Southern Legacy Terriers
   Moncks Corner, SC  29461
We can be contacted by calling  
843-277-0246 or email me at  
southernlegacyjrt@yahoo.com

When contacting us, it is helpful to know what you are looking for as far as coat type, color, sex, and what your expectations are of your new family member.  This helps us direct you to the best pup for you and your family.  
Due to some email issues we have had in the past, please call me if you do not get a response via email.  Seems emails have been sent that I have not received.    


THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY.  
WE HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR VISIT.  COME BACK AGAIN SOON.    
HAVE A BLESSED DAY!





We are proud members of the Jack Russell Terrier Club of America (JRTCA) and adhere to the Breeders Code of Ethics.   
All of our pups are eligible to be registered or recorded with JRTCA.

Our main goal is to protect the future of the Jack Russell Terrier by selective breeding for mental, physical, and genetic soundness.  

All of our breeding/show dogs have BAER (Brainstem Auditory Evoked Response) tested normal.  BAER testing is done to detect deafness in purebred dogs.   
We also test for.....

CERF (Canine Eye Registration Foundation) tests are performed annually. CERF testing is an eye exam performed by a board certified veterinary ophthalmologists and is done to detect heritable eye diseases in purebred dogs.  

PLL The mutation that causes development of Primary Lens Luxation (PLL) in many breeds of dogs has been identified through DNA.  We have tested all of our breeding stock and the results were either normal or low risk.  

SCA We have also tested for Spinocerebellar Ataxia (SCA). 

Brief explanation of SCA results;
NORMAL: This dog has tested normal (or clear) for the mutation known to cause SCA. It can only transmit a normal gene to offspring, and current information indicates that dogs with this result can be bred to a dog with any test result without risk of producing affected offspring.

CARRIER: This dog has tested as a carrier for the mutation known to cause SCA. Carrier individuals are clinically normal, but may transmit either a normal gene or a mutated/affected gene to potential offspring. To avoid risk of producing an affected puppy, these dogs should only be bred to mates DNA tested normal.

AFFECTED/AT RISK: This dog has tested as affected for the mutation known to cause SCA. It is at risk for developing clinical symptoms of SCA, usually at about 2-5 months of age. Management of affected dogs is difficult, at best.

Please check under each dog's profile to see their status. 
If you are interested in talking with us about one of our terriers, please feel free to call with any questions.  We enjoy meeting new people and talking about our terriers.  


Southern Legacy 
Terriers

As a responsible breeder, we stand behind each and every one of our terriers throughout their whole life.  If for any reason they are unable to stay in their new homes, we will gladly take them back or assist in finding a suitable home for them.





HOW COULD YOU?

Category: Religion and Philosophy
HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.  You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.  My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.

I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides,
stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate.   I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.


She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection,
and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too.

Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.  Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." 

As they began to grow, I became their friend.  They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.

I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be.  I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.  These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.  I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.  You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.  You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look.  They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers.

" You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.  You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow.  They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate
room. A blissfully quiet room.  She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry.

My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief.  The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.  
The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. 

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as
a tear ran down her cheek.  I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.

She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.
As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and
murmured, "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry.  " She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored, or abused, or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.  It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.  I will think of you and wait for you forever.  May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.


A Note from the Author: 

If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.  

Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards.

Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that ALL life is precious.

Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

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