Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Bet you thought the title would be Superbowl, huh? (Go Giants. See yesterday’s post.)
Last night, JJ, Mom,Dixie, Miss Mary Ann and I headed out for a pack walk. I’m still having residual boom issues causing a strange preference of altering Mom and Miss Mary Ann’s evening route. Dixie required a few rests in Miss Mary Ann’s arms as JJ and I stride at a ratio of probably 1:10 ish. We try to walk at a leisurely pace to allow Dixie an easier way to keep up. Her Mini-Dachshund paws are adorable to watch trot along.
Since JJ didn’t finish her ahem… solid business and I STRONGLY desired to return to the warmth of my hearth (the kitchen), Mom brought me inside and returned outside with JJ and the ladies. Of course,
Little Miss Easy Going, (Jet… Yes Mom? You know.) my sister finished her business quickly and the ladies hung out by our STOP sign chatting.
Soon thereafter, Miss Beverly and Neve joined them for more Girls’ Talk. I heard through the windows lots of laughter, talking, and only a few barks from Dixie. Mom says Dixie still needs final adjustments to JJ while Neve and JJ are already good friends. I think Dixie just misses Koko a lot, which we totally understand.
Jet? Yes, Mom? Would you mind if I finish the story because I’m not sure you could hear what happened next. Sure Mom. You’re a sweetheart, Jetty. Aw shucks, Mom.
Beverly, Mary Ann and I ended our conversation and as the custom goes said our goodbyes to each other’s dogs. We try to pet them as we do so and try not to look like Twister with the leashes. Mary Ann and I, absorbed with our goodbyes, did not pay attention to Beverly petting JJ and wishing her a good evening. Next thing we heard was a burping sound fit for a burly man at pub on St. Patrick’s Day! The three of us burst into hysterical laughter realizing the sound emanated from my slender, feminine, sweet, girlie girl! Mary Ann reminded JJ of her family’s motto… always let it out. Mary Ann, clearly JJ has that covered! Think I can teach her some movement for Excuse Me? Back to you my boy. Thanks Mom.
Another great (let it out?) day.