I am the only woman in Jimmy’s life. Well, the only furry woman. The only short, furry woman named Angel. Trust me, he loves me. He’s pretty outgoing for a human, trustworthy, and very competitive, like when my siblings and I have to share food. (Come to think of it, he’s like that about food, too.) We’re both ball-players. (My game is “fetch”. His are basketball, volleyball, football, and golf.) While I chew on things, he binge-watches TV series, plays video games, and then I share the outdoors with him. As long as he takes shorter steps. He’s a pretty good cook (he occasionally shares with me), and he secretly wishes he was a famous comedian. I’m not sure if he’s funny. It’s a dog-human translation thing.
Bark at Jimmy by email.
He leaves a strong scent on Twitter here.
Check him out on Instagram, too.