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Hey It’s Jet Here.

In our efforts to address JJ’s post surgery cougar behavior, we decided to conduct our version of the Dating Game. (Catch up here.)

Today we introduce Bachelor #2:

Simba P. – The Guy Next Door (Well technically 3 houses down!)

Uh oh… thought we had more pics of Simba… will call his humans tomorrow, we’re writing this super late.

Knows the way to our house by heart, via the back patio AND garage door, when he escapes from his house. He has also visited most of our neighbors, as well.
He feels comfortable hanging for an afternoon or an evening before his humans realize he’s missing and/or return home and/or answer their phones.
Has pawesome house manners.
Sweet as pie disposition… happy, happy, happy all the time – great with K9s, felines and humans.
Gets along great with me and JJ. (Passed the Brother Test!)
Passed the Spa Day Test. (Yes, Mom washed all 3 of us together in the shower a few months back when Simba showed up fresh from the ~~swamp~~ canal!)
Could use to get some more long walks in… his humans exercise big time, however, do not often take Simba with them.
Could use Mom’s carrot diet. (again, not the guy’s fault, his humans feed him 2x more kibble than I receive and I weigh more!)
Needs a LOT of leash training (again, not the guy’s fault…)
About JJ’s age.

Champ update:

I made 3 calls this week:

Big Dog Ranch – Full, had one person on the premises to ask for ideas.
Left messages for 2 bulldog rescues, no response yet.

Another great, rate the date, day!

Thanks to Life With Dogs, Confessions of the Plume and Two Little Cavaliers for hosting the Saturday Blog Hop.

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Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Houdini has nothing on my neighbor, Simba. For the last four years or so, he’s met everyone on the block, like a door-to-door salesman. One of the first times, Mom received an emergency call from Laurie, saying she saw Koko running down the street. Mom raced home in record speed to find Koko wagging at the door. She realized that Simba was the escapee; she and Laurie finally caught up to him and tried to return him. They left a note and Laurie kept him in her backyard for the afternoon.

Simba appears as a swoosh of golden fluff in the corner of Mom’s eye when she’s working in the office, hanging out by our garage door, trotting down his street (unfortunately – very dangerous), or doggie paddling in the canal. By now, he knows us; we’ve bathed him, kept him for afternoons, had dinner dates etc. Many of our other neighbors have taken their turns with him, too.

On Saturday, Mom and my human sister, Rachel, had a lunch date with my Nana and Poppi in some place called Ft. Lauderdale. Mom made sure You Know Who (renaming in progress) and I emptied our tanks with a quick visit in the backyard. Mom heard Rachel calling her and responded she did not need help.

When we returned, there wagged Simba, in MY house like he owned the place! He’s so doggone happy all the time, you can never get mad at the guy. After introductions to You Know Who (renaming in progress), Mom and Rachel put Simba in the car and took him home. Rachel tried ringing the bell for five minutes. Since they had a long drive ahead, Mom wrote a note and they took Simba back to our house and decided to open Doggie Daycare.

Wishing we had a daycare cam, Rachel and I envisioned all types of scenarios during our five hours away. Luckily, we returned to zero destruction, only two golden and one fluffy black wagging tails.