Jazz Gets a New Do

Jazz Gets a New Do

Like humans, Borzoi go though several life stages. First there is puppy-hood, then gangly adolescence, then that nasty period when nothing can satisfy your appetite, not shoes, not belts, not the couch, not even that hideous banister on the back deck. Ultimately, with maturity, life settles into a rhythm. It is safer, and is fulfilling in its own way. Sometimes that is good.
And sometimes it is Boooorrrrrriiiiinnnnnngggggggggg.

So, what do you do? Well, some people buy a new car. Others get a new boyfriend. Still others rush out the door, head to the salon, skim the People magazines, and get a make-over. And, that is just what Jazz did. Now she only has one problem, deciding on her new "look."

At first she thought she would try the Cher Look.
It looks nice but the Bob Mackie gowns are a little spendy, not to mention distracting down at the supermarket.

And, who has time for all the Infomercials?

Then she thought, how about the Goldielocks look. Gee, Jazzo, what a big nose your have, (The better to stick into other doggie's business.) Gee Jazzo, what big feet you have, (The better to run down tasty little bunnies with.) Gee Jazzo, what big teeth you have, (The better to put the bite on tasty little Dog Bars with.)

Or perhaps the shy, submissive, innocent housewife look. Jazz could be shy.
She could.

No, really.

Next.

And then she thought, why not the Lauren Becall look. People are always whistling for her to come back.
"You know how to whistle don't you? Just pucker up and . . . . . . "

Then Jazz thought she could be Cinderdoggie. Well, not Cinderdoggie exactly, more like her evil stepsister.
"You stay here Cinderdoggie, while I go to the ball and eat all the Dog Bars." (Hysterical) Ha Ha Har Hark Bark Bark Bark.

The last we saw her, Jazz was into her Conchita Borzoi phase.
She had just finished her second margarita and had left town with the lead singer in a Mariachi band who promised her a life of ease and excitement. And, (of course) all the Dog Bars she wanted.

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Updated 9/10/2007

Jazz Gets a New Do Like humans, Borzoi go though several life stages. First there is puppy-hood, then gangly adolescence, then that nasty period when nothing can satisfy your appetite, not shoes, not belts, not the couch, not even that hideous banister on the back deck. Ultimately, with maturity, life settles into a rhythm. It is safer, and is fulfilling in its own way. Sometimes that is good. And sometimes it is Boooorrrrrriiiiinnnnnngggggggggg. So, what do you do? Well, some people buy a new car. Others get a new boyfriend. Still others rush out the door, head to the salon, skim the People magazines, and get a make-over. And, that is just what Jazz did. Now she only has one problem, deciding on her new "look."
	At first she thought she would try the Cher Look. It looks nice but the Bob Mackie gowns are a little spendy, not to mention distracting down at the supermarket. And, who has time for all the Infomercials?
	Then she thought, how about the Goldielocks look. Gee, Jazzo, what a big nose your have, (The better to stick into other doggie's business.) Gee Jazzo, what big feet you have, (The better to run down tasty little bunnies with.) Gee Jazzo, what big teeth you have, (The better to put the bite on tasty little Dog Bars with.)
	Or perhaps the shy, submissive, innocent housewife look. Jazz could be shy. She could. No, really. Next.
	And then she thought, why not the Lauren Becall look. People are always whistling for her to come back. "You know how to whistle don't you? Just pucker up and . . . . . . "
	Then Jazz thought she could be Cinderdoggie. Well, not Cinderdoggie exactly, more like her evil stepsister. "You stay here Cinderdoggie, while I go to the ball and eat all the Dog Bars." (Hysterical) Ha Ha Har Hark Bark Bark Bark.
	The last we saw her, Jazz was into her Conchita Borzoi phase. She had just finished her second margarita and had left town with the lead singer in a Mariachi band who promised her a life of ease and excitement. And, (of course) all the Dog Bars she wanted.
The Dog Bar Story Pictures of the Gang Boy Boy's Big Day Dog Bar®, The Energy Bar for Dogs For Information About Dog Bar® Please contact; Susan Clark P.O. Box 1914 Boise, ID 83701 susan@design4000.net Updated 9/10/2007