It was as much a humanitarian visit as it was social. Jazzy got “fixed” yesterday, and I felt that she might appreciate my loving/healing touch on a lonely Friday night.
Indeed she did. And despite the presence of numerous stitches on her freshly-shaved belly, she and I still engaged in our traditional post-greeting bout of Greco-Roman wrestling (middleweight division)–an event for which I always wear a nylon jacket, as it resists the stench of doggie drool more effectively than does cotton or wool.
If you’re wondering why Jazz is wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers T-shirt, it was on the recommendation of her vet. It was intended to keep her from nibbling at her stitches. A fine idea in theory; although the reality is that Jazzy managed to disrobe no fewer than three times during the course of this photo shoot.
Jazzy! She’s big. She’s brassy. She’s beautiful. And she’s mine…all mine!
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