Mischief Monday – Email H-E Double Toothpicks!

Hey it’s Jet here.

Oh boy, this isn’t good.  I needed to communicate privately with Lady Litchfield of LLCD on Friday and … that email thingie well… maybe it was the HORRIBLE week of storms, rain, roof leaking again… I’m not sure… it didn’t work.  So, Mom did other thingies and set her mind to take care of one email issue which many of you shared with her.  Her business email was FULL.  She called Mr. GoDaddy and they helped her with a few issues.  Good so far, right… well… good news/bad news.

Mr. GoDaddy helped her with an ancient problem; he helped her connect her business email to her Outlook thingie.  Sounds great.  He also taught her how to delete 1,000 emails at a time.  Since her mailbox maxed out at 29,000, she felt deeply appreciative.  Mom diligently deleted 16,000 right away and thought she would call it a night.  Follow my math here.  How many remained?  Yup, 13,000!

She popped over to see if that naughty Outlook recovered and … what happened?  Yeah, those of you (most of the world besides poor Mom) know where I’m going…  Outlook began importing 13,000 emails!  Now those of you who read our blog know that our equipment is on the wise and mature side, so, this threw Outlook out of whack.  Mom triggered finger, wrist, forearm and elbow inflammation as she deleted 8,000 emails … ONE AT A TIME!  Yes, I asked why, too.  Well, Mr. Fred has the installation program. Something went goofy awhile back and without that disc, no repair.  Where Mom could at least group by sender previously and delete a little faster, her opening screen now displays in a way that’s unhelpful and she can only do things one by one.  UGH… Poor woman decided to relax by combing JJ and me around midnight.

I made sure she woke up bright and early to yet another yucky day. (We received 6 inches of rain on Saturday alone.) So, on top of all the tech stuff, I’ve had my, uh… you know… storm issues, causing Mom to spend an extra 30 minutes at least twice a day with me.  Little Miss Happy Happy even refused to go out yesterday morning.

So, Mom decided to use her time wisely and go back and delete the remaining 5,000 emails.  Well, Mr. Microsoft decided otherwise.  He repeatedly sent this error message and then the Outlook program shut and reopened ad nauseum.  Clever Mom clicked away in between the 30 seconds to a minute she had each time and managed to get rid of about 4,000.  Sounds not so bad, right?  Nope, now the whole Outlook thingie isn’t working, period.  Yes, she opened, closed, restarted, rebooted, hard shut down, begged, made deals with higher powers… and did other things.  We’re kind of afraid to deal with it.

Mom has a super busy week with classes, fasting and holiday and a possible trip to see my Nana and Poppy, who are both under the weather.  I promised to give Outlook Jetty kisses, we’ll see if that helps.

Another great, except for naughty Outlook, day.

Thanks to Alfie’s BlogSnoopy’s Dog BlogMy Brown Newfies and Luna, A Dog’s Life…for sponsoring the hop!  Click on any of the sponsors to join the hop.

Monday Mischief – JJ’s Delivery Service

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Since JJ’s arrival in mid December, every now and again, she has reorganized a “this or a that”; nothing serious, usually something belonging to the footwear family.

Beginning about a week or so ago, JJ has expanded her delivery service to include some of the following items:

Relocated from the kitchen to the office…

Relocated from my human sister, Rachel’s room to the family room…

Relocated from the kitchen to the family room and the other from the kitchen to parts unknown, redelivered back to the kitchen after a thorough house search by Mom…

Some undergarments have made it into Little Miss I Wish I Had the Proper Delivery Hat’s mouth as well.  (inappropriate to show you…)

While Mom watches tv in the family room, Little Miss Not Too Subtle brings Mom our brushes and combs one by one and places them beside Mom.

Since she currently wears no insignia (vocab builder project VBP), we wonder if she was secretly recruited and hired by:

or

All items arrive in proper condition and are surrendered gently upon request!

Another great delivery day.

Thanks to Alfie’s BlogSnoopy’s Dog BlogMy Brown Newfies and Luna, A Dog’s Life…for sponsoring the hop!  Click on any of the sponsors to join the hop.

Wordless Wednesday – Swimming and Skunking

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Wordless won’t exactly work today…

While Mom and Rachel slid the shutters open at dusk last night, we knew that the Gulf faced the onslaught of Isaac.  Miss Beverly’s daughter and husband evacuated their New Orlean’s home after preparaing 3 houses (family) for Isaac.  Grandma Caz’s, niece-in-law and 120 lb K9 hopefully left their New Orleans houseboat (nephew was out of town).  Sending Jetty kisses, JJ hugs and positive energy from the bipeds to all those affected.

On Monday evening, we met Miss Beverly and Neve outside their garage as we began our evening constitutional.  Miss Beverly invited us into the backyard, since she had just returned from work and wasn’t up to a walk.  Mom had “geared us up” with our raincoats (remember, red for me, purple for JJ and duck yellow for Mom?).  Mom figured she would leave them on, since we exited our garage with modest rain and who knew what Isaac band would arrive next.

Well, Miss Beverly’s yard was a veritable (vocab building project VBP) wonderland.  Her arica palm privacy hedge, which lines the full back of the yard stood in belly deep standing water (picture is an example, not Miss Beverly’s).  Oh the joy of splashing, sniffing, pawing!  Since Mom did not want to venture there (the standing water extended about 6 feet before the palms, I ran the fence line and often disappeared into the palms so that all you could see was my tail imitating a palm frond!

Of course, I had to quench (VBP) my thirst in the best water dish of all, every now and then, raincoat and all!  (Mom did remove it eventually.) Miss Beverly caught me drinking and swimming!

Mom hosed JJ and I down before leaving Miss Beverly’s wonderland.  As we entered Casa Jet, Rachel announced, “what smells like a skunk?”  Uh oh, ol’ Jetty boy got busted… remember the dead possum situation?  I might have investigated that general area… A LOT!  So, at 9:00 p.m., Mom and I had an unplanned spa night.  Hmpf… I thought I smelled interesting!  (Jetty, you smelled RANK (VBP).  I was not going to sleep beside a skunk, I needed my green tea rosemary Jetty boy back!)

Another great wonderland day.

Thanks to BlogPaws for sponsoring the Wordless Wednesday Hop.

Mischief Monday – Neve Does the Drop and Roll

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Well, it’s Sunday evening here at Casa Jet and WE HAVE ELECTRICITY! Tropical Storm Isaac is passing us with bands of downpours and wind gusts.  No complaints as breaks in the bands allowed Mom to take us out for afternoon potty.  We’re hoping to catch another break soon for our after dinner walk?

They expect this rain/wind rhythm to continue through tomorrow as we experience the “dirty side” of the storm.  We’ve had some tornado watches, cross your paws we get rid of those thingies really fast!  Our thoughts and prayers for safe passage go out to those next in Isaac’s path.

*Pawnote: Mom’s transcription was interrupted by a break in the weather.  We walked a FULL evening constitutional.  Mom told me how proud she was that I left the house.  The breeze felt great in my fur!  JJ and I “spoke” to our new golden neighbors, Winston and Dylan who chatted from the fence.

On the lighter side… last Thursday, Miss Beverly sent mom a text message thingie with the following picture:

It seems Neve (usually snowy white) performed her best drop and roll in thebackyard.  The only issue – Miss Beverly is having pool work done and there is a big mound of stuff.  Apparently, Neve rolled in a pile of stuff containing a DEAD POSSUM (Miss Beverly had a human manly man bury it in the yard, since, I, manly man Jetty could not be reached.)

Coincidentally, my Golden Rescue buddy, Jack, had a similar adventure the same evening. Jack had Miss Rebecca transcribe, “BTW I haven’t been on to comment, because I couldn’t resist the drop and roll the other night and lost my computer privileges.”  Dixie performs a carefully crafted drop and roll many evenings during our evening constitutionals.  Miss Mary Ann gives her the naughty speech, something about Dixie-middle name-last name, you are SO GOING TO GET A BATH!  Miss Beverly gave Neve a bath al fresco (on the patio) and Jack got a mini-spa with waterless bath solution.

Does this count for a MM hat trick? Or one giant drop and roll Mischief achievement?

Another great Drop and Roll day!

Thanks to Alfie’s BlogSnoopy’s Dog BlogMy Brown Newfies and Luna, A Dog’s Life…for sponsoring the hop!  Click on any of the sponsors to join the hop.

How Did We End Up With Two Pool Phobic Golden Girls?

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Crazy, crazy, crazy… Two Golden Girls who didn’t get the whole swimming memo thingie!  When Mom adopted Koko back in 2005, she thought Rachel would love having a swim partner in the pool!  To be fair, Mom was pretty excited about swimming with Koko too!  Mr. Fred carried Koko in the first time and … sheer panic!  No graceful doggie paddle, oh no, Koko the calm, sweet, noble K9 clearly thought she was going to die.  For years afterwards, she would trot around the perimeter and keep the family company and that was that.

In the interim, our screen enclosure partially blew  away in Hurricane Wilma, and with biscuit money in less supply, by the time Mom tried pool swimming (as opposed to dog park pond or canal “swamp dog” swimming) with me, I was on leash.  We didn’t swim together often, however, once I learned where the steps were, I would swim a lap or two with a little “encouragement” to enter the water.

Since JJ arrived with many health issues, Dr. Schaffer didn’t clear her for swimming until two weeks ago when her ear check up went well.

In anticipation of the eventual green flag, Mom ordered two 30’ leashes from Soft Lines, to allow for more freedom and the possibility of future beach visits!

Well, Sunday was the day.  Mom decided that she would alternate swimming with me, than JJ, tying the non-swimming K9 onto the patio pole.  I went first to show JJ how swimming goes at Casa Jet.  Forgive the lack of pictures, however as you read about our adventures, you’ll see why.  We will try again when Rachel is with us.

Mom had to “help” my hind paws onto step 1, well into the pool, and then I gracefully swam the perimeter once, got out, shook (30x/min) according to freekibble.com!  Then it was JJ’s turn.

JJ expressed some reluctance, so, Mom talked sweetly and firmly.  She wet Little Miss Mani/Pedi’s paws and gave her a little encouragement as they both entered the pool.  JJ FREAKED OUT! Her front paws splashed wildly, while her back legs did… NOTHING causing her tush to sink.  As Mom immediately went to support her belly with her two arms underneath, JJ’s back paws got Mom in several places. (causing bruising the likes of a loser in a prizefight!) Mom cradled JJ within a minute and JJ regained equilibrium in about another minute as Mom securely held her and spoke to her.  Mom remained in this position with JJ for about 15 minutes, walking in the pool, talking to JJ, rocking her, etc…

Round 2:

We alternated turns again for round 2, Mom knowing in advance what to do for JJ.  Mom and I did 2 laps for round two which garnered (vocab building project) lots of compliments from Mom.  During JJ’s turn, somehow, JJ segued (VBP) from cradle position to overgrown toddler position!  Picture this: JJ’s front paws hugging Mom’s neck, their two cheeks touching like a slow dancing couple, and Mom cupping JJ’s tush like a toddler!  Mom laughed heartily as she remained that way for another 10 minutes or so, walking in the pool, leaning backwards to give JJ the sensation of being horizontal.  She told JJ in her special way she was safe and at moments felt JJ relax.

Turn 3:

I actually entered the pool, all four paws myself, while Mom gently tugged and used her encouraging voice to start swimming.  When I did, I felt like Jetty Phelps or Jetty Lochte with cheering crowds (Mom!) praising me while swimming my final perimeter lap and a half.   She told me the rest of the day how proud she was of my accomplishments! (picture from a few weeks ago in Neve’s pool)

JJ’s turn looked like Round 2, with the toddler pose.  Mom praised JJ for her courage.  JJ even practiced front paw doggie paddle with Mom’s belly support.

We exited the patio, enjoyed a typical spa day and passed out until mid afternoon!  Mom on the other hand, worked on the computer and in the kitchen making Persian meatballs! (saving that for a future Tasty Tuesday!)

Another great swim day.

Reflections from a K9 sitting Rookie

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Today, Mom will share some thoughts on her nine days K9 sitting Austin.

When I offered to take care of Austin while his family (my employer!) enjoyed a much deserved holiday, I never imagined how much I would learn from the experience. My intention was simply to let Austin know he was loved and cared for in the absence of his day-to-day forever family. As many readers know, I have a penchant (vocab builder) for golden retrievers, and dog sitting brought me back to my teen years where I often looked after my Aunt and Uncle’s once-in-a-lifetime golden girl, Brandy.

The first reaction that surprised me came from fellow humans who expressed surprise that I would visit Austin four times a day. My thought pattern followed the “do what you do for Jet and JJ” mentality. I take them out four times a day, why would I treat Austin differently?

As with humans, K9s have their own personalities. Within a day or so, I learned:

  • Austin likes his tush scratched, much like Dixie does!
  • He barely drinks water… at least when I looked. Jet and JJ drink as if they are preparing for a trek in the Sahara.
  • He felt comfortable to ingest breakfast and dinner only when I sat at the kitchen table.
  • You can tell that several members of his human family are left handed. (How you ask? I hold a leash in my right hand and if I’m walking only one dog, usually keep them to the right. Austin, on leash, always exited the house on my left side and naturally stayed on that side. He caught on and quickly adapted most of the time to his right handed temporary caretaker.)
  • He absolutely LOVES fetch, chewing and Frisbee; he needed new toys in my opinion. (read here.)
  • His family warned me about his inability to get along with other K9s. Of course, I brought JJ on Day 1 and he did reasonably well. I would have liked to bring her each night for an evening constitutional, but, I felt another person would have helped at the beginning and … Rachel was not in the mood.
  • His family warned me that he might challenge me during walks. I did not experience this; we did practice non-pulling ideas. I noticed that Austin pulled more walking away from home versus towards home which was contrary to my assumptions.
  • His family warned me that Austin might misbehave if he saw another dog while walking. The few times we passed other dogs; I kept him on my right, stayed calm, and continued walking…no big deal.
  • You can tell his family uses a gentle leader because when he did get excited outside, he looked like one of those beautiful prancing horses that bob up and down while executing fancy footwork!
  • On our evening walks, we passed 2 homes on large, fenced in property, separating 2 dogs on one property and 6 dogs on another. To say they barked like crazy and tracked us on the fence line is a strong understatement. I decided that every time I saw Austin get excited I would get in front of his laser line of vision and ask him to sit. I wish I thought of bringing treats; instead, I praised him and gave him a teensy head massage. He picked up the pattern easily.
  • I waffled on whether he liked grooming like JJ and Jet. They relax at the end of the night as I comb them out. I brought my combs and brushes to see if Austin felt more comfortable. He seemed ok with the idea, he didn’t really relax though.
  • Belly rubs, well they were another story. I sat on the floor with him on all four daily visits, played with him and ended each visit with a belly rub, a head massage and lovies. After giving him his new rope on Thursday, he used the rope like Linus used his blanket, which made me smile.

I will enjoy having my 3 ½ hours a day back, but, I will miss that waggy guy. I may have to ask my boss if I can schedule a visit from time to time.

Another great, little teary saying goodbye to Austin, day.

Wordless Wednesday – Almost Lost

Hey It’s Jet Here.

My human sister, Rachel, dropped her cell phone thingie one too many times recently.  When she returned from her trip last week, her dad took her to the Apple store to determine her precious iPhone’s status.  Mom told JJ and I that teenagers have a higher rate of phone mortality than the average human.

Rachel’s friend/boy saved the night last Saturday, when he figured out how to retrieve the photos stored in her phone and transferred them to Mom’s PC.  Mom copied all the K9 photos and placed them in her “Jetty’s blog” folder for double safekeeping!  Can you imagine if the following gems were zapped into nothingness?

Don’t tell Miss Mary Ann… she thinks Dixie hates dress up!!! Oh I look distinguished don’t I?

 I knew we had better pictures of Simba!

 JJ’s initiation into dress up, courtesy of Rachel and Ruby!

Another great, gem saving day!

Thanks to blogpaws for hosting the Wordless Wednesday Hop.

Monday Mischief – From an Unexpected Feline

Hey It’s Jet Here.

You’ll never guess who the mischief maker was this week?  Our BFF (best feline friend), Savvy, from Savannah’s Paw Prints.  How can she make mischief from across the country you ask?

Well, in a typically sweet and clever comment on July 6, Savvy’s last sentence read,

“And Jet, do you have French pedi’s on your toesies too??”

Mom had to admit to Miss Linda by phone, (they were speaking about a really cool project we have percolating (vocab builder), that she didn’t quite get the reference.  Miss Linda cleared it up by explaining that in my photos, I have little bits of white fluff on my paws which look like a French pedi!  Mom’s lightbulb went on! (Poor Mom, she’s a smidge slow I fear.) Below are my front paws and then back paws.  Mom disturbed my beauty rest, so forgive my mediocre (vocab builder) poses.

I asked Mom to inform Miss Linda to inform Savvy that MANLY MEN like moi DO NOT HAVE FRENCH PEDI’S!!!  Mom thought this was a hoot.  Guys, I have a reputation to uphold… come on, give the ol’ Jetster a break! (Oh and for good measure… Mom’s chemically sensitive and can’t have that polish stuff in the house.)

Oh no, this is doubly embarrassing… Mom went to fetch a picture of Savvy and we saw her elegant French pedis… now we get it even more… perhaps the mischief is on us! 

Bad to worse… we were looking for another photo of Savvy and noticed a post we missed last week on Savvy’s courage getting her nails clipped.  She talked about a French pedi… YIKES… Can you say … MOM AND I TOTALLY MISSED THE BOAT – Mischief on us for sure!  BOL!  We claim too tired to concentrate…well… it sounded good…

Another great, whose mischief is it anyway, day!

Thanks to Alfie’s BlogSnoopy’s Dog BlogMy Brown Newfies and Luna, A Dog’s Life…for sponsoring the hop!  Click on any of the sponsors to join the hop.

Mischief Monday – Mango Madness

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Boy did we have another post in mind for you. Yup, sure did, until Mom decided to make Tropical Mango Chutney for the family that gave her a bunch of mangos on Friday night. While the chutney cooked, she prepared mangos for Mango Bread pudding and a batch of her annual Mango Ketchup. (More on these items on Tasty Tuesday!)

Anyway, working with mangos can be a messy business. Mango juice squirts everywhere, peels slip out of human hands, Mom occasionally misses the garbage when she throws the pits away and mangos stain everything. Did I mention we have a predominantly (vocab builder) white kitchen?

Mom selected the mangos to break down for the bread pudding last. She needed four, however, sometimes you need an extra to make up for some over ripe insides, so, she took five. Apparently, five mangos cannot balance in Mom’s arms and one fell and rolled somewhere on the floor. She placed the four on the counter and returned to the fridge area to retrieve number five.

Where did the mango go? Mom could not find it anywhere. Since I remained firm in my Kitchen K-9, guarding blocking the fridge area, she kind of poked underneath and around my soft, clean, handsome smelling fur (this morning was spa day!) with no success.

Case solved.

Another great mango day.

Thanks to Alfie’s BlogSnoopy’s Dog BlogMy Brown Newfies and Luna, A Dog’s Life…for sponsoring the hop!  Click on any of the sponsors to join the hop.

Before and After…

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Oh gosh, I thought this day would NEVER arrive.  Check it out… I woke up and I still looked like this…

We had breakfast, went for a walk and then we saw the towels come out of the closet.  Mom said, “Come here, Jetty, guess what?  This is coming OFF!” and she unsnapped nine times and poof after 4 weeks I was a free boy!

We followed Mom into her room, then bathroom and laid on the floor for pre-spa comb outs.

Afterwards, I fell for the Zuke’s treat encouragement and trotted into the shower.  JJ needed some convincing.

Mom shampooed JJ and I and told each of us how pretty/handsome we looked and smelled.  Oh she’s a charmer that Mom!  (Jetty, I meant every word, I love how you two smell when freshly Buddy Washed!)

Mom gave each of us a quick towel dry in the shower and then sprung us.  JJ did her side stroke doggy paddle action on the tile while I, Jet the Sophisticated, hopped on Mom’s soft bed and rolled on her comforter!

Mom prefers when we drip dry in the office, on the tile while she works on the computer.  So, here we are.

Another great, I’m cone free, day!