Jazz&Cricket
May 7th, 2010, 10:01 PM
April 17, 1999-April 2, 2010 – Jazz
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I picked Jazz out a the litter when he was 4 weeks old. I had every intention of getting a female but the breeder put Jazz on the floor and he did the classic border collie crouch , then barked at me. I was in love. When I picked him up at 8 weeks old, he ran to the end of the x-pen as soon as I drove in. It was like he was saying – Hey, what took you so long, I've been waiting for you!
Jazz had a great beginning as the resident therapy dog. From his 8th week until we moved to the farm in 2004, he was my constant office buddy. He loved his people and could not wait to get in to see them. There was nothing like chasing the ball down the hall in the morning. He loved staff & residents alike. Sometimes the maintenance man would sneak him something special from the kitchen. If we happened to see someone we knew when we were walking to work (or home) Jazz would lie down on the ground and not budge until we could walk together.
When we moved to the farm, he didn't enjoy the hour long drive each way, so he stayed at home. However, when I could, I brought him in, and it was like old times again. On Good Friday, when I knew we were making that final trip, I spoke to him about the office – he raised his head and thumped his tail….he knew exactly what I was saying and it was his way of saying goodbye to those people he loved.
He always wagged his tail in a giant circle when he was happy...which was most of the time. Jazz LOVED winter- there was nothing so fine as racing down the trails while we snowshoed. He and Cricket would tussle over a stick and life was good. If he saw me with the tennis racket, he knew it was a great game of field ball another of his favourite games. He wasn't much on the heat of summer but he enjoyed swimming and riding in the canoe.
We did try our hand at sheep a few times when he was 7 years old. I think he might have been a good working dog if things had been different. His favourite toy was his frisbee which is buried with him now. I buried him in the garden, beside a blue spruce tree. My husband made he a beautiful marker to show how much he was loved and will be missed.
Rest easy my Jazzman
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I picked Jazz out a the litter when he was 4 weeks old. I had every intention of getting a female but the breeder put Jazz on the floor and he did the classic border collie crouch , then barked at me. I was in love. When I picked him up at 8 weeks old, he ran to the end of the x-pen as soon as I drove in. It was like he was saying – Hey, what took you so long, I've been waiting for you!
Jazz had a great beginning as the resident therapy dog. From his 8th week until we moved to the farm in 2004, he was my constant office buddy. He loved his people and could not wait to get in to see them. There was nothing like chasing the ball down the hall in the morning. He loved staff & residents alike. Sometimes the maintenance man would sneak him something special from the kitchen. If we happened to see someone we knew when we were walking to work (or home) Jazz would lie down on the ground and not budge until we could walk together.
When we moved to the farm, he didn't enjoy the hour long drive each way, so he stayed at home. However, when I could, I brought him in, and it was like old times again. On Good Friday, when I knew we were making that final trip, I spoke to him about the office – he raised his head and thumped his tail….he knew exactly what I was saying and it was his way of saying goodbye to those people he loved.
He always wagged his tail in a giant circle when he was happy...which was most of the time. Jazz LOVED winter- there was nothing so fine as racing down the trails while we snowshoed. He and Cricket would tussle over a stick and life was good. If he saw me with the tennis racket, he knew it was a great game of field ball another of his favourite games. He wasn't much on the heat of summer but he enjoyed swimming and riding in the canoe.
We did try our hand at sheep a few times when he was 7 years old. I think he might have been a good working dog if things had been different. His favourite toy was his frisbee which is buried with him now. I buried him in the garden, beside a blue spruce tree. My husband made he a beautiful marker to show how much he was loved and will be missed.
Rest easy my Jazzman