Introducing DJ Jazz

I have an alter-ego. They call me DJ Jazz, always keeping my ear to the ground listening for the latest beats (and the sound of treats...). I'm lucky to have such floppy ears as it makes putting an ear to the ground a lot easier. My mind is on music (and treats) and I've got music (and treats) on my mind.

Of course, like most artists, my parents don't understand. They tell me to stop scratching the floor of my crate-cave, and I say that I'm scratching out some mad beats! They call my singing 'yowling' and won't let me practice after 9 pm. How can I be a true artist if I can't work through the night??

Truth be told, as I'm still a puppy, I can't stay up much past 9 pm anyway, but that twitching you see when I'm in deep sleep? That's not me dreaming of running, that's me dreaming of dancing.

DJ Jazz here... Ear to the ground!