Bofa likes Jazz

I like to call him Jazz-Jazz. He is super fast and busy and by the time you have uttered his name, he has zipped past you and is on his way back so soon that you have to do a double take saying his name. Jazz-Jazz is the youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. Fudge, the apple of his human father's eye and Bofa's most favorite cousin.

Jazz could run lighting fast even as a puppy. From the start Bofa loved nothing more than to chase his cousin. Jazz was so small that when he finally got tired he would allow the Big Basset to 'catch' him and Bofa would put his big mouth over the little guy's entire torso and 'hold him down'. Most of Jazz's hair fell out after that first visit and at first we entertained thoughts that he was allergic to Basset spit. I had nasty visions of no more full family get-togethers. Luckily not. So the fun goes on whenever we gather, 3 humans and 8 dogs. I know that Mr. Fudge sometimes worries about the gang of drooling and ear flapping monsters* chasing his son. But he need not worry, his youngest has the feet and mind of Hermes - fast with a couple of tricks up his sleeve.

There goes Jazz...

and here he is back to see what it is I'm doing.

* As usual, whatever Bofa does must be the most fun thing anyone can do. It took 10 seconds for the other three to join in the chase. Mostly they just run and stand around barking and run and bark and wait to see what Bofa's next move will be.