Nine years ago today I met my *golden* (red fawn) boy at a meet and greet at pets Mart. He went home with me that day and has always been and is still my happy boy. Jazzy, thank you for the love that has always been between us, for the smiles, the helicopter tail 9which is now a helicopter stub, due to the *helidopter* tail). I love you sweetie ~ you are the best.
Here is Jazzy's much told "Gotcha Day" story:
On May 13th, 2000 Butch decided to take me to one of my favorite restaurants for lunch. We were going to take the motorcycle, but rain was predicted...and it did rain, so we decided to take the Mustang, but then they predicted hail, so he decided to take the Explorer. (The Mustang is 6 years newer than the Expolorer, but they are both insured. ???) After lunch, DH suggested that we stop at Petsmart to get some treats for the dogs that can only find there. No problem...Meet & Greet day, Greyhounds...sure! 
So I walk in the door, saw the dogs and immediately fell in love. There was the most adorable red fawn with the mascara eyes and a cute little buck toothed grin. He drug his foster Mom over to me and I was a goner. Now don't get me wrong...I love my other 2, (Sadie & Luke, both at the bridge now) but it wasn't a lightening strike like this was. While DH was shopping, I spent the entire time with this dog. He never left my side. It was time to go and I just looked at Butch and said "Can we take him home?" Answer was no. Immediate tears, so he said "Just do what you want". No way...I know what that means, I get my way, but I never hear the end of it. So, I kissed this guy goodbye and left him standing there whining while I tried not to let the tears flow too much. Butch stopped me, looked at me and said "Happy Mother's Day". I had to promise to NOT even ask for another dog...no matter what, but Jazzy came home with us that day, and I have never regretted a minute of these past years. (By the way, due to the series of events that led us to be in the Exolorer, Butch said that it was meant to be)
Jazzy's Story: Another day at that pet place where people come in, look at us, ask questions about us, and actually adopt some of us, only I hadn't been that lucky. I would go up to people, wag my tail like mad, and hear things like..."feminine face for a boy" "Golly, look at that awful overbite" "Jeez, he has buck teeth" "Man, look at the scars on that boy". No one wanted me because I wasn't *perfect*. I had been in my foster home for almost 6 months, not that it was a bad home, I just wanted a home of my own, with someone to love me for myself. I had about given up, and then this man and lady walked in. There was something different about them...she looked at me and smiled, and the smile went beyond her eyes...it seemed to come from her heart. I was ecstatic and ran right over to her and she petted me, hugged me, told me how adorable I was, and didn't even leave me to shop. I think she liked me...feminine face, overbite, buckteeth, scars and all. And she was gentle and loving. She made sure that she petted all the dogs, but I made sure that I never left her side. Way too soon the man came back and asked her if she was ready to go...and she asked him something and he shook his head. She had wet stuff on her face, leaned down, kissed me and said goodbye. I was heartbroken. I was sure that this time I would be one of the lucky ones to go to my forever home, but it didn't look like it was going to happen. Then the man said something else and the lady just shook her head, kissed me again and started to walk away. Now I was really sad, I whined and whined. All of a sudden I felt my leash being handed over to the lady, and saw my foster Mom on the phone...then she handed the phone to the lady and the lady was smiling again. My foster Mom handed the lady a packet, kissed me, said goodbye and to try to be a good boy, and we all walked out of that place together. This time I was the one who had found my forever home. Mom....I love you.
Jazzy
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Aimee Kylie Jazz & Dakota
Taz(all white Kitty)
Sadie, Luke, Kianna & Jessie at the Bridge
