Remnants of Jazz

Gettin ready for work today,
I pull out my black skirt.
I had it with me in Florida, but never wore it.
It was never even out of my suitcase.
It had Jazz hairs all over it.
As did several other items that I never wore,
or hadn't washed yet - man that stuff travels eh.
I pulled out another black skirt that I did take out once,
but never wore either, and it had this bit of Jazz hair/man pubes (the boy was pretty beasty this go), mixed with some sort of dried matting on/to it (dog smack, dirt, jizz? lol).
(Good thing if it was, that it was dried, but surprised if there'd be any at all - heh heh)
I picked it off and tossed it - only just missing the bin.
Groaning at my poor toss. (or his? lol and it's light-weight making it miss my target)
It kinda cracked me up more than grossed me out.
Mainly as I kinda wondered where it came from, since the two pieces of clothing really only were in the suitcase, or on the headboard in his spare room I had my suitcase setting on.
Not like I wore them, or dropped them on the floor, or ?
Plus, the whole pube-like aspect.
Fookin beasties the both of them. :P

Later tonight...
So I go to do some laundry.
Whites/Off-whites mainly.
My overall shorts, sleep tops, flannel sheets, etc.
And as I place my overall shorts into the machine,
I feel something kinda crunchy or rocky in the upper pocket.
I thought it was maybe some rocks or shells I had picked up at one of the beaches, or on my walks.
I opened the pocket, pulled out the clump, and there wrapped in a tissue,
is a small handful of Jazz's food.
I LOL'd.
I'd last worn these shorts last week on Wed, the day I helped out at the hoarder house.
Later that night, Jazz wasn't eating and I grabbed a few morsels of her food to mess with her, tossing a piece at her now and again to help make her interested in eating her food. Kev was giving me shit about it, saying that she'd expect this sort of behaviour if kept up. I stopped, but for some reason put the morsels in my pocket. I suppose to maybe use later or put back in her dish. *shrugs*
I can't remember why exactly that I put them in the tissue, but I do recall putting them in my pocket 'for later' and then I totally forgot about them.
I've re-tossed the matted smeg out, and I'll take the food morsels on my next walk with George and Gus, and treat Gus. Can't let them go to waste.

There ya go Jazz, you'll have a long distance doggie pal in MN.

*I pulled the matted piece from the otherwise empty bin and took these pics for reference sake.*
Yeah, weird I know, but I always take pics of weird shit, so why not these 'remnants of Jazz' or 'jizz' from my trip. heh.
I kinda miss her.
This time we seemed to bond much more, and she was my pal when Kev wasn't about, or even when he was, but just doing his own thing. She never really ever slept on me, but instead, slept more between us, or more on his side of the bed.
heh heh heh.
Good Girl!
*pat, pat*

This just goes to show:
It's always something.