Question and Answers Part Two

Dear Friends, I am back again with some new answers. I am very happy that you want to share your problems with me, but it also makes me sad to see that there are many problems out there...

Just remember to stay happy and to contact me if you have any problems. I am here to help YOU!

Love from The amazing - but humble - Jazz

This page was last updated December 18th 1997

"Dear Amazing Jazz, Saw your note on the Leolist about how you solve problems. Well, I have a problem. Most of the time, when my mom puts me into the car, we get to go somewhere fun. Sometimes, however, she puts me in the car and goes somewhere and tells me to "guard the car" while she runs into a store.

Often the store that she goes into is the grocery store and without my help, she seems to always forget to buy me what I ask for (I generally ask for liver, chicken, cheese, carrots, you know that sort of thing). So, how can I convince her to take me into the grocery store and those other mysterious places that I don't get to go? When we just drive around and don't go anywhere fun, I generally refuse to get out of the car when we get home, but mom always manages to get me out. So, what should I do? How can I convince her to let the car guard itself, and to take me even more places?"

Thanks for the help, I love your page.

Fergus

Jazz: Dear Fergus, you are not alone. Alot of people put their dogs in their cars and just let them sit there. My mom does that too (even though she doesn't have a car...).

And I understand how you feel about not being allowed to go in the stores. But this is more complicated than anyone could think! Belive it or not - it is NOT up to your mom to descide if you could go with her. No, it is up to the health department, maybe even the government!!

So what you can do, is to write to the president of America president@whitehouse.gov (since that is where you live)and ask him if you could get a special permission to go shopping!! If you do get one, buy something for me to, but no carrots, I can't understand why you like carrots... We are hunters!

"Dear Jazz, Anka here. My problem is squirrels, I am trying to do my flock guard work and save the bird seed for the wild birds that need seed much more than the nutty squirrels do, they scurry down the stump to steal the seed and I can't catch them. I leap, I try to climb the stump. They call me the leaping leo. I am so discouraged, can you help?"

Thanks, Anka.

Jazz: Hello there, Anka (whick means Duck in Swedish...)! I have to admit that your problem was a tricky one, since that is NOT a common problem where I live! Squirrels in Sweden are very shy. But I will try to give you a good advice anyway.

First of all, I told Fergus that we were hunters, but that doesn't meen that you have to eat the squirrels! (Just wanted to make that clear, I don't want to get in trouble for something I said later on...). But they are bad squirrels since they call you bad names. Ok, this is what to do: put some feathers on your body so that the squirrels think that you're just a ordinary bird. Walk like a bird and talk like a bird.

The squirrels will think:"Oh, that's only a bird, we can relax". Right when they start to relax, you jump towards them and catch one of them! Take him inside the house, paint him like a bird with colors that stick forever. The other bad squirrels will then make fun of him AND they will become too afraid to steel birdseeds. Because none of them wants to look like a bird!

"Jazz, I have a problem with other dogs. As soon I try to play with them they try to bite me or try to run away from me or start to bark or scream or do all of it the same time. And if they play with me and I run them down and put an elbow on them so they can't come up, mom or dad start to scream at me.

I never bite or hurt anybody.

P.S. I love you!"

Ecko the singleberger

Jazz: Dear Ecko, hm..thank you for loving me, but I already have a boyfriend. But you can love me anyway, I enjoy being loved!

It is hard to be a big dog sometimes. Other dogs are afraid of you, and it is easier for us to knock the other dog down, even though we don't meen anything by it. Then on the other hand, some dogs don't know how to play. My sister Sacha is like that. She gets crazy... She bites me and play rough. She thinks that that is the way you are supposed to play. The dogs that you meet are probably raised the wrong way. Their dogmother could have been a treataddict or a catmurderer. It is sad, I know.

You just avoid those dogs and some day you will find someone to play with too. And tell your human mom and dad that you play a bit rough too, because the other dogs have told you to play like that. Then they won't think that it is your fault. Good luck! If it doesn't work, come and play with me! But watch out for Sacha...

Email me and I will solve YOUR problems!!