Mischief Monday: Mischief for a Good Cause

Hey It’s Jet Here.

This HAS to stay between us, ok?

For those who read our weekend posts, you know that Mom K9 sat for Austin again.  Well, you may or may not recall that his humans keep reminding Mom that Austin doesn’t do well with other dogs.  They cautioned her to take care if they see a K9 while walking in the neighborhood.

This past Saturday, Mom took Austin for a morning constitutional.  At the end of the first block, they saw a woman with a dog approaching perpendicularly.  Mom had Austin sit and pay attention to her.  The woman and the dog approached Mom and Austin.  From a bit away, the ladies began a conversation.

  • Mom:  Hi, this is Austin.  I’m having him practice sitting while other dogs pass.
  • Woman:  Hi, I think I’ve seen him before.
  • Mom:  Yes, he lives down the street.
  • Woman: Me too. (turns out 3 houses away!)

The two pairs come closer and Mom explains that she’s K9 sitting, that she’s been told Austin has trouble with other K9s, however she thinks he’s simply uneducated.  Would it be ok to meet the woman’s dog?

  • Mom:  My name is Lori.
  • Woman:  My name is Janet and this is Sparkle.

At first Austin seemed unsure, as did Sparkle, but Mom and Miss Janet felt relaxed and gave it a go.  Austin politely sniffed Sparkle and vice versa.  The ladies kept speaking, exchanging info about the dogs, Koko, Puffy, Fluffy, JJ and me, their careers, their families, the area, and on and on as ladies often do.  (Jetty!) Sorry Mom, but, you ladies DO speak a lot!

Before they know it, they realized that the two dogs have chilled out in the middle of the street!  They decided to try walking as a pack, which worked beautifully.  They tried to make a date for Sunday morning, however, Miss Janet had plans.

Mom told Austin how proud she was, how she knew he could do it, how she couldn’t wait to have him walk with JJ in the future, (and then me, as both Austin and I are Alpha males).  She gave him tons of lovies, played rope, rubbed his belly, kissed his nose, all the while telling him how great he did!  Score one for Good Cause Mischief!

Another great progress day.

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Mischief Monday – Neve Does the Drop and Roll

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Well, it’s Sunday evening here at Casa Jet and WE HAVE ELECTRICITY! Tropical Storm Isaac is passing us with bands of downpours and wind gusts.  No complaints as breaks in the bands allowed Mom to take us out for afternoon potty.  We’re hoping to catch another break soon for our after dinner walk?

They expect this rain/wind rhythm to continue through tomorrow as we experience the “dirty side” of the storm.  We’ve had some tornado watches, cross your paws we get rid of those thingies really fast!  Our thoughts and prayers for safe passage go out to those next in Isaac’s path.

*Pawnote: Mom’s transcription was interrupted by a break in the weather.  We walked a FULL evening constitutional.  Mom told me how proud she was that I left the house.  The breeze felt great in my fur!  JJ and I “spoke” to our new golden neighbors, Winston and Dylan who chatted from the fence.

On the lighter side… last Thursday, Miss Beverly sent mom a text message thingie with the following picture:

It seems Neve (usually snowy white) performed her best drop and roll in thebackyard.  The only issue – Miss Beverly is having pool work done and there is a big mound of stuff.  Apparently, Neve rolled in a pile of stuff containing a DEAD POSSUM (Miss Beverly had a human manly man bury it in the yard, since, I, manly man Jetty could not be reached.)

Coincidentally, my Golden Rescue buddy, Jack, had a similar adventure the same evening. Jack had Miss Rebecca transcribe, “BTW I haven’t been on to comment, because I couldn’t resist the drop and roll the other night and lost my computer privileges.”  Dixie performs a carefully crafted drop and roll many evenings during our evening constitutionals.  Miss Mary Ann gives her the naughty speech, something about Dixie-middle name-last name, you are SO GOING TO GET A BATH!  Miss Beverly gave Neve a bath al fresco (on the patio) and Jack got a mini-spa with waterless bath solution.

Does this count for a MM hat trick? Or one giant drop and roll Mischief achievement?

Another great Drop and Roll day!

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Mischief Monday: You Can’t Tell Me Where to Go!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

A few weeks ago, during an evening constitutional with Miss Beverly and Neve, I found a particularly good smelling area with:

  • a jasmine tree, (Mom intensely dislikes the fragrance from this  tree, however, I find the aroma intoxicating!)
  • some elephant something or others (Mom cannot recall the plant name, just the elephant part!),
  • heliconias,
  • and some other tropical jungle looking stuff!  Of course, I wanted to make sure they knew “Jet was there” and emptied my tank a little.

Little Miss Goody Four Paws remained on Mom’s left side and listened to the ladies’ conversation.  All of a sudden, Neve located this bossy guy who tried to tell us which way to go.  She barked and checked him out.  When he didn’t talk back, she folded back into the pack and we continued on.

Another great, evening constitutional, day.

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Sharing Mom for a Week?

Hey It’s Jet Here.

It’s true; the furfamily at Casa Jet must share Mom for a whole week. Remember Austin, Man of Mystery? Well his family went on holiday and Mom’s K9 sitting. Like JJ and I, she keeps the same pattern: breakfast, morning constitutional, afternoon potty, dinner, evening constitutional, and before bed potty.

Even though Austin’s humans said he does not like other dogs, Mom felt  she could help him work through it. She brought JJ for a play date yesterday afternoon. There were a few aggressive moments; at first protecting his home territory and then outside over his toys.

In the backyard, Mom made sure that Austin played with his Frisbee and JJ played with a tennis ball. JJ loved having the run of such a wide open, fenced in yard. Austin took about three laps in the pool and looked so cute; Mom wished she had a camera available. (She decided full attention and all limbs were required for supervision.) Mom had to scope out a hose to wash him off to avoid itchy skin later.

Mom kept the visit under one hour and both K9s completed the date exhausted. Mom and JJ returned home and I knew something fishy occurred without good ol’ Jetty boy! I could smell all sorts of new aromas on JJ. Mom felt Austin could not handle my alpha boy self just yet, so, she left me in the fine company of Rachel and the felines.

Mom finally got a shot of Austin this morning, when she asked if he wanted to go on a walk! The fuzzy photo quality says it all!

Another great, K9 sitting, day.

Tapping Into My Inner Retriever

Hey It’s Jet Here.

I’m not sure if JJ has influenced me, however, lately, I’ve mostly set aside my border collie roots on my morning and evening constitutionals. What do you mean, you ask?

• Instead of sniffing the air, I focus more on the ground.
• I notice the birds flying above more; my head swiftly turns to the sky and my ears perk up.
• Ducks in the canal? I’m ready to make like my friends Hawk, Freighter, Storm and Thunder and fetch those aquatic birds!
• Mom takes JJ and I twice a day in the back yard after our constitutionals to sniff out mangoes and I succeed each time!
• I would fetch and tug on toys if Little Miss “I’m going first” didn’t hog them every time!
• I would like to swim more, however, Mom’s waiting a teensy bit more for my skin to heal and JJ’s ear issue to resolve.

Oh, in the house, I delve into my retriever roots and explore the velcro-K9 retriever reputation, especially when it comes to my family and my pals, like Ruby.

Now, we must provide full disclosure: in truth, we do not know what heritage I possess. The guess after an A-HAH moment during my ninth month with Mom is a mix of flat coat retriever/border collie!

Another great, tapping into your roots, day.

Constitutional Aborted


Hey It’s Jet Here.

Sorry for the late post, however, we arrived home completely waterlogged this morning and have not felt quite right all day.  We had good intentions.  We let Mom sleep a bit extra today since we stayed up late waiting to join today’s blog hop at midnight. Mom then feels the need to write some comments.  This stuff called adrenaline shoots into her system and she cannot go to sleep, so, nice K9s that we are, we keep her company as she reads in bed.  Well, actually, JJ kept her company until she began to snore as Mom petted her to sleep!

Anyway, I digress.  Since the forecasters said rain all weekend, we sucked it up, geared up and braved the light rain for our morning walk because Mom and JJ needed to go to an early appt. at Dr. Shaffer’s for another ear/worm check.  Remember, this is the visit Mom needed to bring my solid waste sample to see if I had the creepy crawlies, too. EWWWWW!

Well, we went on our exit left, cross the big street weekend route dealing with the strengthening rain band.  About one third through our journey, the sky opened up and the rain pounded on our backs and head.  We looked like a soggy duck, superboy and purple thing making our way.  I froze and Mom realized I would not continue forward.  Luckily, we had a choice of a shorter version of the route, made a right and traipsed through the deepening puddles and flooding streets.  You can guess that solid waste elimination was absolutely out of the question; no sample for Mom!

The sound of the garage opening caused JJ and I to race for the kitchen door faster than Mom could keep up so she dropped the waterlogged leashes.  As soon as she entered the garage, she clicked the remote to close the door to keep out the pelting rain.  Mom had a lightbulb moment, realizing while her phone rested in the kitchen, her camera resided in the car.  She grabbed the camera, finally taking pictures of our sorry, soggy selves for you to see.

She cancelled Dr. Shaffer because his area floods worse than ours.  Mom dried us with the huge green towel, laughing at how wet all three of us were.  She told JJ and I we should have gone outside with a bar of soap, our shampoo and had spa day in nature!  I needed major recovery (nap) time after that adventure, yessirree!

Another great, waterlogged, day.

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Mischief Monday – Snap, Crackle, Pop!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Well, finally, we have some non-house related mischief.  Last Thursday, we leashed up as always, JJ’s pink leash clipped on her collar and my manly man blue/white leash clipped to my heavy duty blue harness.  We exited left for our evening constitutional without Mary Ann and Dixie, since they both were that thingie called “under the weather.”

We made a right, then a left, crossed over the canal, then practiced waiting at the stop sign, crossed the street, made a left and trotted straight as usual, when I may have pulled a smidge to look at a clump of flowers to empty my tank on.  All of a sudden, Mom had a limp leash unattached to yours truly!  My sniffer, busy at its task, did not notice the lack of connection.  Mom later told Mary Ann she felt scared that I would bolt.  This particular street has more traffic than ours and a few of the others we visit, so, you can imagine her concern.

Keeping her nerves in check, she subtly quickened her pace to match mine while keeping JJ in a normal rhythm.  Within two houses, she grabbed my harness and told me what a good boy I was.  (Mom, like I didn’t know already???) Luckily, JJ’s leash has two segments, a four foot connected to a two foot.  Mom disconnected the two foot piece and quickly reconnected the four foot segment to JJ’s collar.  I continued to remain reasonably still while Mom hung on to my harness’s double D rings.  She figured out some way to use the two foot segment to clip onto my D rings and double hitched the rest to my blue leash.

The scents after the rains distracted me from noticing any differences and off we went to complete our circuit.  We have a spare leash (purple) at home, however, the style hurts Mom’s hand a tad.  We’ve investigated new leashes and so far came up with Mountain Dog Leash (blue of course) from Olive Green.  We like the idea of JJ’s leash, however, it’s shredded a lot in a short time.  Considering how easy JJ walks on her leash, we consider it a negative of the leash, although Mom LOVES the handle.

Any suggestions???

Another great, except for the broken clip, day.

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Musical Hooves

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Last night, right before our exceptional evening walk, (why exceptional in a moment), JJ rediscovered a hoof from some hidden corner in the house.  She jostled the hoof around her mouth like a human child clunkily rolls a giant jaw breaker around their mouth.  The cracking, gnawing noises emanating from her jaw got my attention as we both awaited our leashes at the kitchen/garage door.

The moment JJ dropped the hoof to regroup her positioning, I snapped it up.  Mom, ever the fair minded soul, immediately hunted, procured, unwrapped and provided a new hoof to JJ to keep things fair and square.  Giving us a moment to simultaneously enjoy our hooves, she readied herself and then us for the walk.  With confidence, she removed the hooves from our mouths, stating we would get them back post constitutional.

No one joined us for our “to the left, square route”.  Mom left messages for Miss Mary Ann and Miss Beverly just in case.  We met a dad and his two year old son, Daniel, along the way.  JJ politely shook paws and received pets.  Mom gave my head kisses while the Dad showed his son how fluffy my rear half was.

About three houses away from home, just like in Western movies such as Tombstone, a line of moving beings approached us.  Anthony, Sabrina, Miss Mary Ann and Dixie waved and wagged and we joined them for the full “to the right, loop route” walk.  Exceptional!

We quickly retrieved our hooves upon reentry into the kitchen and proceeded to play musical hooves for an hour in the family room and another hour in the office while Mom experimented with her technically updated Kitchen Counselor blog. (Improved, not quite there yet.)

For some reason, we got this thing called rambunctious and almost began fighting over the hooves.  Mom used her firm, “Uh Uh” voice and removed the hoof in question.  She said unless we each had a hoof to enjoy, no one would have a hoof.  She removed one hoof twice over the next while and we quickly got the message, settling back down with our hooves.  Mom cannot figure out why we like to switch hooves so often.  Mom, some behaviors must remain K9 mysteries!

Another great chewy day.