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A Lab Story
we weren't even in the market for a dog -- haven't had a pet
for over 20 years. I've been retired for three years and
totally enjoyed staying home...being fat, sassy and lazy and
home alone all day -- just me.
Well.......what did I
know? Evidently, not much. Last September. 2004 -- in fact,
the day before I turned 60, a mutt appeared on our carport.
Hubby saw her when he went out to go to work that morning. A
friend rang the doorbell late afternoon and I saw this cute
little black puppy and thought it belonged to her. NOPE, she
said "it came from under your car." She (the dog...not the
friend) had on an old ragged collar......but she was nothing
but skin and bones.
I was in the house looking for
something for her to eat when hubby got home from work. Took a
deep breath and prepared my speech because he truly isn't an
Well, surprise, surprise, he said
"sure, feed her."
Little did we know then that we were
totally opening our hearts for more love than we had ever
First we walked the neighborhood
looking for an owner. I waited almost a month before I finally
took her to the vet. First trip to the vet revealed she
weighed 27 pounds. She was so skittish of the vehicle that I
had to pick her up and put her in.
Didn't take long
after that for her to become the ultimate "Driving Miss
Daisy." She refuses to get in on the driver's side. She's
trained me rather well: I open the passenger door of the Tahoe
and she jumps right in. When we return home, she sits and
waits for me to come around and let her out.
Let's see. hmmmm -- I said 27 pounds. Well
scratch that, she now weighs in at 60.4 pounds and is a total
INSIDE dog and keeps us both jumping. To begin we just left
her outside and she stayed really close to the house.
Then I had her spayed and she was so uncomfortable
that first night that I invited her inside. Oh my, bad
mistake. She immediately got right up under my feet at the
computer. For the first few nights we closed the door and
tried to keep her in one room. HMMM -- well, not a BIG
problem.....but she did decide to READ a few of my books that
were on the bookshelf.
Me? I read the words. Jaz? She
decided to chew. OK, this isn't going to work. Left the door
open and gave her free run of the house and everything is just
grand. She sleeps right by GranDad's side of the bed until she
knows we are all tucked in. Then she goes to her bed
underneath the window.
Never have I seen a dog so easy
to housetrain -- two accidents and after that she scratches on
the door: says "Let me out, let me out right now!"
According to the vet's calculations/best guess she is
a year old in May, 2005. Vet also says she is mostly LAB with
possibly a little terrier...actually we're thinking maybe some
Pit Bull. But, if that is the case, then she has none of the
BAD Pit Bull characteristics.
OH -- as to
how she got her name. That first afternoon, I said "Jazzerina"
and then said "nope, make that "JAZ." When my two sons were
young and we had pets, we always had an awful time deciding on
names. Miz Jaz's name just rolled right out of my mouth.
Her very favorite place in the whole world is right
under my feet at the computer. Oh yeah, we're bestest buddies
and she's like my second skin.
And, for sure, she
celebrated Christmas with us. She got as many gifts as our
kids did. LOL
my "YANKEE" daughter-in-law summed it up best when she called
my big hunka black dog a Texas All Breed.
Hey -- it
can't be all bad. Even my doctor says that folks who have pets
live longer. LOL