A Tribute to Jasmine “T.D.” Hoover
(T.D. =The Dog)
Witten by Bruce Hoover

"Jazzy Dog” joined our family in the fall of 1997. She was an orphan from the Independence, MO Animal Shelter, the same city where DeAnn and I were married only 6 years prior. She came to us as a very frightened little girl with ring worm. Our great friend Kari Swan DVM assured us the ring worm was not an issue and before long, Jasmine was healthy and working her way into our lives. I, of course, said “okay she can stay in the house (she was so small and fragile); but, she would not be allowed on the furniture or our bed”. That lasted about 4 hours and I gave in. I did need some sleep and she did stop crying once she snuggled in!
We took off that weekl with our new, 26 foot travel trailer for the Great Smokey Mountains. Jasmine seemed to adapt well to life on the road and eventually logged some 65,000 miles in the three RVs we have owned during her lifetime.
I have assembled a few photos of “the best puppy ever”. Please allow me to share these with you.
"Jazzy” had many friends. Here she is with one of her “Grandmas”-- Shirley B.

Gene and Shirley Birlingmair, Lake of the Ozarks, MO, took an early role as Grandparents. They too had dachshunds before and had been well trained by the “hard-headed Germans” that doxies are. One can only serve a doxie, they are quite the independent thinkers. Here is our royal puppy at the Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque, NM. It was during this stay that Jazzy and I went over to Gene and Shirley’s rig next door after dark when she just plain disappeared. I knew I was a dead man as how do you find a nearly black dog in the dark of the balloon field amid 4,000 motor homes with their generators running? I ran up and down the rows and in the distance I saw something in the row just behind us and about 100 yards down. Thank God, it was her!
The Royal Blanket, for the “Queen of the Known Universe”, from another “Grandma”-- Shirley Mae Henderson and “Grandpa” Vincey, Rapid City, SD.

Jasmine made friends with the Hendersons in Coolidge, AZ during the winter of 2003-2004. We parked our 34 foot motor home just up the street from them and Vince and Shirley quickly adopted Jasmine and eventually DeAnn and I. The three of us attended their 50th wedding anniversary in Rapid City.

Jasmine especially loved the deer jerky treats that Vince would share with her and he too enjoyed our little dog with the big heart. Here you see them enjoying some quiet time in our motor home.
Her Grandma, Darlene (DeAnn’s Mom) knitted her a sweater to wear on those chilly AZ mornings and on our treks to South Dakota and Iowa.

DeAnn’s Dad, Harold Meester, was no match for Jasmine as she worked her way into his heart as well. The Meesters are at their home in Watertown, SD.

Jasmine loved her “licky”. She would play with it and lick it for hours on end.

As you can see, she was truly an entertainer.
Following my retirement we had the good fortune to take a number of fabulous trips with Lynne and Woody Barlow, Eureka Springs, AR and their cat Jack. "Jacky Man” was a small kitten when we began traveling with the Barlows. Jasmine mentored him and now Jack sort of thinks of himself as a dog. They liked playing together. Jack would run at Jazz and jump over her at the last second. One evening we pulled into a beautiful campground along a river about dusk. As we began hooking up our coaches we soon discovered that Jasmine was missing. Woody grabbed a light and ran to the nearby river, the four of us searched for her to no avail and feared that either she had fallen into the river or became disoriented in the nearby woods. Later, we discovered her safe inside of Lynne and Woody’s coach enjoying JACKS FOOD! Thankfully, the Barlows were prepared and had more food for Jack, as you can see he really likes to eat!

Here, Uncle Woody shares a treat with Jazzy. Yes, she was a beggar. You may also notice over Woody’s back is Jack looking on … perhaps a bit jealous??

Speaking of begging, Jasmine really loved Charles, AKA “the Cookie Man”. They both delighted in sharing and eating a few cookies of an evening. Charles and Myrna Drost are great friends from Saskatchewan. We always have to drive by their Arizona home as Myrna loves the sound of our diesel!

As we all know she REALLY LOVED her “Mom”. Here they are sleeping on a visit to my Mom’s in Iowa a few years ago. As you can see, Jasmine was always alert and ready to protect her Mother!
Whenever there were gifts to open, Jasmine was always there to assist with the paper removal. She would never bother presents until you picked them up and made the first tear in the paper. Then she knew that was her cue to begin tearing away at the paper with her teeth! She was always ready to help out …
Jasmine was always a part of our family gatherings. Here she is with our son, Alex, his wife Joy and our two grandsons, Michael and James. To my left are our daughters, Melissa and Amy.

Jasmine loved to travel and to be out exploring …
Here she is hot on the trail of a varmint! She had a tremendous sense of smell and could dig after a critter or find a treat in one of your pockets.

Here we are at Bagnal Dam, overlooking the Lake of the Ozarks. One day while walking near the lake, Jasmine went into the water and swam after a couple of ducks swimming nearby. I had her on the retractable leash and she swam out to the very end of the leash!

Here we are ready to hit the road... Jasmine always got excited when she heard the diesel and would keep running into the motor home as if to say, don’t go off without me!

Jasmine and her Mom enjoying a hike northeast of Phoenix, AZ. Note the carrier; she always seemed to enjoy riding next to her Mom.

Jasmine after a hard day of travel.
Here you see Jazzy and her cousin Craig Denman canoeing on Flathead Lake, MT. Craig and Connie Denman and their family all live in the Kalispell, MT area.

Jasmine and her Dad, resting after a full day at the 2007 Indy 500.

Jazzy Dog was even a supporter of Kansas State!

Jasmine and her Dad enjoying the Bluebonnets in the Texas Hill Country.

Jasmine was also an avid boater; she only asked to be out of the wind if it were a bit chilly.
But most of all she enjoyed basking in the Arizona sun. She could always be found lying in the sun coming through a window or actually being in the out of doors.
Jasmine left this world on October 15, 2008, at the age of 13 or 14 following a steady decline in health beginning with losing her hearing, becoming nearly blind, from Cushing’s disease and eventually liver failure. She has left an incredible void in our lives that only time can heal. She will always remain in our memoires.