Evie is a rescue from a puppy mill. His mother was at the puppy mill and while they were transporting the dogs to the humane society they had to pull over the van so he could be born. We’ve “pulled over” in our lives ever since. There were numerous dogs and puppies that need foster homes and we agreed to foster for a month. Knowing nothing about the breed, I uttered the most ignorant phrase of my life “give us the most agressive one in the litter.” An adorable 6-week-old puppy was dropped off, and one month has turned into forever. When we first got him we didn’t know what to call him. The humane society sent out an e-mail to let all fosters know that if we had to leave town, or a vacation, we were to contact them to keep the dog. The dog could not be left with an unapproved foster because they were considered evidence for the trial. So we decided to name him Evidence, Evie for short. I’ve never had as much fun with a dog as I have with him. He fetches balls, catches the Frisbee in the air, and is amazing at controlling a soccer ball, he can bring it right back to you, or will follow you while walking around. In the summer we take him to the lake to swim. A JRT is a lot of work. They have to be exercised, and a walk doesn’t do it, and are quite strong willed. In fact, my roommate and I agreed if we’d read about the breed we’d never have picked one, but now that we have one we want another. We find exercising him fun, and we are as strong willed as he is, so it isn’t an issue. One other thing that makes this dog so special to us is, he is the first thing that entered our lives “just because we lived in arkansas.” We live here due to Katrina, so up until we got Evie everything had been “replacement”. New friends, new church, new job, new stuff. But Evie happened only because we lived here. — Submitted by Amber Tappan