Our Sixteenth Black & White Sunday – Cone of Courage

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mom and I decided to turn the “Cone of Shame” upside down… meet the Cone of Courage!

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Another great Cone of Courage day.

Thanks to My Life in Blog Years ​and Dachshund Nola for hosting the Black and White Sunday blog hop.

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A Little Afternoon Rest

Hey It’s Jet here.

Yesterday, Mom had her phone near her bed and snapped a few shots of JJ and I hanging out together.  A note about the sheet colors… the leopard print originally entered the house back when this group called the Cheetah Girls made a few movies on the Disney Channel.  Now Casa Jet uses the cheetah sheets to protect furniture and/or Mom’s comforter.  Mom’s original comforter (20 years ago) had lots of snazzy colors and a bold design paired with the purple sheet from this company called Missoni.

Ok, moving on… JJ insisted on a quick Pedi… and… yes, I was forced to watch her technique.

She worked so diligently (VBP), she pooped herself out!

Pondering questions about the universe…

Keeping Mom’s book warm and protected… (she unearthed it the other day from her bookshelf) Animals as Guides for the Soul…

Little Miss “Look at My Newish Glow In the Dark Toy, Which I Love Even Though Mom NEVER Puts a Treat In It” will nose the ball over for Mom to throw and close this little afternoon rest session!

Another great, restful (for 10 minutes) afternoon.

Thanks to Life With DogsConfessions of the Plume and Two Little Cavaliers for hosting the Saturday Blog Hop.



Buddy-Sitting

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Yesterday, we left you with a teaser… did you guess Buddy the Beagle?  Well, you see, on Tuesday, Mom, Miss Mary Ann, JJ, Dixie and I met up with Miss Cindy and Buddy.  Miss Cindy asked the ladies if they knew of a good kennel, because their K9 sitter was away.  Mom chirped right in, “I K9 sit.”  Miss Cindy and Mom made a quick arrangement.  Mom visited Buddy’s house to make sure she knew all of Buddy’s preferences and stuff.

Before I continue, we have another teaser… we have been working on something with two anipals, can you guess who?  Ok, back to Buddy!

Remember, Mom’s familiar with retrievers, the Beagle heritage is quite new to her.  The following Beagle/Buddy behaviors have stood out so far:

  • Buddy loves to snuggle if Mom sits on the floor with him.
  • Unlike JJ and me, Buddy does NOT inhale his food.  He politely visits with Mom and then after about 10 minutes civilly eats his kibble.
  • Whereas JJ and I slurp water as if we spent the last three days traipsing (VBP – vocab builder project) across the Sahara, Buddy takes a few swigs and moves on.
  • Buddy only requires a lightweight leash, unlike our secure, heavy duty, yet fashionable varieties.
  • See lizard/gecko – will chase, catch and deliver!  Ewwwww!
  • NEVER stops moving… the dude needs to chillax a little! Mom cannot capture his face clearly to show you.
  • Mom says his tail moves like a metronome when they walk.
  • He makes a funny grunting noise… at first, Mom thought he was choking, then she thought he was wheezing, then she realized he was happy.
  • Of course, the beagle bay differs from our retriever barking!

Mom felt so sad looking at Buddy’s face on both night one and night two, so she brought him home for a sleepover!  We all blended well.  Buddy zipped through the house investigating everything.  Mom did not think he could jump up on the bed.  W-R-O-N-G!  He looked like he had springs attached to his paws like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh!  Finally, drained of energy, Mom, JJ, and Buddy fell asleep on her bed while I monitored the bedroom from a few different vantage (VBP) points.

Another great Buddy, day.

Thanks to Life With DogsConfessions of the Plume and Two Little Cavaliers for hosting the Saturday Blog Hop.

Wordless Wednesday – Koko, Jet & Nancy

Hey It’s Jet Here.

In March 2010, Mom’s talented photographer friend, Miss Carmen, invited us to play with Nancy in their backyard.  We love visiting backyards which have fences so we can go off leash.

First, we sniffed around…

Then we started to play Chase and Wrestle…

Mom said we looked like great white sharks!  BOL… we’re just goofing around, we don’t snap our jaws shut!

Showing Nancy my “vulnerable” side!  (ok, Mom loves to show my white poof on my belly!)

Koko in repose. (vocab builder project – VBP)

Chasing two ladies can tire a guy!

Another great Koko playdate.

Thanks to BlogPaws for sponsoring the Wordless Wednesday Hop.

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.

Wordless Wednesday – I Love My Belly

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mom’s saved this one for just the right day.  She loves to give belly rubs when JJ and I roll over.  Koko had the “Jelly Belly,” I have the “Big Boy Belly,” and JJ has the “Cutie Girl Belly.”  Even when she’s rushing around, if Mom sees a belly, she gets this smile on her face and says, “You KNOW I can’t resist a belly!”  JJ caught on to this and now we roll over in parallel fashion on the bathroom floor first thing in the VERY early morning.  Mom steps in between us for side-by-side belly rubs and then it’s off to Breakfast.  Perfect way to start the day!

Another great belly rub 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.