Panic is a Jack Russell Terrier mix. (I don't know what he is mixed with, though.) I was also told by the rescue group that they believe he is a 'Katrina' boy. He came from Baton Rouge LA. Panic was held over at least four times at the shelter before I adopted him. Because he was such a little lover boy, they just couldn't put him down. (I'm so glad that he was so sweet and lovable!) I think the freckles on his belly and legs are also part of his charm. Because the person who was trying to ensure that Panic got out of the shelter was in Canada--and he was in Louisiana--the lady went into 'panic' mode, as she was unsure if he would be pulled in time. (She feared he would be euthanized before someone could get him out.) So, she decided to call him Panic. I didn't love the name at first, but it didn't take me long to figure out that it suited him. I'm so lucky that he loves me as much as I love him.