Wordless Wednesday: Evo the Great

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Mom’s friend, Miss Carmen, referred Mr. Matt to Mom for some stuff we’ll share in the future.  During their first conversation, Mr. Matt and Mom discussed their love of animals.  Mr. Matt did this text stuff and shared a photo of his girl, Evo.  She is one gorgeous Great Dane!

Another great, Dane, day!

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Mischief Monday: You Knew This Was Coming…

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This week, the mischief maker will certainly not surprise you.  Here’s a hint.

Here’s a visual…

Here’s how we feel about it.

Losing power (in good weather) three times in the last three weeks…Hmpf…

Another great to get this off our chests, day.

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Wordless Wednesday – Almost Lost

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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!

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Tasty Tuesday –Daikons and other Radishes

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Thanks to Sugar and Kol for initiating Tasty Tuesdays, today is our sixteenth  participating post!

About ten years ago, Mom read this book called the Fat Flush Diet.  She learned that radishes have the ability to help burn fat.  She decided then and there to learn to love the magenta orb and other radish varieties like the French and especially the watermelon radish found at the Farmers Market!

She grated, sliced and chopped that veggie into every salad she concocted.  She grew them (the Easter egg and watermelon kind) in our backyard. Mom noticed that during certain seasons, the price for organic radishes jumped about 50%.  Enter the Daikon… another member of the radish family.  The price of the white, carrot shaped variety held steady, so Mom tried it.  Because of the shape, she found the daikon easier and faster to chop into her weekly work salads.

As her faithful Kitchen K9s, Koko and I, now JJ and I, receive(d) tidbits of all radish varieties during Mom’s salad making process.   Well, to our surprise, daikons and radishes in general are one of my favorite veggies!  Go figure!  We thought the humans might like a quick, summer recipe while the K9s eat tidbits straight up!  Here’s another recipe to scroll through as well.

Mango-Radish Salsa

Crisp, peppery diced radishes, sweet, juicy mango and tart lime juice have opposing flavors that come together here to create salsa nirvana. Serve with grilled fish, steak or chicken or just put out a dish of it with some crisp baked corn chips.


  • 3 cups diced mango, (about 2 large)
  • 1/4 cup chopped cilantro
  • 1 tablespoon lime juice
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup diced radishes, (about 1 bunch)


  1. Toss mangoes, cilantro, lime juice and salt in a bowl.
  2. Stir in radishes just before serving.
  • Make Ahead Tip: Prepare through Step 1, cover and refrigerate for up to 1 day. Stir in the radishes just before serving.

Another great fat burning daikon day!

The Dating Game Finale – Viewer Voting

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Dear Readers,

Today we ask you to cast votes for the Bachelor you think best suits my sister, JJ. Mom even learned how to construct a poll for the occasion! Yup, techno-challenged Mom now can embed a poll, way to go Mom! Thanks Jetty. Watch out, I had fun, so… maybe I’ll design a poll about you next! Oh Mom, eyes rolling

Anyway, in case you’ve missed The Dating Game series, may I introduce the Bachelors: (Click on their name to read their post.)

Austin W. – Man of Mystery

Simba – Guy Next Door (well 3 doors down actually!)

Jack – Mr. Long Distance

We can’t wait to tally the votes. Oh, Polldaddy tallies (vocab builder) for us? Didn’t know that Mom.

Champ update:

Unfortunately, nothing positive to report; the local bulldog rescues never called back, another rescue is full, another rescue said they would show him on weekends at Petsmart if he arrived/left within the proper time span. Hmpf…

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Recycled Mischief

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Last Monday, Mom JJ and I performed our usual morning routine on the way to our constitutional.  Mom leashed us up, holding my leash in the right hand and JJ’s in the left.  She then switched me to the left to free her right hand to carry the kitchen garbage bag to the edge of the garage.  Mom stooped to add the waste bags, tied up the garbage and hoisted it into the big green can.

similar, not exactly the same…

We accompanied Mom and the green can to the left side of the driveway and parked it where the driveway meets the street.  We repeat this procedure every other Monday with the blue recycle can, parking it on the right side of the driveway where it intersects with the street.  Mom readjusted our leashes and off we went.  The recycling truck usually passes by around 4:00 p.m., following our 3:00 p.m. tank emptying mini-walk.

When we met Miss Mary Ann and Dixie that evening for our constitutional, Mom and Miss Mary Ann noticed glass in the middle of the road right away.  Thinking someone threw a bottle, we moseyed on.  Except small shards of glass, clear, green, brown and blue, glistened all over our exit left route.  Mom and Miss Mary Ann called “glass” as soon as they spotted another grouping all through the walk and kept us on the sidewalks where they existed.  After Mom put JJ and I in the house, Miss Mary Ann and Dixie kept Mom company while she swept the glass into a dustpan in front of our house.  Miss Beverly called Mom later to say that the exit right street had glass all over, too.

Miss Mary Ann called the County’s Recycling office on Tuesday to complain.  Best line EVER – “We don’t recycle glass, it wasn’t us!”  SERIOUSLY? Mom was dumbfounded (vocab builder) when Miss Mary Ann conveyed the conversation.  First of all, GLASS and NEWSPAPERS were the first items RECYCLED beginning in the ‘70s! Miss Mary Ann than called our town’s government who said, “We’ll look into it.”

Guess they’re still looking because we’re still weaving through a trail of glass.  Naughty truck!

Another great, except for the glass, day.

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Tasty Tuesday – Minted Watermelon Sorbet

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Thanks to Sugar and Kol for initiating Tasty Tuesdays, today is our fourteenth  participating post!

We want to apologize for not responding to comments or visiting blogs yesterday.  We may have mentioned a few  bunch of times that Mom’s computer, well, may have existed when the dinosaurs roamed the earth!  We appreciate the length of its usefulness, however, with that DNS virus thingie yesterday, Mom worried…

Anyway, in light of the heat wave blanketing our country, Mom thought a frozen treat could lift the spirits of both bipeds and quadrupeds. Watermelon ranks high on my list of favorite fruits.  Mom provided JJ and I with several tasty tidbits on Sunday evening when she hacked her way through a great big, whole watermelon!  You know what she did yesterday? She SHARED that red fruit with Miss Mary Ann and Auntie Angela.  hmpf.

When Mom made the recipe below, she made it in her Cuisinart Ice Cream maker.  If you do not have one, you can either make the popsicles below or in a granita format.

Minted Watermelon Popsicle

  • 1 1/2 pounds seedless watermelon without the rind, cut into 1-inch dice (about 4 cups)
  • 2 tablespoons sugar
  • 1/4 cup mint leaves, minced
  • 2 teaspoons finely grated lemon zest
  • Pinch of salt
In a blender, puree the watermelon with the sugar until smooth. Stir in the mint, lemon zest and salt. Pour the puree into 8 popsicle molds or 2 standard ice cube trays (insert popsicle sticks halfway through freezing) and freeze until hard, about 3 hours.
Another great, watermelon, day.

Monday Mischief – From an Unexpected Feline

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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!

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Tasty Tuesday – Tropical Mango Chutney

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Thanks to Sugar and Kol for initiating Tasty Tuesdays, today is our thirteenth  participating post!

It’s all about the mangoes in our house again this week.  Right now, we have samples of three varieties: the Hayden – from the Rabbi’s tree, unknown similar to Hayden but larger and yellow with reddish blush from an acquaintance in the neighborhood, and Nam Doc Mai from our own 5 year old tree!

We had a few Nam Doc Mai tidbits after breakfast this morning – DELISH!  The Nam Doc Mai variety hails from Asia and Mom bought a plant about 6 inches tall with 4 leaves 5 years ago at our annual International Mango Festival.  Rachel’s Dad made lots of fun of her, saying she would never get a mango!  Well we have about 15 this year!  Known for their fiber free flesh, they are superior fresh or in desserts.  We used our neighbor’s mangoes for the chutney as the fiber does not matter as much when you blend or cut into small pieces for cooking.

Mom will post the recipe here and the pictures on FB like last week.  Since she did not know if the family that gave her the mangoes had peanut allergies she switched to hazelnuts.  JJ and I, her Kitchen K9s, loved the opportunity to try them once Mom toasted and removed most of the skins.  She also substituted craisins for raisins because she had them on hand.

Chef Allen’s Tropical Mango Chutney

  • 2 lg ripe mangos, peeled, pitted and diced*
  • 1 medium pineapple, diced*
  • ½ c. golden raisins
  • 3 tbs. sugar
  • ½ tsp. ground cumin
  • 1 large cinnamon stick, cracked in half
  • 1 c. grated coconut
  • ½ c. roasted peanuts*
  • 1 tbs. minced red jalapeno
  • 1 tsp. salt

In a medium saucepan, combine the mango, pineapple, raisins, water, sugar, cumin and cinnamon stick. Bring to a boil; reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes. Stir in remaining ingredients and simmer over low heat for 30 minutes more until thickened, adding a little water if necessary. Remove cinnamon stick before serving.

*Denotes all items JJ and I performed QC (quality control) on. We only had the teensiest tidbit of pineapple and remember hazelnuts instead of peanuts.

Another great mango day

Mischief Monday – Lord of the Peacocks

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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.

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