Jazzmin's Journey

My mind has been boiling with how to illustrate Wooffer's Tales. Today, I thought to let go of all of that and let it be what it is, what it was when I wrote it.

I was looking at Jazzmin today as she snuck (a word?) away with a blackbird she had found/caught. I think the bird had hit the big window in error and fell. She went into the hedges and hid to eat it, feathers, claws, beak and all. Jazzmin is the only dog that we have left after Sara's demise from disease.

David and I are against dogs eating birds. We feed the birds and many come to feed. To have Jazzmin snatching them is against the rules. She is looking at me right now. I am sure she reads my mind.

Love,

Bett

:)3/4/2013
As I tell Dusty, that's a NO, NO ! She listens
sits by the tree, even when the sparrows and the
Morning Doves ( Gertrude & Heathcliff are on the
ground to feed) She knows , she sits very quietly and
watches... I'm sure Jasmine knows better..

Cheers..Joe..

My friend took in a ferrel cat. She would wake up in the morning and the cat would drop a dead bird at the foot of the bed as a thank you gift. Ugh.