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Katherine Messenger 　　One August afternoon in 1999， my parents and I drove to a farm in Leesburg， Virginia， to look at a litter1） of Jack Russell Terrier2） puppies we’d seen advertised. As soon as we arrived at the breeder’s house， we were confronted by Bunny， the long-legged mother of the pups. She was jumping in place3）， and for the entire time we visited， she never stopped jumping， up to three feet in the air. We should have known what we were in for4）. 　　The puppy we chose held her white-tipped tail high and posed as if on camera， while her brothers and sisters lolled5） about. As the bre