Mischief Monday – No On, No Off

Hey It’s Jet Here.

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Mom, JJ and I frequently watch TV in Mom’s bed.  She has this thingie called a DVR which allows us to watch our favorite shows like The Dog Whisperer, Dogs 101, Tanked, as well as lots of Miami Heat games.  (If you’ve read our blog for awhile, you know Mom LOVES basketball.)  She says my handsome black fur is perfect for the Heat’s colors (red/black with a little white, orange and yellow thrown in.)  Oops, I digressed again.

Anyway, last week, when Mom felt ill, she recorded the Heat/Pacer game 6, thinking she would catch up when she felt better.  My human sister, Rachel, kept Mom company until she wanted to go to sleep.  Mom thought she would watch the game to distract her from her tummy discomfort.  She picked up the remote control and… nothing…  She pushed two buttons in sequence, just in case our paws had confused the remote, which happens on occasion.  Nothing… She called Rachel in to turn on the set manually, determined the tv made her feel worse, called Rachel in again to turn it off and decided to deal with the remote later.

The next afternoon, she tried again…nothing.  Once the tv went on manually, everything worked except ON/OFF and VOLUME.  Now here in the tropics, when the air conditioner goes on, you always need to increase the volume and vice versa when the cycle ends.  Also, those tricky TV people make the commercials louder than the programs.

Mom tried switching the batteries, switching the remote from the family room… nothing…

Mom’s TV will celebrate its 20th birthday later this year, so, she appreciates the service it provides.  For now, we think the mischief belongs to the remote!!!

Another great, except for No ON/OFF, day.

Jumpin’ JJ

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Sorry again for the late post, Mom had a busy day at the Farmer’s Market.

This morning, during our constitutional, Mom told JJ and I about how this week, jelly beans hold a prominent spot for humans.  She explained the colors, flavors, and sizes making JJ and I do this thingie called salivate. (Vocabulary builder…)  That got Mom thinking about Mexican Jumping Beans.

Mom never really knew what a Mexican Jumping Bean was, grownups used the term when kids had lots of energy and bounced around a lot.  Mom’s mind then segued to March Madness. She watched a portion of the Kentucky/Louisville game yesterday on a break.  You know I think I must face the fact I’m becoming a basketball fan by default.  The players sure can jump.  Mom explained they jump to shoot the ball for points as well as jump to fetch the ball, which they call rebounding.

Mom’s mind jumped next to JJ and me during the last few days.  She told us that we were acting like jumping beans, especially JJ, who she said could probably help rebound basketballs, too!  Mom said this music group called the Rolling Stones sang a song called Jumpin’ Jack Flash.  That’s when it hit her… Jumpin’ JJ!

Another great jumpin’ day!

YESSSSS!

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Mom told me she listened to this human named Marv Alpert call the NY Knicks’ games on the radio as a young girl.  If you’ve read my posts for a while, you know Mom LOVES basketball.  Now, this Marv Alpert guy calls games for the whole NBA on television.  In sports, commentators become famous for certain phrases they say during games.  Mr. Marv loves to say YESSSSS! when a player makes an outstanding play or shot.  Here’s a link so you can listen and know what Mom’s talking about.

Tonight, Mom, JJ and I headed out for our evening constitutional.  As you know, I’ve struggled to complete my evening walks.  My courage meter quivered over the last week and a half for a few different reasons:  the booms, the neighbor’s car door, the sirens, the helicopters and other assorted sonar experiences.  We tried taking our left square route, which I have refused to follow of late.

I felt good.  I emptied my tank here and there, did two solid businesses reminding everyone Jet Was Here and practiced my trot and swagger.  Mom said “Uh uh” in her deep, “I’m serious” voice twice along the way when I started to hesitate and assume my, “I’m not budging stance.”  Otherwise, we pleasantly passed familiar houses and lawns.

As we rounded the corner on our street, Mom heard Mr. Marv’s voice say YESSSSS! in her mind and knew that I would share the same feeling of accomplishment.

Another great, “YESSSS I did it!” day.