Mother’s Day – I’m Thinking Slightly Less Ahead Pt. 2

Hey It’s Jet Here.

After yesterday’s post and in between playing, wrestling with JJ, napping, guarding the house, did I mention napping?, I found some time to continue thinking ahead for Mother’s Day.   The 4-legged family member meeting came up with the following brainstorming ideas:

  • Idea: Give her flowers from me, JJ, Fluffy and Puffy.
    • Issues:
      • She’s allergic to many varieties, what if I select the wrong kind.
      • If we pick, well really bite local neighborhood varieties, we could get in trouble and they would arrive, well, smooshed.
      • Puffy and Fluffy eat them and throw up everywhere for days.
  • Give her a gift card.
    • Issues:
      • We haven’t received a raise in our allowance (currently $0) in years.
      • No transportation
      • Too many choices for a Manly Man like me.
  • Take her to the park.
    • Issues:
      • JJ and I could not honestly focus on Mom.
      • Miami? What was I thinking?  Mom and I would sweat puddles. Little Miss “Cool as a Cucumber” would probably be fine!
      • Lotta unscooped you know what currently at the dog parks; not conducive to picnicking.
      • Uh, JJ and I might, by accident, consume all the provisions instead of sharing with Mom.
  • Best idea so far – contact Miss Mary Ann, Auntie Liz, or Madrina and beg for assistance with adoring eyes and my famous Jetty Boy whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
    • Issues:
      • Mom charges her cell phone a little too far back on the counter to reach.
      • I can only dictate emails.
      • Miss Mary Ann might or might not walk with us this evening.

By selecting Best Idea so far, we have more hope of implementing (vocabulary builder) any or all of the other ideas previously listed.  Hey, how to I print, email, or text these posts to Miss Mary Ann, Auntie Liz or Madrina… where’s that Siri person who is so smart??

Another great let’s see what we decide day.

How Many Goldens (& Honorary Goldens) Does It Take…

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Yup, we’re posting late again today.  You’ll understand why as you read along.  As you know from yesterday’s post, we could not wait to go to the Golden South Florida Rescue Reunion.  We left at 9:10 after Mom harnessed JJ and me and clipped us in to our seatbelts.  (Safety First!)  At 10:00 a.m., Mom called in to Miss Lorna’s blogtalk radio show; we promised to try to stay quiet.  (Yes, Mom pulled over to this thing called a shoulder and put on hazard lights.)  Guess what?  Miss Lorna’s first guest did not call in so she asked Mom where she was going and they spoke about dog rescue, breed rescue, and our reunion until 10:15, Mom’s regular Kitchen Counselor spot.  THANKS MISS LORNA, you will undoubtably help so many of my fellow K9s waiting for adoption!

We arrived at the park promptly at 11:00; stretched and shook to get our bodies ready to play.  Miss Wendy and Miss Rebecca (and Jack) found us quickly.  Miss Wendy gave me lots of hugs, kisses, and attention.  Mom photographed Miss Wendy with JJ because I had K9s to see and places to go.  I loved hanging out with everyone; I trotted from group to group.  OH did we love the dirt.  I decided to try my paws at dirt angels.  Mom said you humans make snow angels in a similar manner.  Lots of humans laughed at my antics, although I’m not sure why.

Several GRSF volunteers doggie-sat us while our humans had lunch next door on the human side of the park.  Miss Wendy, Miss Rebecca, Mom and a few others hung out, swapped stories and enjoyed the sunny day.  After lunch, Mom played fetch with JJ while I enjoyed the ambiance for a little while longer.  Mom brought us to the human side (as did everyone else and their K9s) and we sat in the grass while the leader of GRSF, Miss Carol, spoke to us.  Then, they participated in this thing called a raffle and another thing called a silent auction.  Mom didn’t win anything; she told us she should not play this thing called the lottery.

We said our goodbyes and journeyed home for another 2 hours.  JJ and I totally pooped out and slept almost the whole way home until we hit this stuff called traffic by our house.  That’s how Mom took this picture.  Would you believe all three of us then slept for 5 hours?  We woke up at 9:48 p.m., had dinner, Mom cooked for two hours to get ready for work today and walked us around 11:30.

Another great day (reunion)!

On Being a Gentleman

Sure, Scooby Doo Academy gives classes to improve my detecting skills, but did you know they also encourage enrollment in etiquette classes?  Yup, I’m doing an Independent Study “On Being a Gentleman.”  I have to collect data to present and Mom graciously agreed to type my submission.  Here’s what I have so far.

  1. Mom places Mary Ann’s morning newspaper on her pillar so she doesn’t have to walk down the driveway each morning per my instructions.             
  2. When we go for a pack walk, I sit gentlemanly-like on Dixie’s and/or Neve’s front stoop.
  3. I play nicely with other K-9s (if they have good attitudes).
  4. I ask Mom to scoop the poop, to show we’re good neighbors.
  5. I sit down and stay quiet as Mom requests before scarfing down my meals.
  6. When Giovanni puts the window down in his car,  I carefully place my two front paws so as not to scratch anything so we can exchange manly man conversation.
  7. I offer either or both paws to humans who ask.  (I’m ambidextrous.)
  8. I do not pass “wind” like some K-9s (ahem, my sister, Koko, even though I would take her f_rting (see, too gentlemanly to write the word) any day if it meant she was still alive.)
  9. I help Mom clean the walls.  (See Spa Day)
  10. At the dog park, I’m friendly to all… Mom calls me the “Mayor”.
  11. I politely wish Patches a good night when passing her fence.  (See Patches).
  12. I wait for a human invitation to enter Dixie or Neve or Samson’s backyards.  
  13. I lift my left front paw gently to help Mom harness me up for my walks.
  14. I rarely snore, unlike some K-9s (like my sister, Koko, even though I would take her snoring any day if it meant she was still alive.)
  15. I help Mom clean the dishes in the dishwasher, particularly the thing she calls the George Forman fat tray.

Oh, I will have to politely (see another gentlemanly thing) request that Mom email this list to the academy; it’s longer than I expected.  I’m quite the gentleman if I don’t say so myself!  I should definitely earn the coveted “S” (Scooby Spectacular) for the first submission of my Independent Study!

Another great and gentlemanly day!