Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Yesterday, Mom and I began our morning constitutional about ten minutes later than usual. Most days, we head out between 6:10/6:15 a.m. Because I’m such a gentleman, I curl up on the couch and politely wait until Mom finishes her breakfast. Jet, tell the truth, you bark your “I’m ready, what’s taking you so long” woof in combination with wagging and dancing the K9 jig about 2/3 through whatever I’m eating for breakfast. Mom, I’m looking out for your portion control. Jet… Yes, Mom.
Anyway, because of the recent time change, see Human Peeves, the birds in our area exercise earlier too. Over the last few mornings, amazingly at the same time, a flock of birds cross our path diagonally from Southeast to Northwest and boy do they squawk. They totally disturb my Scooby Doo Academy sniff detecting practice.
Mom thought they might be the noisy flock of parrots that escaped from Parrot Jungle and now hover in our general area. In fact, the parrots used to distract my sister, Koko, when she and Mom did pet therapy at S. Miami Hospital. However, Mom decided they are black, not green. When the Ibis flock sails overhead, all you hear is swoosh, so, count them out. It’s a bit of an ongoing mystery for us, Jet, student of Scooby Doo Academy and Mom, curious by nature.
So, I go back to detecting; head down, sniffing each blade of grass, hedge, palm tree and hark – I hear voices. A pack of 2 female humans walking very fast pass us. Mom and the ladies exchange morning greetings. (Some days their pack has up to 4 ladies talking, talking, talking.) One lady always tells Mom how afraid of dogs she is. The crazy part – she owns a small barky bark dog named Herbie. I’m Jet the gentleman, Mom, maybe I need a sign?