to cleaning her mother's place now and then, and knew that a clean house is a good impression. Mary was consistently sneezing and wheezing, whilst looking at her emails, since she always looked at her emails.
Suddenly, the door bell rang.
Jackie started Barking loudly and rushed into the sitting room, she liked looking through the glass, stained window that kept her back from the porch where the front door was based. Jackie peered through the class, and could just about make out a figure of a man, although, since she only see's black and white, it's only a silhouette to her. Jackie was desperate to see more, and so, she jumped onto the door and started scratching and howling.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Mary was staring at Jackie as to give her a hint to be quiet, but as usual, Jackie never listened.
The man that Jackie had seen through the window was actually Mary's male friend, a guy she knew from the past. He was mainly a friend of Dave's, but Mary also is his friend. He handed over a gift wrapped up, with perfect wrapping.
"Oh, thank you so much Brent, I really appreciate you taking the time to make this," then she smiled.
Brent smiled back.
Brent was a tall man, with wide arms and wide legs; he was also very slim, which is what Mary liked about him. He was also tanned, and very young. He was 34.
"That's alright Mary, I hope you get better soon," he said. Then he walked over to his Mercedes and manoeuvred out of the drive way, and out into the road, then he drove off.