Jazz came back. Amber stole him from Allan's drive-way. This is an old picture of Jazz, he doesn't look like this anymore. His coat is kind of ratty and his eyes are all weepy. I'm doing my best to fix him up. I can't believe how much I have missed him. He follows me everywhere I go and spends almost all of his time curled up on my bed. My little old man is home at last.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Old friends are the best friends
Jazz came back. Amber stole him from Allan's drive-way. This is an old picture of Jazz, he doesn't look like this anymore. His coat is kind of ratty and his eyes are all weepy. I'm doing my best to fix him up. I can't believe how much I have missed him. He follows me everywhere I go and spends almost all of his time curled up on my bed. My little old man is home at last.
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