Not One, but Two Good Things

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Shhh… can you keep a secret?  I can and I did.  We almost added another K9 to the family.  Why almost?  Because the adoption fell through.  As the MAN of the house, I, Jet, the Gentleman, had to lick a LOT of little water drops off Mom’s and my human sister, Rachel’s faces.  Sorry to begin with the sad thing, but, you have to know this part to understand how special the good thing was.

Mom and Rachel ordered a leash, a collar and a customized tag for my almost sister.  When Aimee, from Happy Tags, emailed Mom to confirm her order, Mom emailed the whole story back, and before you know it, I couldn’t keep up with the back and forth sharing emails.

This style in HOT PINK!

When the sad thing happened, Mom emailed Aimee and guess what?  Aimee cancelled Mom’s order and didn’t charge her.  Mom said when we adopt we’re DEFINITELY getting a tag from Aimee.

Second good thing.  Remember “that Max” (read this and this), well that Détente thing is still moving forward.  TWICE this week “that Max” and his human walked towards us hugging the left side of our street while we walked the grassy edge of the right side.

Mom:  Good Morning.

Max’s Human:  Good Morning.

Me: silent nod conveying “Hey Dude, smells good out here, huh?”

That Max:  Mild bark conveying “Yeah, been on a diet man, no fun.”

Mom says sharing good news makes more good things happen.  Does this mean I have another greasy, juicy, fatty burger in my near future?  Jet, you were doing so well up until that last comment.   Mom, a guy can dream!

Another great and good thing day.

Next Time, I’ll Have Fries with That!

Last night was GLORIOUS, an unexpected slice of heaven.  At the perfect time, about twenty minutes before my evening walk, a fifteen minute S. Florida downpour (no booms, no streaky lights) occurred.  The rain left an agreeable depth and frequency of puddles on the street and moisture on the grass.

I guess I should backtrack and begin my story at 6:05 p.m., the time I devoured completed my dinner.  Yes, Mom’s still feeding me Koko’s remaining salmon kibble.  Have no fear; the new 33 pound bag of lamb kibble is IN THE BUILDING as of last Friday.  Jet… Yes, Mom?  Anyway, Mom couldn’t tear herself away from the last 30 pages of a 750 page book and Rachel, the greatest teenager of all time, went to her dad’s house to get something.

My sniffer picked up the scent of something irresistible located on the kitchen table.  Rachel, the greatest teenager ever, tried to hide it with her math homework, like that would dissuade me.  I took those equations and pawed them right to the floor.  The white box unfortunately required some nimble paw stretching on my part, no big deal.

There it was… a big, juicy, greasy, meaty, fatty, succulent, rich half of a TGIFridays bacon cheeseburger calling out to my nose, my tongue, my incisors, I quivered with delight.  Mary Ann and my Auntie Liz always tease Mom that they’re going to smuggle a burger into the house, this was so much easier.  I even had something called the audacity to sit gentlemanly-like after my walk and wait for a treat.   Funnier still, Mom gave me one!  Readers:  I gave Jet a twistix, which is a dental treat that also aids digestion, shhh, don’t tell Jetty.

Another great and junk food day.