If it helps, I was originally owned by some other people. My brother went to live on Davis Island at a swinging hotel and he grew to be the size of a Labrador Retriever. He was also totally black. That's why people think our father was Lab. Anyway, our mother was a beagle. Beagels rule! Anyway, I went to live w J-eff, A-udrey and B-ill R-ogers. That's where I got my name JAB'R. I had many happy years living with them. They used to make all the hair on my back go the 'other direction' and then we'd wrestle and they let me play in the hose w them too, which I loved. Also, when they got a pet squirrel once, he always rode on my back, so now I know how a horse feels. Well, I just want you to know that Fizgig will most likely be having the best of times, just as I did w my second family, the Rogers. See you later Clover.