| Hi,
My name is Jazz and if you haven't noticed by now, I'm a Yorkie. This page is devoted to my family and my life. No, that's not me on the right, my picture is farther down, I just though she looked cute so I put her picture first. I was born in the USA but was adopted at a very early age by a good couple of humans that lived in Canada. I packed my bags and before I knew it I was living in Edmonton. |
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When I first moved to Edmonton I was an only
child. It was great. I was pampered a spoiled rotten. Then
one day my step parents brought home another Yorkie. I wasn't sure
about her at first but we soon became good friends.
Her name was Weejee and boy was she a fireball. I tried to show her the best things in life, like spending an afternoon lying in a sun ray as it warmed the living room rug but she wouldn't have any of that. Instead she would spend her afternoons running all over the place jumping over, under, and around things. She would wear me out just watching her from my little place in the sun. Here is a picture of Weejee and me. Yep, I'm the joker sticking my tongue out at the camera (I think I learned that from my step dad). |
| I love going camping.
Something about getting back to nature brings out the hunter in me.
When we go camping, my job was to always look cute (of course) and also
keep the campsite free of any squirrels.
Here is a picture of Weejee and me. I'm trying to rest after a paticularly hard day squirrel hunting and Weejee is trying to see what other trouble she can get us into. |
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This is a picture of my step grandmother.
She lives in Victoria. Weejee and I love going there. She raises
Yorkies and I always have at least six or seven friends to play with when
I go there. It's fun.
Weejee always loves it too. Here she is all dressed up an her leather biker outfit. Doesn't she look stunning. |
| Well, That's all for now. I'm not finished
this page so please check back soon for more wonderfull pictures of my
family. I hope to get some picture of my children, grandchildren,
and cousins soon.
See you back soon, Jazz |
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