Don’t Mention the “H” Word, PLEASE!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mostly, I’m a guy who lives in the moment, not worried about the calendar. I divide the year into seasons with booms and streaky lights and extra great seasons without booms and streaky lights.

Here in the tropics, the humans mark their calendars on June 1 because that begins the … gulp… should I say it?… picture me putting paws over my eyes and ears… HURRICANE SEASON. They make sure they have this thingie called a Hurricane box or a spot in their living location with extra:

  • Water
  • Canned goods
  • Candles
  • Batteries
  • Flashlights
  • Medicine
  • Pet supplies
  • Canisters of propane for the outside grill if appropriate
  • Generators – (if you’re lucky)
  • Access to your old land line phone
  • Gas in your car
  • Wood, WD40, Hurricane shutters – whatever is appropriate for your living situation.
  • Gasoline for your chainsaw (if you have one… we do not, picture Mom with a chainsaw… yikes!)

They name these Hurricane thingies using human names. Personally, I think that idea is kind of silly because then, if it’s a super bad storm, everyone has a bad feeling about a human carrying the same name. The only upside of living in a targeted Hurricane zone is that we get notice.

They say four legged creatures feel the change coming before the humans. So far, I’ve been lucky, no Huh-Huh-Hurricanes have hit my area since living with Mom. As many readers know, I suffer during typical thunder storms, so, I cannot even bear to think about the “H” kind. I think I’ll let Mom do all that preparation stuff and stay in the moment… Jet? Yes Mom? May I write something? Sure Mom. Thanks Jetty.

I make sure that I have a few extra special chewy treats (like bigger than normal bones, hooves, antlers) , homeopathic storm medicine, Benedryl for desperate measures, the pheromone spray, the Thundershirt, and anything else I can think of to help Jet and now JJ pass the storm and subsequent craziness the best way possible in the situation. What else can you do?

Another great, hopefully easy “H” season.

I Love the Smell of Pine in the Morning (And the Evening)

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

I love the two weeks after Christmas.  As families begin to take down their holiday lights, remove their lawn adornments, I patiently wait for the Christmas trees to lie at the curb.  I’m a tropical K9, so, I only smell the glorious pine scent at this time.  My air sniffing (read this) skills go on high alert, carefully inspecting the trunk, the branches, sometimes individual needles.  Of course, nothing says “Hey, It’s Jet Here” better than a little tank emptying.  In our area, if you put your tree curbside, the county collects them and grinds them into mulch.  Double good smells!  If I’m lucky, some of this pine mulch ends up back in the neighborhood.

Mom likes the smell of pine, too.  When she used to visit my human sister, Rachel, at summer camp in Maine, she would buy this thing called a pine sachet and put it in our closet.  This is the closet I hunker down in when I’m following the weather peoples’ rules for bad weather.

Jet… Yes Mom?  Tell the truth about the closet.  Do I have to?  I would prefer it.  Ok.  This is the closet I shiver, shake and zone out in and beg for you to sit with me when any bad weather or fireworks happens.  Jet, I’m really proud of you for telling the truth, it’s the first step to overcoming your fears.  Thanks Mom.

Mom used to make pine scented candles from this soy wax stuff with my Tia Maite (that’s Aunt in Spanish), however, she never lit them because she worried either the K9s or felines might knock them over by mistake.  They also made a spray that smelled like Christmas which I think I would have liked, too.  You would have my boy, you would have. 

Since I’m a “live in the moment kind of guy”, I’ll enjoy the smell of pine on my walks.

Another great and pine scented day.