For those of you wondering how our little white Jack Russell Terrier Mix became known as Pepsi Carl, I’m about to tell you.
On July 18, 2009 (Joe’s birthday), I decided to get Joe the birthday gift that keeps on giving for many years to come. No, not a multi-year subscription to Jelly-of-the-month subscription, but a dog. We went to the Brother Wolf Animal Rescue Re-Tail Store they told us they had no doggies there because they were all at an adoption fair at PetSmart on the other side of town. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and the adoption fair ended at 3:00. We raced over there, not knowing what in the world we were doing. Were we really ready for a dog?
We arrived with 5 minutes to spare. We passed by bigger and bigger dogs. Considering the size of our house, we need a small doggie, or else it would be torture for the bigger pooch. Finally, at the end of the row I find a small light brownish doggie, laying down in a small enclosed area. I lo0k at the paper attached to the fence, and it said “Possibly house broken.” DONE! He was about 15 lbs, the perfect size, and seemed rather lazy since he didn’t even stand when we walked over. Joe seemed so unimpressed by this lazy little brown dog. After we confirmed a 2 weeks return period (In case he wasn’t house broken) We paid our $80 to ARF of Jackson County (Animal Rescue Foundation). Joe insisted we get this shnaggly little mutt into PetSmart to be cleaned before we took this brown thing home. Thankfully, PetSmart was kind enough to squeeze us in.
A little while later we returned to pick up our light brown terrier mix and lo-and-behold he was not brown, but a white little doggie with a happy disposition!
The dog we adopted was called Pepsi by the surly woman we adopted him from. We thought and thought about a new name, but we were stumped and began to fall in love not only with name Pepsi but the dog himself. At first, timid and shy he quickly grew accustomed to his new home and his new mommy and daddy. He was our first child, our baby, our little terror on 4 legs!
We soon realized exactly how smart Jack Russell Terriers are. CRAZY smart! He was a “Trashy dog.” Oh, how he loved trash cans. We spent WAY more on trying to stop him from getting into our trashcans and making a mess than we did on adopting him. Ultimately, we gave up a cabinet and put one in there. He has yet to figure that one out, but I’m sure one day…
Well, throughout the years of having him, I always wondered what his previous name was. Was it fluffy? George? Snowy? Crazy? Well, I began to go down the alphabet of names that I could think of and he would just sleep, or look at me like I was growing horns out of my head. Then one day I came to the letter “C”…Carl? His ears perked up, he sat up, he tilted his head as if to ask “What did you just say, mom?” I said it again more forcefully “Carl.” He jumped up all over me and started giving me kisses and would not stop. BINGO!
When Joe came home that night, I told him the story and wanted to see if he could elicit the same reaction from that name. “Carl?” Said Joe rather skeptical. Pepsi came running at Joe, full force to jump all over him and kiss his face. Clearly, Pepsi recognized this name. Now, To be honest, we know most likely someone in Pepsi’s previous home was named Carl, after all, who would name their dog Carl? Right? Well, after that it just stuck as his middle name. Pepsi Carl Philpott. Our first child, our very loved, though often mischievous Jack Russel Terrier rescue.
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