she has to love me

so, i thought i'd talk about my girl jazmine.  i mean, hey i am the MAN, i'm the one who has the charm, i'm the one who makes you laugh, and cry, and scream..let's not get crazy now.  but, yes, she came before me, and she LOVES to remind me over and over ....and over again. so, i thought it was time to share her with you..my girl, jazmine.

now, she'll tell you that she is a classic yorkie, perfect in definition. yes, she came from a breeder, yes her mother and father were dogs of some wierd-ass names, pompous the pooch, and damsel-hurry-have-another-pup princess terrier..something like that.  and, no, im not jealous, cause she got the blue-blood, i got the personality.

my person was pretty happy with her, even though it took her three months to get her trained to NOT pee on the carpet and the sofa and the bathroom rug.  she learned slowly, those pure-bred in-bred crazies.  so it was going well, but then, she also had a cat, and that's when the problems began.  see, jazmine didn't know what a cat was, ya see?

so, she kinda thought the cat was a seriously interactive toy.  every moment of the day, she wanted to see what was inside that furry toy-thing. no worries though, pixie had these things called claws.  so every day, jazmine would run up to her and try to open her up, and every day, pixie would go 'ping!ping!stratch'.

my person couldn't take the battle anymore;  lock pixie in the room - pixie starts to meow - jazmine barks at the door - person opens the door - jazmine charges - ping!ping! stratch!

so that's when the idea was born to get another dog.. but this time, my person started looking at rescue dogs, and that's when she found me. i arrived and immediately, pixie was left alone.  jazmine had found something new.

she did NOT take to another dog being in her palace, at all. let me give you an idea, this is how jazmine looked before me:

 

see the bow, the calm eyes? yeah, she no look like that no more, check her out now:

she has been brunelloized!

oh come on, she loves me, she has to, what's there not to love? but we had some fights i tell you, epic battles of  teeth and feet and water being thrown on us and screams of 'she's going to kill him!', and yes she started it. with every ounce of washed and blown-dried hair on her body, she would come after me like a killer on the move, and i'd lay there, and take it.  just when i thought she'd never love me, one night  she just came up to me, sat down and started licking my ear, because of course she would love me eventually, that's what i do.

so now, after many years,we play, and we kiss and we don't fight anymore.  but you know i have to keep a dog-ear up, because just look into those eyes. 

i wouldn't trust her completely, i mean, would you?