Before and After…

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Oh gosh, I thought this day would NEVER arrive.  Check it out… I woke up and I still looked like this…

We had breakfast, went for a walk and then we saw the towels come out of the closet.  Mom said, “Come here, Jetty, guess what?  This is coming OFF!” and she unsnapped nine times and poof after 4 weeks I was a free boy!

We followed Mom into her room, then bathroom and laid on the floor for pre-spa comb outs.

Afterwards, I fell for the Zuke’s treat encouragement and trotted into the shower.  JJ needed some convincing.

Mom shampooed JJ and I and told each of us how pretty/handsome we looked and smelled.  Oh she’s a charmer that Mom!  (Jetty, I meant every word, I love how you two smell when freshly Buddy Washed!)

Mom gave each of us a quick towel dry in the shower and then sprung us.  JJ did her side stroke doggy paddle action on the tile while I, Jet the Sophisticated, hopped on Mom’s soft bed and rolled on her comforter!

Mom prefers when we drip dry in the office, on the tile while she works on the computer.  So, here we are.

Another great, I’m cone free, day!

Did I Make It Rain?

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Lately, I’m beginning to wonder, can I make it rain?  Mom says she thinks I may have some special powers similar to the car wash industry.  I didn’t understand what she meant, so, she explained.

There seems to be a connection between the day you wash your car and the next rain storm.  Mom says the same goes for me, as soon as we have spa day (Saturday this past week), the weather turns rainy.  During the wet season, ok, to be expected, however, this time of year, rain becomes infrequent.  Mom said we must remember gratitude, since S. Florida often ends up in a drought situation from now until May.

On the other hand, she gets this thing called bummed out because my clean paws, legs, head, tail and belly trot through or graze the elements, removing the great smelling Buddy Wash Green Tea Rosemary from my fur.  And, just between you and me… Mom LOVES the smell of Green Tea Rosemary in my fur!

Did you wonder why I left out my back?  Well, that’s because Mom and I wear raincoats.  Yup, she calls it my SuperJet raincoat because it’s red and slightly capelike (she couldn’t find exactly the right L size because the company stopped making the style she liked.  She had to order an XL size, the only plus, the price went from $25 to $7!)

As mentioned before, I love helping (read this).  If I do possess special rain powers, I should become the first ever K9 rain ambassador and travel the world!  The only limitation; I participate in spa days only twice a month, otherwise my handsome self would experience dry skin and dull fur.  Should I get my pawsport ready?

Another great day.

Spa Day

Hey, It’s Jet Here…

Unlike my sister, Koko, Spa Day does not bring the zen feeling of bliss into my world.  When I joined the family, Mom could not brush the back half of me;  can’t share details, too painful.  After a few attempts, I found a brush (at Marshall’s) that Jet tolerated, made by Paul Mitchell for Pets.  The comb slid into the body of the brush, which allowed for quick brush cleaning, since you know who sheds more than Koko ever did.  Recently, I found another brush Jet likes for a first go round, and then I use a flea comb.  Mom listens to this noise called NPR while she brushes us me from nose to tail before my spa treatment, since I do not like to get combed wet like Koko used to.

Since I have chemical sensitivities, safe shampoo matters.  Koko and I enjoyed Buddy Wash Lavender I purchased Buddy Wash Green Tea and Rosemary for Jet.  Ahem, Mom, my blog, remember?  Like a gentleman, I always let Koko go first, laying down as close to the shower door hoping Mom would forget I existed.  No luck.  Somehow, delectable treats appear when Spa Day rolls around.  Mom sets our my special towels out, removes our my collar and in I go.  As soon as I sit down in the shower, my first yummy treat passes from her hand to my mouth!

Mom sits on the floor with the shampoo bottle, wets me down, I shake as hard as I can and the spa treatment begins.  I trot around the small perimeter of the shower, making sure Mom gets her flexibility training in for the day.  The hose and I … well, we’re not the best of friends, even though the setting says gentle spray.  Mom tells me how handsome and good smelling I am as she soaps my back first, then each leg, then my belly, then my tail, and last and hoping she forgets, my head, ears, chin and neck.  Even though I try to distract her by shaking, each time the shake feeling happens, she tells me I’m a good boy.  She even shampoos my collar, which she calls my necklace.  After shampooing and rinsing, those tasty treats appear in her hand again.

No matter how many times I tell her toweling is unnecessary, she insists.  I prefer to dry off by combining three techniques: shaking, strategically leaning in so that each side rubs all the available wall space in the house and finally air drying for four hours (nap included).  Environmentally friendly, right?  11-20-11 Mom found great pictures of more pups and a deer? who know how to shake dry, too.

Another great and handsomely clean day.