Hey It’s Jet Here.
Oh this guy earned the Monday Mischief title, yes he did. (Thanks to Miss Mary Ann and her I-Phone for all the pictures.)
Since Thursday, when Miss Mary Ann and Mom decided to take a new evening constitutional route which included part of our weekend morning route in reverse order, this guy required a lesson from the Jetster.
Here’s how the situation went down for three consecutive (vocab builder) nights.
At about ¾ through the route, Mom and Miss Mary Ann scout Mr. Peacock on the lawn at 2:00 (if you look at a dial watch.) Dixie, JJ and I notice too and stand attentively, focusing on Mr. Fancy Feathers.
Mom readies her body for the upcoming lunges from JJ and me. Mr. Peacock stands there indifferent to my demands (which I deliver with barking while lunging for emphasis.) Instead of standing down or Mom allowing me to herd him to show my leadership, what does he do? THIS!
Oh yeah, can you believe it? He looks down on us like a President in a dictatorship (vocab builder)! Seriously? To make matters more infuriating (vocab builder) he proudly poses for photos. Hmpf… supreme mischief maker I say!
Another great, except for Mr. Fancy Feathers, day.