Hey, It’s Jet Here.
I love the two weeks after Christmas. As families begin to take down their holiday lights, remove their lawn adornments, I patiently wait for the Christmas trees to lie at the curb. I’m a tropical K9, so, I only smell the glorious pine scent at this time. My air sniffing (read this) skills go on high alert, carefully inspecting the trunk, the branches, sometimes individual needles. Of course, nothing says “Hey, It’s Jet Here” better than a little tank emptying. In our area, if you put your tree curbside, the county collects them and grinds them into mulch. Double good smells! If I’m lucky, some of this pine mulch ends up back in the neighborhood.
Mom likes the smell of pine, too. When she used to visit my human sister, Rachel, at summer camp in Maine, she would buy this thing called a pine sachet and put it in our closet. This is the closet I hunker down in when I’m following the weather peoples’ rules for bad weather.
Jet… Yes Mom? Tell the truth about the closet. Do I have to? I would prefer it. Ok. This is the closet I shiver, shake and zone out in and beg for you to sit with me when any bad weather or fireworks happens. Jet, I’m really proud of you for telling the truth, it’s the first step to overcoming your fears. Thanks Mom.
Mom used to make pine scented candles from this soy wax stuff with my Tia Maite (that’s Aunt in Spanish), however, she never lit them because she worried either the K9s or felines might knock them over by mistake. They also made a spray that smelled like Christmas which I think I would have liked, too. You would have my boy, you would have.
Since I’m a “live in the moment kind of guy”, I’ll enjoy the smell of pine on my walks.
Another great and pine scented day.