Jasmine aka Jazz
fling-legged and blonde
with a coat called broken
curious brown eyes
and a wispy cream beard
eight months old
she’s never lived in a house
wire kennels for a staghound
meant to hunt
her people got sick
rehomed all five pups
without her permission
life changed
scared herself in the reflection
of the dark television
but she settled on the couch
and watched everything
she’s as tall as my desk
pokes her nose here and there
checks a thumb drive
book piles and paperclips
finally she stops whining
lies down, crosses paws
the adjustments are huge
now a writer’s accomplice
the heart of the matter 
Sounds like you have a new companion.🤔 Lovely poem Skye.
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apparently, we do!
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CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL NEW ADDITION TO YOUR FAMILY! Jazz is gorgeous and I know will be very happy with you and her new home. Love to you all, Rabia
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Thank you! So far, so good!
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This is the cutest picture. She looks like a doll baby. How big will she get? Love, Sis
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The guess is, not much bigger. Maybe she’ll tap out at 60 pounds? She is such a cuddler. We love that.
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I don’t know if I replied to this. Marni, the woman we got her from, thinks she will get to 60 pounds. I bet her–I’m guessing on 70!
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I wish I knew what this comment said!
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