Hello,
First off, let me say that I wouldn't trade Jasper's years with us for anything.
We had a JR for over 15 years and have to say that I've managed through the many warnings and concerns about owning one.
I have not taken him in for training but have done my own, I am the master and he lets me
We have had several small pets i.e. turtles (one died the second time in mouth of Jasper). The child dropped the turtle while sitting and doing home work. Jasper was at his feet apparently waiting? My daughter has had many dwarf hamsters, she dropped one but it was rescued and survived the mouth of Jasper, no casualties.
We also had a rabbit for over nine years. This rabbit (named Nibbles) actually was allowed into our house to visit us and Jasper twice every day. Both the rabbit and Jasper are free as birds in the kitchen. Both the dog and the rabbit got along. They even had eaten or drank from Jasper's dish together. But, if you look real close at Jasper's eyes they wonder a bit and appear tempted by the rabbit to play mostly but that is not allowed much either.
My kids were 2, 5 and 8 years old when we purchased him as a pup. The kids were taught to respect Jasper and how to treat other dogs. He was good with them, didn't have much problem. The only real problem I have with him is in the car or van, he would attack the doors when ever they were being closed. Wanted to get rid of that bad trait but never pursued it. One family member would distract him while another would closed the door.
Jasper was pretty good with kids, he once took the cracker from my little four year old girl who then turned and with both hands opened his jaws and took it back from him. He lost. He also had been bitten (not real hard) on the nose by my other 3 year old girl, I guess he learned from her too. I was watching around a corner as she put her nose up to his and then, well, showed him who was boss. She use to play tug of war laying on her back and a towel in the dogs mouth. He would drag her across the floor giggling all the way.
Just about everyone says you need a fence if you have a Jack Russell. I've never had a fenced in yard at Jasper's two homes. At the new house it took a little while for him to learn the yard. So, I would walk him about the edges and speak "home" while squeezing the collar as he was allowed to drift cross the line. He has learned the yard rules and he is watched for "any" desire of bolting. I see his brain ticking and firmly say "home" when he gets that "far away look" or is running after one of those nasty teasing squirrels or a wild rabbit. He has been able to terminated his bolt when I yell home. Any chipmunks that run into our rain gutters usually don't have a chance, neither do our gutters. He is a bigger JR weighing in at 20 to 22 lbs. 
I've taken him hunting in woods, trails and my basement. He's great at reminding me of the mouse in the trap or getting those mice which had dragged the trap into hiding. He has claimed the lives of a few ground hogs, raccoons, squirrels, chipmunks and mice. He chased a cat across the yard once and the cat stopped and turned to face him, I yelled "leave it" and he let it go. He has such great restraint don't you think?
Many also say that you may need an electric collar/fence. I substituted a weak bb gun for an electric fence (the fence isn't worth the money). For example of how weak a gun, you can see the bb arch its way across the yard tagging him in the butt. He comes at that very moment. When he begins to wonder to the edges of the property, I've only to speak "Home" or shake the bbs in the barrel and he understands. When he's hungry the word "supper time" in a higher voice works too. I think a quick sting to the butt is much better than a jolt of amps to the neck. He is very intelligent and even knows how to position a tree between us to avoid being a target sometimes. Very funny.
At first, I would allow him to sit on the couch or bed the first couple years, but that changed after a while because he started to not wanting to "off" when we would sit down. Authority was reestablished and he learned his place again, no more furniture access.
Currently, because he's getting old and maybe a bit soar, he's been unable to get down the stairs and needs a lift from the family. Just recently going up the stairs is becoming problem also.
He's always been a hunter first and when I release him out the door to keep the squirrels at bay he still makes his run about the yard and then circles the air conditioner for that squeaking chipmunk hiding underneath. A thin pole swept under the air conditioner starts a race to the wood pile, too funny. His legs are just too short to catch anything, usually the quarry has to make a serious mistake to loose its life. ..... Couple years later (2012) now at age 16 almost he's now unable to handle the stairs or even getting out and back into the house. (edited 4/23/2012) We've taken Jasper into the vet to have him put to sleep. Tis a sad day filled with many memories.
Raccoons were another story, he was protecting the kids one night as they slept out in the back yard. While they were sleeping, he was apparently just watching out through the screen of the tent when he bolted through the same screen door and nailed a raccoon. My daughter came up to my bed at 2:00am and said, "Dad, Jasper has a raccoon in his mouth and won't let it go". Then, another time, he took care of three raccoons that climbed under our deck. I opened the patio door to let Jasper out and told Anna to listen to what happens. There was a brawl for few seconds when one raccoon left the deck climbed the tree and escaped over the roof to the front yard, another one ran for the backwoods and the third never did made it out. Jasper sat at the end of the deck satisfied but no raccoon near him. I looked and saw it under the deck and told him to go get it for me which he did and laid it before me.
One time, I had let the dog out for his late night duty just before bed. I opened the doors he went out and I closed them to sit down. Then, seconds later I got the scent of a skunk and said, "I better get the dog in here before he finds that skunk". I opened the door and called him in and he came, I was happy. Happy until I realized after he leaped and walked inside to the family room that the skunk smell had become mighty strong!
He was rubbing his neck on the carpet in the family room when I caught up to him.
I picked him up by the short tail and his collar. Took him out to the shed and had to spend the next couple hours cleaning him up. Meanwhile the wife called a friend to borrow their ozone air cleaner for the house. Used a recipe from the web for skunk odor and tried tomatoes also. We didn't sleep well that night nor for a couple nights later. The dog slept out in the shed for the week. The odor was removed from the carpet and the dog recovered from getting THREE skunk shots.
One to the front and two on the side. He lost that war, he was too close to get sprayed in the face apparently. This experience was not the last time for Jasper and the skunks. My wife says three, I thought "only" twice. Great dog though.
I made one even bigger mistake. Once I let him follow the kids in some remote woods here in Wisconsin. I was with friends on another path and didn't think, and what happened was he got the scent of a porcupine during our hike at Saddle Point. Yes, he nailed it. Anna came running and said Jasper had something and wouldn't let it go. I ran to check it out and what he had were quills in his mouth and was trying to get them out with his paws, giving the appearance of "having something". I just about decided to put him down right then and there. He was so struggling about.
I tried tugging on a quill or two but they were not coming out at all and he didn't like it either. I carried him out of the woods and thankfully phoned and found a place to take him on a Saturday in Wisconsin Rapids, 80 miles away. While I sat with him in the car I had him settled down but there was this fly in the car buzzing around, yes, Jasper was watching it. His head was still but his eyes followed it around until it landed on my lap and at which time he quickly tried to catch it too!
This of course caused him to remember the numerous quills in and about his mouth. Finally, after an interesting and stressful jaunt across Wisconsin we arrived at the vet. She was nice enough to come though the clinic was closed. She, put him to sleep in my arms and then took him into the back room. Half hour and twenty six quills later he was back in my arms groggy and wobbly. Let me tell you the doc did a good job but I removed at least six more quills over the next month and a half. These quills were lodged deep. A couple I found over a week and dug out of the thick furred neck, he wasn't happy about me doing that either. Then as the weeks have gone by, get this, I pulled four more quills after they drifted through his muzzle (to the top). Yes, as what appeared to be an extra black whisker poking through his top muzzle I would pull it the rest of the way through! One quill worked it's way through just under the eye where you would sometimes get a sty, just on the lower lid. It showed up and I looked close and couldn't believe it.
The sharp tip of a quill was sticking out and eighth of an inch, I waited a couple days for it to show up a bit more and pulled it out. He didn't mind it and was quite happy. It was like he was looking through bars and getting out of jail was a good thing. That was the last of the quills.
He does know where there's a badger home and I'm keeping him away from that one.
One thing quite interesting is how you may tell your kids to go to bed and sometimes they grumble a little bit. Well, Jasper was the same way, I use to tell him to "get to bed" and he slowly walks away growling, and goes up the stairs then stops. When you say "get to bed" again, he barks and growls finishing his trip to one of the bedrooms upstairs. When I wake up he's there ready for a new day.
Being aware of the issues for the Jack Russell breed, I've been able to make the best of them. I guess because I became aware of them we just worked them out another way.
Jack Russells are a great dog, and to be aware of their intelligence and aggressiveness leads to the ability to deal with them.
I didn't need a fence, worked out the issue of other small pets, and he was great with the kids. Very social dog. Not social with other dogs. More stories there of course.
A picture is attached with Jasper sitting next to me on an old log chair monitoring the yard. File name is "luckydog".
Have a blessed day with a JR,
Todd H.
P.S. There ain't a "squeaking" dog toy that will last an hour with a JR.

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