Melatonin Mishap

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Glad to be back today.  Thanks to my feline brother, Puffy, for acknowledging an appreciating my interventions between JJ and the felines.

Yesterday, I snoozed through my alarm duties twice.   I typically wake up between 4 and 5:30 depending on whether I emptied my tank before bed the night before.  If you’ve read my posts since Christmas, you will know that I’ve struggled mightily with the booms after dark in my neighborhood.  At worst, I nudge Mom with my wet nose or lightly brush her left arm with my paw at 6, give or take 5 minutes either side.  My back up belly alarm somehow knows that 6 is the magic number for breakfast.

6:24 – yup, that’s what Mom’s telephone said when her eyes flipped open.  JJ and I, unfazed by the hour, were both sprawled out on the bed.  Mom sprung out of bed, speed walked to the kitchen, fed the felines and K9s, tapped my human sister, Rachel’s door, let her know the time, and zipped back to the kitchen to leash us up.  JJ and I enjoyed a leisurely stroll with carefully selected (meaning – took them FOREVER) solid waste sites.  Mom kept urging us to hurry up; she had to walk Rachel into school for some reason and needed to shower and leave the house before 7:10.

Mom had a 6:00 appointment in the evening. She set her phone alarm for 5:40  to mark the end of our power nap.  My belly alarm got stuck in the off position again, like mom’s phone alarm setting.  Mom woke up at 6:12.  I NEVER miss my 6 p.m. internal dinner bell.  Mom changed outfits and quickly fed us before she left.   Upon arrival, the ladies in the group gently told Mom that her shirt seemed inside out!  Whoops. Mom laughed right along with the ladies.

Mom mentioned that this thing called my melatonin cycle might have gotten off track because:

  • of all the booms,
  • causing me not to empty my tank before bed,
  • causing me to rise earlier than normal,
  • causing me to need more naps.

Maybe Mom’s melatonin cycle fell off track, too.  I think we both need a reboot!  Sorry Mom for disrupting our schedule.  No worries Jetty, part of life, we do our best.  I appreciate your thoughtfulness my boy.  It’s 6:01 a.m. and you just nudged me with your nose, I’d say that’s a good sign!

Another great back on time day.

My Two Human Peeves

Hey, It’s Jet Here…

Ok, I just have to get this off my fur.  Mom says she has pet peeves, like when a person puts their right blinker on and changes three lanes to the left or vise versa.  Well Mom, I have two HUMAN PEEVES today.

First:  Just because you humans think moving Mother Nature’s clock around is a good idea; don’t expect us K-9s to jump on board.  We’ve already discussed my “It’s Another Great Day Alarm” and my “Belly Alarm” in a prior post.

So I did what I always do, this morning I woke you at 5:00 a.m./4:00 a.m.  You were a nice enough Mom to feed me at the “new” 4:30 a.m. allowing me to do this thing called transitioning to the new time.  Then again this evening, my belly alarm went off at the “new” 5:00, accurate as always under the previous schedule.  You tried to do this distracting stuff like unload the dishwasher and reload the dishwasher, knowing that I love licking the remnants… pretty clever.  Thanks for feeding me @ 5:40 p.m. allowing for that transition stuff again.  Oh yeah, I really appreciated the super big bone from the freezer after our walk tonight.  I guess that made the time change stuff ok.

Second:  You can call it an Elizabethan collar but, let’s face it, you humans call it the “Satellite Dish” and the “Cone of Shame”, which hurts our feelings.  What do you know; at most you humans wear a little squishy Whiplash collar, big deal.  Jet, I must interject here.  We put the collar on you because unlike Dr. Shaffer, you did not attend Vet school.  Your helpful nursing of your assorted boo-boos has cost me a great deal of $$.  You are quite the trooper about the “Cone of Shame”, I mean collar.  The fact that you permitted our young human friend, Ruby, to put the crown on, well… just shows what a fine character you have.  I’m proud of you.  Thanks Mom.

Another almost great day.