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.

Mischief Monday – DISGUSTING! Who Did It?

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Remember yesterday, Mom took JJ and me for a walk with Miss Marcia at the golf course?  We had two great car rides, two great walks before 9:30 a.m., (We had our usual constitutional @ 6:30.) and returned home ready to slurp ourselves silly from the water dish. (it’s the middle one… JJ’s food dish is on the left and mine is on the right.)

Just as I went to plunge my face into the bowl, Mom SNATCHED it and said NO, JET!  She quickly washed the bowl at the sink, refilled with cool water and replaced it before we could get huffy.  What happened Mom?

Well, Jet, this has NEVER happened before.  I saw the water and the color looked a tad yellow.  I put 2 and 2 together and realized one of your feline brothers expressed himself and let me know the litter box did not meet with his sanitary approval.  I can honestly say I do not know who the culprit was.

EWWWW, GROSS! I totally agree Jetty. You saw that as soon as I replenished your water bowl, I swiftly cleaned out the litter box (AGAIN) so there would be no further complaints. 

Mom? Yes, Jetty? I want an investigation of this matter.  I want to sue.  Maybe I should empty my tank in their box!  Jetty?  Yes Mom… Uh, let’s not go there… you know that you have done a few disgusting things with the deposits in their box.  Oh, yeah… uh… never mind.  Good job taking care of the situation Mom.  Thanks my boy.

Another great, clean water day.

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The Shaving Brush Tree

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This past week, one of my new blogging buddies, Bongo, wrote a post about an Indian Paint Brush Tree. Ok, we just tried to find the comment about the Indian Paint Brush Tree on Bongo’s blog and now we can’t.  Maybe it was our friend Rumpy??? Well anyway… we mentioned in our response that we have Shaving Brush Trees here in South Florida; one is hot pink and one is white.  Mom thought the tree died the first time she saw the leaves on the ground and the branches bare.  Now that she’s seen twenty life cycles of the tree, she knows that soon after the leaves fall, the shaving brushes appear!

Today, we passed the pink one in the neighborhood on the way back from walking around this thing called a golf course with Miss Marcia.  You know how JJ and I love to ride in the car with the windows down, especially at 7:15 a.m.!  Mom pulled over and hoped for the best because she dropped her phone at the end of our walk and this button thingie wasn’t working correctly.

Mom took one shaving brush home since today was Spa Day.  Rachel and our BFF, Ruby, helped me “shave” like the manly man I am…

And help JJ “shave” her legs!

Another great shaving day.

6 Degrees of Irish Separation

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JJ and I did not want to dress in green today to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.  Nor did we want to deal with green props, however, we wanted to celebrate the day in some fashion.  Additionally, Mom had this thing called a writer’s block last night.  She decided to “let it go” and see what happened during our walk this morning.  Sure enough, an idea sprung into her head and we discussed the details as we communed with nature.

MOM:  Mom’s special person growing up was Iris McCarthy, who was not Irish herself, but, married to an Irishman.  “Mashy” as she was known, loved animals and shared this love with Mom.  Fritz, one of Mashy’s dogs, was a big, fluffy, black dog who fiercely protected his family, yet had a marshmallow center when it came to loving anyone who Mashy invited into her home.  Mom loved Fritz and feels like he sent me to Mom, because we share similar looks and personality.

JJ:  In the 1800’s, the Scottish wanted a breed of K9 who could tolerate cold water and work in the heavy vegetation in upland Scotland.  By combining the Water Spaniel, the Newfoundland, the Bloodhound and THE IRISH SETTER, the Golden Retriever breed arose.  Fast forward two centuries and we have Miss JJ with her beautiful red coat thanks to her Irish Setter roots.

ME:  My Flat Coat Retriever side derives from a breeding program similar in nature to JJ’s.  Add some Labrador Retriever and Collie DNA into the mix and voila, the Flat Coat Retriever emerged.  My Border Collie side connects to Ireland via Scotland and the British Isles in general.  Apparently, the collie roots do not have precise genealogy like the retrievers.  Let’s just agree that Celtic clans contributed their K9’s DNA to the mix.

Finally, Mom decided to give us naturally green treats this morning after our walk.  Thanks to our friend, Ish, for the Green Eggs.  Hey Ish, you could have brought some Ham … you know Mom… it’s not her thing!

Another great Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

P.S. Happy Birthday to Miss Mary Ann (Dixie’s Mom!)

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So Long Sammy

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Mom learned some sad news this week.  My good friend and neighbor, Samson, the Goldendoodle, officially moved to Sedona, Arizona.  We patiently waited for Sam to return with my human friend, Miss Denise, to introduce all of you to our last pack member.  We waited, and waited, and waited, each time finding out from Miss Denise that Sam would return in a little while.

Sam loved my sister, Koko.  He loved her so much he virtually ignored me when we had play dates in his yard.  Oh sure, the three of us played the chase game at first, circling the clump of plants with a tree in the middle and then racing down the straightaway for about five minutes and then poof, I became invisible.  Mom and Miss Denise laughed and said that Koko must have emitted her “Cougar” pheromones, since she was his senior by about 4 – 5 dog years.

Mom encouraged Miss Denise to join the pet therapy program at Miami Childrens Hospital, which she did.  Sam soared in his therapy dog role and the children enjoyed learning that Sam and Koko were boyfriend/girlfriend!  Sam left for Arizona shortly before Koko fell ill and crossed the Rainbow Bridge.  I looked forward to introducing Sam to JJ and wondered if he would feel the same way about her as he did about Koko.

Since Sam’s yard backed up on Dixie’s yard, sometimes, Miss Mary Ann would pass Dixie over the fence to join the party, while she chatted with Miss Denise and Mom.  On an excellent day, Miss Beverly would hear all the hoopla and bring Neve over.  Miss Beverly lives next door to the right of Miss Denise.  On those special days, we created our own dog park!

With heavy hearts, we wish Sam a great life hiking the trails, chasing the herd (we learned that he hangs out on some kind of ranch at times) and loving everyone he meets.

Another great, but, slightly sad inside, day.

Mulberry Time

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Today I heard booms, not great big ones, but booms nonetheless.   Lately, our neighborhood received a bit of rain, however, the booms stayed away until today.  In between what Mom calls a rain band, she scooted JJ out to take care of her afternoon business.  I avoided eye contact and slowly backpedaled towards my human sister, Rachel, for safety.

JJ popped back into the house, bouncy as always.  If she felt ok about going out, I figured I would try to empty my tank, too.  I ventured to the immediate left of the garage and did my emptying right under the rabbi’s window.

Mom rewarded me with a mulberry since they received a fresh wash from the rain shower.  Mom ate one too and before I knew it, she had a few in her hand.  She decided to ask Rachel to pass a bowl through the window and returned to picking.  I, Jet, the suburban farm dog, helped Mom by eating the fallen purple berries on the ground.

 

For Kodak moment purposes, Mom asked me to sit and wait for her to drop a berry into my mouth.  She had to coordinate holding her phone, me and the berry at the same time!

Another great, delicious mulberry day.

PS… We shared a few with JJ when we went back into the kitchen!

Wordless Wednesday – JJ Needs a Bed (and I Would Not Mind a New One)

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When Mom came across this slide show  the other day, JJ and I picked our favorites for our “PLEASE MOM, CAN WE GET THIS?” list:

The Woolly Bed: JJ would like the sweater in pink to match her collar and leash.

The Plank Bed: The perfect manly man bed for me.

The Suitcase Bed: To show I’m a thoughtful guy, here’s an idea for Puffy and Fluffy.

Another great comfy cozy, reduce, reuse, recycle bed day.

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Pet Hair – Let’s Discuss…

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Sorry for the late post, Mom had this yucky thing called a wicked headache.  She’s not used to such a happening and she tried to make her head and tummy feel better by acting like JJ and I.  She slept, drank lots of water, slept, sneezed, and petted us.  She couldn’t even read, watch tv, or look at the computer without feeling bad.  JJ and I took turns curling up with her in bed.  Even Puffy put Mom’s feelings ahead of his own and allowed Mom to pet him with JJ on the bed at the same time.  Fluffy, ever the chatterbox, acted like a hot water bottle on Mom’s tummy on and off.

Anyway, Mom said she feels well enough to take my dictation now.

Yesterday’s post made a big impact.  We received lots of comments defending pet hair.  I thought I would enumerate (vocabulary builder) some obvious and some lesser known positive aspects of that which sprouts so fluffily from my skin:

  • Source of protein, we can’t help if a stray strand gets into your cooking.
  • Canine Cashmere?  You betcha.  Here’s a link to a video from a website who weaves our fur into fiber!
  • A natural way to help clean oil spills.
  • Shed hair deters skunks, rats, rabbits, deer, and raccoons from your garden.
  • Birds use it to help construct their nests.
  • Can be composted, providing protein and calcium to your soil composition.

The bottom line for Mr. Fancypants and those of a similar nature… relax, breathe, lighten up… life is short, what’s the worst that can happen?  You need a lint brush!

Another great fluffy day.

Mischief Monday – Mr. Ackerman’s Pants

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Last Thursday, one Mr. R. Ackerman, visited Mom at the house.  He came to offer Mom this stuff called health insurance.  Way before they met, Mom asked his helper several times over the phone, “Are dogs and cats ok?”  Mom’s a polite person if I do say so myself.  Repeatedly, said helper responded, “Yes.”

Mr. A entered the house with dressy pants and a proper thing called a business shirt.  He and Mom spoke about stuff I had no interest in.  What did interest JJ and I; making friends with said new person.  JJ did her “how do you do” paw thing multiple times along with her happy wag. I sat like the gentleman I am.  I alternated sitting with standing and generously wagging my fluffy tail to let him know man-to-man I welcomed him into our home.  He responded a little cautiously, a little uncomfortably, like we should know our places.  We do, it’s our house!  We all noticed he kept checking his fancy pants.

On the way out, Mom offered him a lint roller if he felt he needed one.  He declined and said the next time, he would wear jeans!  Really? We did not share our fur with him at all.  I’ll show you fur mischief a la Puffy.

Puffy, making a little mischief in front of Mom’s monitor.  I wanted to make sure you saw his fur.

Office chair after a visit from the Puffster…

Revenge on suitcase when he got stuck in the closet by mistake…

Another great and furry day.

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Did Someone Say Spring Ahead?

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Oh this is EXCITING… Spring ahead… that means breakfast arrived 1 hour earlier… Yippee Yahoo!

Mom and my human sister, Rachel, did not have the same feelings about the change.  Even though they both wanted to fall asleep earlier in order for the time change not to affect them as deeply, they both kept JJ and I awake until the wee hours. (hmmm… strategy??)

JJ and I permitted Mom to sleep until the usual 5 a.m. timeslot.  She strangely popped out of bed and went to the kitchen instead of the office, where she usually works until we nudge her so much she feeds us breakfast.  The clock usually says 6 a.m. at that moment.  Anyway, she fed us at 5, except… she did this twisty thing to the oven clock and POOF! the clock read 6:00 our appropriate breakfast time.

Mom took a BIG nap and Rachel still resides under the covers!

Does that mean dinner arrives an hour earlier too?  I like that idea.

Another great spring forward day!