Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Can I just recap the week? Tough stuff I tell ya…How much is a guy supposed to endure?
Saturday: Booms, pops, streaky lights and smoke for hours on end with lots of screaming. Go out? You must be kidding!
Sunday: A few booms, good amount of pops, can’t trick me into going out, uh uh.
Monday: Pops sprinkled throughout the afternoon and evening. Mom tries to strategically take me out. Mary Ann and Dixie come over for extra support. We walk down the block 3 houses, I hear a pop and that’s the end of that.
Tuesday: Less pops, my human sister, Rachel, tries to work her magic with me. Even she can’t convince me to leave the garage.
Wednesday: Random pops, I make it to the canal in the backyard for a quick tank emptying and scurry back into the house.
Thursday: Mary Ann and Dixie visit again. I join the pack for about 5 minutes, empty my tank quickly, hear the pop before the humans and Mom brings me back to the house and continues the walk with the girls.
Last night: I make it to the stop sign at the corner of my yard, empty the tank, pause, and then signal to go home. When Mom and JJ continue to walk, Mom notices fireplace smells. She realizes that’s why I continue my reluctance to walk. You see, the border collie part of me instinctively knows fire equals danger for my herd. (herd in the loosest sense here.) Why would I put any of us in danger? So, I go from fearful to protective and smart as a whip in one night! Jetty, I think you’re putting a spin on things, to a degree. I’ll give you the border collie instinct if you admit to working on your fear. Well… Ok, Mom, I can do that. I’m proud of you, Jet.
Another great, when will this stuff end? day.