Murphy was my first JRT. He came to me from a man in N.C. who breeds special terriers. Murphy becam a part of our family and they day he died was the saddest we've ever known. Murphy was bold and honest and loved his family of humans and Russells. He'd bounce across the fields disappearing in the grass then miraculously reappear yards away. He was a great companion and went with me when I rode my horse. I'll remember him always as a constant and true companion.      -- Leslie