Ladies, Ladies – Can’t Stop to Chat Right Now

Hey, It’s Jet Here. 

Last night, Mom took JJ and me out early for our evening walk so she could drop my human sister, Rachel, off at the hospital to visit her Grandma and make her meeting on time.  Mom described the sky color as violet mixed with deepening blue, the final colors of light before the night sky takes over.  We proceeded in the counter clockwise version of our morning rectangular route. 

We immediately heard our friend Dixie barking up a storm.  I think she tried to tell us her Mom was not home yet, why were we walking so early?  Then, as we passed Vance and Vilda’s house, they went bazonkers.  I think they asked us say hi at the fence.  When we did, the racket hurt Mom’s ears; we returned to the street and kept going.  As we rounded the corner, Pebbles, the large boxer with a deep, low pitched Kathleen Turner voice, dared me to play “chase me up and down the fence.”  I wanted to oblige and pulled hard mimicking Pebbles’ moves from the street.  Mom made it clear that we didn’t have time and kept moving towards the next corner.  

Within a minute of turning our second corner, Jet, (yes, we have another Jet in the neighborhood, hmph!) the black and white cocker spaniel goes apoplectic behind her fence on the opposite side of the street.  Her human told Mom she’s afraid of big dogs.  Sorry to learn of this, we always hope for an opportunity to meet and break preconceived notions.  I never talk back to Jet even though she boisterously speaks at least two to three houses’ worth.  

We caught Lola and her new schnauzer sister outside too.  They speak in high pitched, rapid fire tones ad infinitum.  The only occasions I have to reply in person occur in Samson’s or Dixie’s yards.  Since they speak German, I told them in raised voice (to get their attention) that I could not understand what they’re saying.   They seemed irritated and intent to get their message across.  We rounded the next two corners back to our house in time to meet Mom’s tight schedule.  

Mom said I reminded her of this guy named Tom Jones! 

Another great day.

Riddle Me This…

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

JJ, Mom and I just returned from our predawn walk in the fresh, crisp, day 1 of cold front air.  Remember how much I love the scent of pine?  If not, no worries, read this.  To my utter delight and surprise, five houses along our path this morning graced their lawns with Christmas trees ready for Monday’s garbage pickup. Ahhh… to smell the limbs… to empty my tank… good stuff for a Saturday morning!

On the subject of walking routes, Riddle Me This:  What is the difference between walking clockwise on our morning route in the predawn darkness versus the post sunset darkness?

Here’s the back-story to help you.  Almost every weekday morning we journey in a clockwise rectangular route passing: my friend, Dixie’s house, my non-friend, Abby the border collie’s house (I’ve tried, really.) Pebbles, the boxer with the deep bark’s house, Freddie’s house, Lola the chocolate lab’s house, Pepper the medium sized poodle’s house, Vance & Vilda the Westies’ house, Simba’s house, Neve’s house, Sammy’s house and finally back home.  We pass other houses, too, however, it’s easier for me to remember the houses with other K9s in them.

At night, depending on who we walk with, if anyone, the weather, the time, and/or my personal curiosity, we head out one of three ways.  If we choose to copy our morning path, we usually stop and either pick Dixie and Mary Ann up or at least say hello.  For some reason, after that I will NOT continue in a clockwise fashion.  Mom tries:

  • “Jet” therapy techniques,
  • her “I’m serious” voice,
  • encouragement from Mary Ann,
  • “snap out of it” techniques from Caesar and
  • anything else she can think of at the moment.

A clue:  If we can somehow travel by two or three houses, I eventually get back into normal rhythm.

Another great and enigmatic day.