People love my dog Jazzmin. Wherever I go with her, whether it's on a walk over the hills where I live or on a road trip, random strangers come up to me and tell me how beautiful she is. I've even had people stop their cars in the middle of the road to say what a pretty dog she is and ask me what breed she is. My answer varies depending on the situation but there is never any doubt about how much I love her. The simplest answer is that Jazzmin is a mutt...just like me. She is a blend of many breeds and they've all come together to make the sweetest, most loyal creature I have ever met. I like to think people who know me realize that I possess those very same qualities. Upon meeting Jazz for the first time, my dear friend said that she is just a dog version of me. While he was mostly referring to her energy, over-exuberance and tendency to resist control, I hope he was also referring to her more lovable qualities. I told my best friend last night that I strive to be like Jazz. I want to be the kind of creature that people stop their cars in traffic to notice and admire. I certainly don't want to cause any accidents or anything but sometimes I do long for a bit more attention. Even saying that makes me feel somewhat selfish and conceited but it is the truth. I don't think anyone wants to be ignored and forgotten for their entire life. Being ignored and forgotten is something Jazz will certainly never be. She simply won't allow it! No matter where I walk in my house, she is right behind me like my shadow. I appreciate her loyalty but it makes turning around abruptly somewhat tricky and we've almost had a mama and pup pileup more than once. When I work at my computer she lays right behind my chair and come 9pm she starts pacing back and forth from the bedroom to the living room/office looking longingly at me with eyes that say "bedtime mama?" She is not pleased with my later hours recently and she usually gives up trying to put me to bed by 10pm and goes in my room and onto her bed to begin snoring away. Jazzmin never skimps with her love; she loves everyone she meets. She always wants to go say hi to new people and dogs and I admire her extroverted nature. I imagine it's all part of being a dog, that seemingly limitless happiness, friendliness and curiosity. Now that I have my pup, I don't honestly know how I survived without her. She is my constant source of love and comfort. She gives me hope that if a dog can love me that much and gravitate toward the kind heart within me, then perhaps someday the man I share my love with will feel that same pull.
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