Musical Hooves

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Last night, right before our exceptional evening walk, (why exceptional in a moment), JJ rediscovered a hoof from some hidden corner in the house.  She jostled the hoof around her mouth like a human child clunkily rolls a giant jaw breaker around their mouth.  The cracking, gnawing noises emanating from her jaw got my attention as we both awaited our leashes at the kitchen/garage door.

The moment JJ dropped the hoof to regroup her positioning, I snapped it up.  Mom, ever the fair minded soul, immediately hunted, procured, unwrapped and provided a new hoof to JJ to keep things fair and square.  Giving us a moment to simultaneously enjoy our hooves, she readied herself and then us for the walk.  With confidence, she removed the hooves from our mouths, stating we would get them back post constitutional.

No one joined us for our “to the left, square route”.  Mom left messages for Miss Mary Ann and Miss Beverly just in case.  We met a dad and his two year old son, Daniel, along the way.  JJ politely shook paws and received pets.  Mom gave my head kisses while the Dad showed his son how fluffy my rear half was.

About three houses away from home, just like in Western movies such as Tombstone, a line of moving beings approached us.  Anthony, Sabrina, Miss Mary Ann and Dixie waved and wagged and we joined them for the full “to the right, loop route” walk.  Exceptional!

We quickly retrieved our hooves upon reentry into the kitchen and proceeded to play musical hooves for an hour in the family room and another hour in the office while Mom experimented with her technically updated Kitchen Counselor blog. (Improved, not quite there yet.)

For some reason, we got this thing called rambunctious and almost began fighting over the hooves.  Mom used her firm, “Uh Uh” voice and removed the hoof in question.  She said unless we each had a hoof to enjoy, no one would have a hoof.  She removed one hoof twice over the next while and we quickly got the message, settling back down with our hooves.  Mom cannot figure out why we like to switch hooves so often.  Mom, some behaviors must remain K9 mysteries!

Another great chewy day.

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2 thoughts on “Musical Hooves

  1. Hi sweet Jetty – sorry wrting to you so late I fell asleep watching TV on the couch! I enjoyed reading about how you and JJ play musical hooves and your description of chewing it! We had two dogs once that did the same thing – one would chew the rawhide get it all softy and mushy then the other dog would take it from her then they would each chew then exchange again – it seems they both thought what the other one had was better! kinda like small children!

    sending sleepy goodnight hugs and kisses to you, JJ, Mom, Rachel, Puffy and Fluffy xoxoxo

    • Hey it’s Jet here. Hi Miss Wendy. No worries Miss Wendy, we’re still awake here in Casa “Hunger Games!” My human sister and friends are preparing a meal for 12-15 to bring to the premier night when they will be on line for almost a half a day. They’re cooking for 3 days and Mom jumped in to add some Kitchen Counselor organization!

      Oh, that sounds funny and familiar if you substitute hooves or marrow bones!

      Hoping Mom will go to sleep soon and take us with her!

      Sending sleepy Jetty kisses and JJ hugs back to you, Mr. David, Jacob, Cassie, Rex and Barkley. xoxoxoxo

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