Them Bones…

Hey It’s Jet Here.

We have a bone to pick chew with our neighborhood gardeners.  We’ve written about this subject before, however, last night, the subject arose again.

JJ, Mom and I ambled (vocab builder) down the street towards the corner where we often meet Miss Mary Ann and Dixie.  I like to stop off at the house before the corner, formerly known as the haunted house. (Rachel gave the house that moniker (vocab builder) when the prior owners lived there.) Four humongous trees stand at intervals of about 6 feet, give or take, surrounded by bushy green plants called spiders. (EWWWW, that’s a goofy name.) The plants reach the perfect height for emptying my tank.

Anyway, I pulled Mom to the right to signal my preference for the second tree.  Instead of the usual “empty the tank” stance, Mom noticed my whole head disappeared into the spider web! (the plants, not the real type of web!)  She thought I found a gecko and continued talking to Miss Mary Ann as she and Dixie approached us from the corner.  When Mom registered that my head went missing, she gave a tug and up I popped with a buried treasure – a chicken bone!  Mom rushed over and I dropped it before she had to open the jaws of Jetty!  She complimented my behavior and off we went.

She told Miss Mary Ann how frustrated she felt because the various gardening crews (the picture is just an example, not our neighborhood!) continue to leave chicken bones in all of the neighborhood yards which signaled to this fine K9 – Dig for buried treasure!  I know, I know, chicken bones can be perilous for us K9s, Mom’s looking out for my safety, Mom gives us safe bones at home, blah, blah, blah… give a guy a break!  Them bones are good!

Another great buried treasure day!

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Ahhh… Afternoon Siesta and Evening Meaty Bone

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

When Mom gets home from working at the Farmers Market, we keep her company while she unloads the car.  JJ and I then hang out in the kitchen as Mom puts things away and piles the dirty items in the sink.  Since the clock ticks way past noon, Mom prepares a late lunch and savors the ability to sit down after 5+ hours on her feet.  We accompany her under the table.  After cleaning dishes and her work items, we gear up for a quick tank emptying and then…. it’s Siesta time!

I usually snuggle with Mom for a bit, and depending on lots of stuff, I may move around the room.  Yesterday, JJ and I napped the whole time on Mom’s bed.  The only bad part – JJ continued to CHEW Mom’s wool blanket, hidden underneath her comforter.  Mom was NOT amused.  She scolded JJ and asked her, “Would you chew a sheep?”  No response from the Chewminator.  We woke up refreshed and ready for the balance of the day.

I tried very hard to extend my walking time last night.  As we turned the corner towards my friend, Dixie’s house, I saw the silhouette of a beautiful girl, heritage undetermined due to lack of light.  I pulled and barked so loud that – Jet, look away from the post for a moment.  Why, Mom?  Because I asked you to, Jetty.  Ok Mom.  He barked so loud and for the length of about 3 houses that he covered the sounds of the pops going on in the neighborhood.  Ok, back to you my boy!  Thanks Mom!  I couldn’t catch up to her, so I returned to my evening constitutional.  We completed our typical morning rectangular route and Mom acted very happy when we unleashed in the garage.  She looked at JJ and me and said those delicious words, “I’ve got a special treat for you.”  My tail did the happy wag when she pulls the bag of frozen meaty bones out of the freezer.

As chief of the fur family members I rightly get the biggest bone.  JJ, Miss Chewminator, loves bones as much as I do.  We go to our respective special spots and start chomping.  I worked on my bone for almost four hours.  Mom threw it away because I cracked it into sharp edges.  JJ eats her bones in a more lady-like style.  We went out to empty tanks before bed and kept Mom company as she and the felines did their nighttime rituals.

Meaty bones and naps, Sunday bliss!

Another great (Sun)day.