On the way to the farm with my brother's dog Jazz. We also call her bighead and big booty Jazz. She weighs around 130. It took me about a year to not be scared of her. Now I think she is a big baby. I wish everyone could see Clover's face when Jazz jumps in the truck behind her. She whispers under her breath, 'seriously?', waits til' she makes eye contact with me, then makes an audible moan for all to hear.