Post by gunnersmom on Feb 1, 2014 12:30:02 GMT -5
Jazz left us today after 15 years of memories.
Jazz showed all the greyhounds the ins and outs of living in a forever home. Stairs, the bells on the door to ask to go outside, how to play with stuffies....
Jazz and Gunner were St. John's Ambulance Therapy Dogs. Jazz loved to visit the Alzheimer's pod to spread joy (and look for the cat mascot)
On all of our hikes Jazz was the 'pace dog" she loved her hikes and then to take her spot in front of the fire. She loved her romps at the alpaca farm and to splash in the pond or the watering troughs. Oh, how Jazz loved to play in water. Gramma and Grandpa's swimming pool, the lake, the wading pool, overflowing ditches at the farm, the flooded basement. Jazzy saw fun wherever she went.
The house is so quiet now without her 'demands', Jazz would greet us with "woooo-woooo" when we got home, bark for cookies and remind us that we were late with her supper. Her impatience with supper being placed in her holder would lead her to start pushing the holder around, more barking and foot stomping.
If one of the greyhounds was on the Kuranda bed that she wanted and they didn't get off with her bark she would then use her nose to bang around the fireplace tools and scare them off of it. Such a clever girl.
When Jazz was a puppy people would ask what type of dog she was. I always answered, "Part Lab and part terrorist". LOL People always thought I was going to say Terrier.
Jazz dug up my potted palm and crashed & wedged it in front of the front door. I couldn't get in the front door. I couldn't even figure out WHY I couldn't get the door open.
Jazzy's love of gardening didn't end there. The next day she dragged the bag of potting soil into the living room before opening it and making the carpet disappear.
A day or 2 later she did the same thing with my bag of bird seed. Evidently, I am a slow study!
She got ahold of my can of Gatorade and opened it on the bed. I washed the comforter and it was permanently stained orange.
Jazzy, you were a handful of shenanigans and fun and as trying as those times were they make for the best stories and most cherished memories.
I hope you could feel how much you were loved for your time here and for the final gift we gave you.....PEACE.
Find the dirtiest pond you can and romp and play and splash with HoneyBear, Gunner, Arnie and Maui. Maybe even Magic-Kitty might engage you in a game of chase ......where you BOTH are once again able to run free.
Love you now and always.
Jazzy meeting another new friend...Tilley
Jazz and her alpaca friends
Jazz and her greyhound friends
Jazzy LOVES opening presents at Christmas.....whether or not they were hers.
Jazz knew how to relax and did it big!
Jazz showed all the greyhounds the ins and outs of living in a forever home. Stairs, the bells on the door to ask to go outside, how to play with stuffies....
Jazz and Gunner were St. John's Ambulance Therapy Dogs. Jazz loved to visit the Alzheimer's pod to spread joy (and look for the cat mascot)
On all of our hikes Jazz was the 'pace dog" she loved her hikes and then to take her spot in front of the fire. She loved her romps at the alpaca farm and to splash in the pond or the watering troughs. Oh, how Jazz loved to play in water. Gramma and Grandpa's swimming pool, the lake, the wading pool, overflowing ditches at the farm, the flooded basement. Jazzy saw fun wherever she went.
The house is so quiet now without her 'demands', Jazz would greet us with "woooo-woooo" when we got home, bark for cookies and remind us that we were late with her supper. Her impatience with supper being placed in her holder would lead her to start pushing the holder around, more barking and foot stomping.
If one of the greyhounds was on the Kuranda bed that she wanted and they didn't get off with her bark she would then use her nose to bang around the fireplace tools and scare them off of it. Such a clever girl.
When Jazz was a puppy people would ask what type of dog she was. I always answered, "Part Lab and part terrorist". LOL People always thought I was going to say Terrier.
Jazz dug up my potted palm and crashed & wedged it in front of the front door. I couldn't get in the front door. I couldn't even figure out WHY I couldn't get the door open.
Jazzy's love of gardening didn't end there. The next day she dragged the bag of potting soil into the living room before opening it and making the carpet disappear.
A day or 2 later she did the same thing with my bag of bird seed. Evidently, I am a slow study!
She got ahold of my can of Gatorade and opened it on the bed. I washed the comforter and it was permanently stained orange.
Jazzy, you were a handful of shenanigans and fun and as trying as those times were they make for the best stories and most cherished memories.
I hope you could feel how much you were loved for your time here and for the final gift we gave you.....PEACE.
Find the dirtiest pond you can and romp and play and splash with HoneyBear, Gunner, Arnie and Maui. Maybe even Magic-Kitty might engage you in a game of chase ......where you BOTH are once again able to run free.
Love you now and always.
Jazzy meeting another new friend...Tilley
Jazz and her alpaca friends
Jazz and her greyhound friends
Jazzy LOVES opening presents at Christmas.....whether or not they were hers.
Jazz knew how to relax and did it big!