Family Dog and I had a good chat tonight, minus the face licking due to his obsessive compulsive cleansing of Family Cat's butt.
Family Dog does not, will not and can not jazz his paws. He wags his tail, instead. I suppose that tail wagging is, in a sense, the exact same thing as hand jazzing, just less awkward. The great thing about Family Dog is regardless of the degree of my awkward deployments, he judges not and accepts me and my jazzing hands as-is. Of course he can't verbalize this, but he says it with his eyes.
And then licks his balls.
Today's Jazz Hands were unconditional.
Day one-hundred and ninety-eight complete.
Family Dog does not, will not and can not jazz his paws. He wags his tail, instead. I suppose that tail wagging is, in a sense, the exact same thing as hand jazzing, just less awkward. The great thing about Family Dog is regardless of the degree of my awkward deployments, he judges not and accepts me and my jazzing hands as-is. Of course he can't verbalize this, but he says it with his eyes.
And then licks his balls.
Today's Jazz Hands were unconditional.
Day one-hundred and ninety-eight complete.
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