Wordless Wednesday – Playing Footsie

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Ruby rang the doorbell on Monday and asked Mom if she could say hi to JJ and me.  She had snazzy black boots on.  When she came into the kitchen, Ruby asked Mom if she could pet us with her feet because it felt good.

We liked it too!

Another great footsie kind of day!

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Mom FINALLY brought me to the Market

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Mom got this thing called laid off from the Farmers Market, which made her sad.  Since she had to hand in her last receipts, I decided  suggested I go with her to visit her vendor friends.  Also, I thought it only fair since JJ went for a special car ride on Thursday.  (more about that another time.)

Yesterday, our friend, Amanda, called us from the Cayman airport to say that she and her son, Will, were flying up for 2 days and would Mom like to meet them at the market. (Will really enjoys the market when he visits.) Mom kept  their visit a surprise.

Will took some of the pictures and walked me better than Mom, according to Mom.

Me, waiting politely while Mom spoke with Miss Karin.

Miss Karin telling Mom about her new gluten free items.  Mom taste tests for her.

Sniffing out the best tomatoes…

Learning about Italian olive oil… I LOVE olive oil… 

If Mom REALLY loved me…

I met some new acquaintances:

 

Hey Mom, when can we go back, when? when? when?

Another great Farmers Market Day.

We Heart Thursdays

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Ours resembles this style

JJ, Puffy, Fluffy and I love Thursdays; the day of the week when Mom does most of her work from home.  We get the Thursday feeling as soon as we wake up because Mom compiles the stuff from all the smelly receptacles into the kitchen garbage can.  Then, she cleans out the eau de ammonia smelling cat litter box extra well and puts that bag into the kitchen garbage all before serving us breakfast!

After our morning constitutional, either she gets ready to drive my human sister to school, or, she may get right to the business of working on the computer.  Usually, she will snuggle with us for a mid morning nap to allow her brain to rest for a little bit.  Mom heads out during the middle of the day for about two hours.  Twice, she took me with her in the car and said, “Jetty, we’re going to sneak into this building REALLY, REALLY fast because they do not allow dogs.”  Huh? What human invoked that silly policy?

We scampered into the front door swiftly found this stairwell thingie and I stopped.  I never saw what you humans call stairs before.  Mom coaxed me quickly up three flights of stairs, which, I did not especially enjoy.  We took a rest on the floor for about 10 minutes, waiting to meet Miss Eileen.  While Mom petted me, a human exited one of the offices in a moving chair.  She paused by me and asked if she could pet me.

I never saw a moving chair before.  If you’ve read my blog for awhile, you know I love females.  I went right over to her, meeting her knees with my nose.  Mom told her about my sister, Koko, doing pet therapy at the Miami Childrens Hospital as the woman gave me lots of lovies.  When the lady wheeled her chair away, Mom said lots of special words to me including how proud she was.  She hugged and kissed me and massaged my head and ears.

Eileen arrived shortly after and I welcomed her Jetty style.  She let me sit on her fancy couch while she chatted with Mom.

Another great, sneaky and giving back day.

Cyber Pals

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Miss Wendy began writing to me early in my blogging career.  Every day, she sends me hugs and kisses from her whole family, tells me funny stories, asks about our family members’ health and compliments Mom and me.  We look forward to seeing Miss Wendy’s daily comment in the queue.  We finally met Miss Wendy at the GRSF reunion in January.  Unfortunately, her fur family did not feel comfortable attending.

Mom told me that before home computers, humans did this thing called write letters to pen pals.  Pen pals came in a few varieties:

  •  You met each other briefly (like on vacation) but lived far away.
  • You never met in person however through your letters you built a relationship.
  • Due to circumstances you and your pen pal lived apart for a time. (military service, college)

Through Miss Wendy’s comments, we feel like we know Cassie, Rex and Barkley.  Cassie, a rescue from Golden Rescue South Florida, like JJ and I, feels like my twin sometimes.  We have several behaviors in common.  Rex sounds like he has a big personality in a small package.  Barkley seems like a cool dude I would enjoy hanging out with.

The other day, Mom emailed Miss Wendy to request pictures of her K9s to match faces to names.  Mom and I oohhed and ahhed upon seeing beautiful blond Cassie… (I can feel a cyber crush building.) 

Adorable Rex – he and JJ would play really well together…

And handsome, chilled out Barkley – bet we could watch sports together…

Lucky for us, as cyber pals we can share images which enhance our connections.

Another great cyber pal day.

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Palm Ponderings

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For my Spring Semester Scooby Doo Academy Psychology class, we must run experiments.  After one of our morning constitutionals last week, Mom pointed out a possible opportunity.  Living in South Florida, lots of governmental humans feel the urge to plant rows of palm trees on major roads to increase the “elegant” factor.  I’m certainly not complaining; they provide wonderful sniffing and emptying the tank locations.  One certain side effect for the homeowners; palm fronds routinely falling and blocking sidewalk and driveway access.

The scent of a downed palm frond always catches my attention.  I must smell the whole frond, no matter which section I encounter first.  Some fronds measure 6-8 feet which gives Mom and JJ time to practice their patience skills.

When we confronted one such frond placed like the middle stick of a capital H on the sidewalk, here’s what happened: (broken down for scientific research purposes…)

  • I stopped just shy of the frond, causing Mom and JJ to break their forward momentum, unexpectedly.
  • JJ and Mom looked around admiring the morning while I began my sniffing circuit.
  • After deciding the frond contained satisfying, yet not outstanding scents, I intuitively placed two paws in front of the frond and two paws behind it lining up the frond’s center directly under my belly.
  • You know where this is going, right?  Yup, gave it a thorough “Jet was Here” tank emptying!
  • You know what JJ did? Nothing, she daintily skirted the frond around its left edge and moved along.
  • You know what Mom did?  Nothing, she daintily leapfrogged over the frond.

Initial Conclusion:  Men are still from Mars and Women are still from Venus!

Another great psychological day.

Sympawny #14

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Since I felt the need to report on the Westminster show in a timely fashion, I fell behind on the last Valentines occurrence this week.  When Mom, JJ and I went for our morning constitutional at 6:15 a.m., on Valentines Day, the sky was still dark.  Mom carries a flashlight in case we need to see something along the way.  Unexpectedly, we encountered the following:

  • Buddy, the Golden Retriever, barking a baritone staccato Valentines greeting.
  • We rounded the corner to catch a sonorous bay from Max, the beagle.
  • Lola and her new schnauzer sister contributed a frantic mid range duet.
  • Dixie, the mini Doxie, performed her rhythmic soprano bursts of barking.
  • Abby, the Border collie, must have had laryngitis or slept in.
  • Cody tried to conduct (small hint of Napoleon complex with this guy, but, he’s too cute, so, we cut him some slack.) and finally agreed to a protracted barking segment.
  • Freddy the poodle, the elder statesman, made sure everyone stayed on key.
  • Pebbles, the Kathleen Turner voiced boxer, gave her whoa, whoa, whoa solo and tried to purloin my attention from Freddy, Cody, JJ, Mom and Mr. Richard. (No luck this time.)
  • Lola the chocolate lab gave a far away bark from the back part of her house.
  • Vance, Vilda, and Rex, (the Westies and … not sure what heritage Rex has) flew out their doggie door and added a percussion component like a washboard from the wire mesh covering their metal gate.  They became so excited as we passed, they created a three-part fast paced harmony in a loud, slightly squeaky tone.
  • Simba slept in as far as we could tell, as did Neve.

By the time we reached our lawn again, I realized we spontaneously created SYMPAWNY #14, an ode to Valentines Day.  I never realized the vast array of musical talent we have on one oblong block.  Now, if we had just recorded the piece for posterity.  Darn.  Guess we’ll have to go for a future jam session.

Another great and symphonic day.

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Mom Got Mushy, Ok, I Got Mushy

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To maintain my Manly Man reputation, I will lead you to believe that celebrating Valentine’s Day, well, it’s mushy.  The whole kiss thing, lovey dovey stuff seems artificially elevated for one day in February.

However, if you read between the fur, you will learn the truth; I love when Mom gives me lovies.  Before GRSF rescued me, I … too painful to write about… let’s say I did not receive lovies.  Here are the lovely things Mom does with me:

  • She stops everything when I nuzzle her a certain way and gives me a short massage and tells me how much she loves me in a soft voice.
  • She understands when I’m too scared to leave the house.
  • She will take me out at whatever time my courage returns to keep me comfortable.
  • She permits me to cuddle up on our her bed.
  • She calls me all sorts of special names.
  • She makes sure I receive yummy, healthy kibble, delicious dental treats and tidbits when she cooks.
  • She pampers me during spa day with special treats and manly man smelling shampoo.
  • She opens the windows for me when we ride in the car, even if she would prefer the a/c.
  • She brought JJ into the house so I did not stay an only dog after Koko passed.
  • She generously transcribes my thoughts for my blog posts.
  • She brings us to places where we can run leash free and have play dates.

For all these reasons and more, I love you Mom.

Jetty? Yes Mom.  May I write a bit?  Sure, go ahead.

Your list brought tears to my eyes.  You and I truly bonded after about 10 months.  I’m so grateful to have you in my life.  You possess equal parts humor, sweetness, kindness, and energy.  My list would occupy pages and pages; I’ll continue to tell you and show you how full my heart feels every day.  Happy Valentines Day my boy, I love you, too! 

Another great and mushy day.

Eat Mom’s Books

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A while back, Mom came across a wonderful website for her Kitchen Counselor newsletter, Servings, as well as her personal cookbook collection called Eat Your Books.  The premise:

  • You input the names of cookbooks, magazines and blogs that you follow,
  • When you want a recipe, you can search all of your personal sources in seconds,
  • If you want, you can then grab the source in your own home!

Mom reads A LOT.  She describes her speed as that of a turtle, however, she happily travels down the pages one by one, whether the page belongs to a book, magazine or a computer screen.  She always has reading material in bed, using anything from a strand of yarn to a magnet, to a laminated style bookmark.  Over the years, I may have, on occasion, batted a book with my paw, or swished one with my tail sending them flying to the floor.  One of my more mischievous moves would cause the book to fall behind the bed.

Mom recently finished two books by this guy, Clive Cussler.  She loves his books when she needs a fast read.  Since she follows several of his series, they feel like old friends.  Auntie Liz gave her a book by Geraldine Brooks called People of the Book for Hannukah.  Mom began reading it last Sunday night.

Day one: Mom’s yarn bookmark went missing.  JJ and I blamed the felines.  Day two: Mom replaced it with a bigger, sturdier bookmark.  Day three: Mom went to read a few more pages before bed and this is what she found.

Now, I’ve already confessed my literary adventures, so I’m not throwing anyone under the food bowl, but…. It wasn’t ME.  I would suggest it might have been a reddish/golden K9 of the female persuasion.  Mom’s a trooper, she’s gently continues turning the pages.

Another great, literary day.

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I’m Singing in the Rain

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Ok, I did not exactly sing in the rain late last night, let’s say I had that Gene Kelly glorious feeling of enjoyment in the rain.  Miss Mary Ann and Dixie came over last night by car because Dixie does not like her undercarriage to get wet.  The rain began when they tried to head out for a walk with us.

Mom, unaware of the weather change, welcomed them into the house for a visit and leashed JJ and I up with our raincoats while Mom and Miss Mary Ann spoke.  As you may have guessed, I could not muster enough courage to leave the garage.  Mom and JJ looked like Laker fans with their duck yellow (Mom) and purple (JJ) outerwear.

About an hour later, my tank let me know it needed emptying NOW.  I barked and nudged Mom while she worked on the computer.  She asked me if I wanted to try to go out again; I answered by trotting to the garage door and stepping into my harness.  The rain diminished to a light drizzle and Mom figured I would scoot to the side of the house, empty my tank quickly and sidle back inside the garage.  She gambled and we left sans outerwear and sans garage door clicker.  Good thinking Mom… until…

I realized that the drizzle felt refreshing on my back.  The side of the house did not evoke any tank emptying urges and I led Mom diagonally away from the house.  She did not want to interrupt my momentum and off we went.  I passed a favorite pole on my young friend, Ruby’s yard.  I passed a provocative patch of grass on Roger and Vicky’s yard as the rain frequency and volume increased.  I passed the first of three favorite tall thin trees on the next yard and FINALLY decided the second tree had the right mojo for tank emptying.  By then, I found my swagger and wanted to continue my constitutional.

Mom led me into a U-turn because by this point, we both looked like this thing called very wet.  With my nose tenderly sniffing the ground on the return trip, smelling all the wonderful scents lifted by the rain, I barely registered my water saturation.  Gotta give Mom some credit, she gave me smell time on the way back, even though the rain strength increased.  Mom heard and saw Gene Kelly performing “Singing in the Rain” in her mind’s eye as I took her on the scenic route home circling trees, following hedge lines,  and tracing semicircle driveways with my paws over the three yards on the opposite side of the street. 

Another great day (and night in the rain.)