My first dog was Copper, a mutt-pup my Dad rescued from the middle of the road when I was about 2 1/2. He was white with a copper spot the size of a penny on the back of his neck. I was the only person Copper would pay any attention to or even liked, lol! He was just too, too much for my Mom to handle, and there was a man who worked for my uncle who had a farm who had seen Copper and was crazy about him. Dad let him take Copper to live on the farm, and had to deal with a heart-broken and very angry not-quite-four year old! He and Mom ended up getting me what was then called a Toy Terrier, but looking back at photos of Mickey and remembering how she acted, I think she was probably a Jack Russell.