Hey It’s Jet Here.
Mom and I decided to turn the “Cone of Shame” upside down… meet the Cone of Courage!
Another great Cone of Courage day.
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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.
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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 only requires a lightweight leash, unlike our secure, heavy duty, yet fashionable varieties.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.
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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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JJ and I did not want to dress in green today to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Nor did we want to deal with green props, however, we wanted to celebrate the day in some fashion. Additionally, Mom had this thing called a writer’s block last night. She decided to “let it go” and see what happened during our walk this morning. Sure enough, an idea sprung into her head and we discussed the details as we communed with nature.
MOM: Mom’s special person growing up was Iris McCarthy, who was not Irish herself, but, married to an Irishman. “Mashy” as she was known, loved animals and shared this love with Mom. Fritz, one of Mashy’s dogs, was a big, fluffy, black dog who fiercely protected his family, yet had a marshmallow center when it came to loving anyone who Mashy invited into her home. Mom loved Fritz and feels like he sent me to Mom, because we share similar looks and personality.
JJ: In the 1800’s, the Scottish wanted a breed of K9 who could tolerate cold water and work in the heavy vegetation in upland Scotland. By combining the Water Spaniel, the Newfoundland, the Bloodhound and THE IRISH SETTER, the Golden Retriever breed arose. Fast forward two centuries and we have Miss JJ with her beautiful red coat thanks to her Irish Setter roots.
ME: My Flat Coat Retriever side derives from a breeding program similar in nature to JJ’s. Add some Labrador Retriever and Collie DNA into the mix and voila, the Flat Coat Retriever emerged. My Border Collie side connects to Ireland via Scotland and the British Isles in general. Apparently, the collie roots do not have precise genealogy like the retrievers. Let’s just agree that Celtic clans contributed their K9’s DNA to the mix.
Finally, Mom decided to give us naturally green treats this morning after our walk. Thanks to our friend, Ish, for the Green Eggs. Hey Ish, you could have brought some Ham … you know Mom… it’s not her thing!
Another great Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
P.S. Happy Birthday to Miss Mary Ann (Dixie’s Mom!)
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Mom learned some sad news this week. My good friend and neighbor, Samson, the Goldendoodle, officially moved to Sedona, Arizona. We patiently waited for Sam to return with my human friend, Miss Denise, to introduce all of you to our last pack member. We waited, and waited, and waited, each time finding out from Miss Denise that Sam would return in a little while.
Sam loved my sister, Koko. He loved her so much he virtually ignored me when we had play dates in his yard. Oh sure, the three of us played the chase game at first, circling the clump of plants with a tree in the middle and then racing down the straightaway for about five minutes and then poof, I became invisible. Mom and Miss Denise laughed and said that Koko must have emitted her “Cougar” pheromones, since she was his senior by about 4 – 5 dog years.
Mom encouraged Miss Denise to join the pet therapy program at Miami Childrens Hospital, which she did. Sam soared in his therapy dog role and the children enjoyed learning that Sam and Koko were boyfriend/girlfriend! Sam left for Arizona shortly before Koko fell ill and crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I looked forward to introducing Sam to JJ and wondered if he would feel the same way about her as he did about Koko.
Since Sam’s yard backed up on Dixie’s yard, sometimes, Miss Mary Ann would pass Dixie over the fence to join the party, while she chatted with Miss Denise and Mom. On an excellent day, Miss Beverly would hear all the hoopla and bring Neve over. Miss Beverly lives next door to the right of Miss Denise. On those special days, we created our own dog park!
With heavy hearts, we wish Sam a great life hiking the trails, chasing the herd (we learned that he hangs out on some kind of ranch at times) and loving everyone he meets.
Another great, but, slightly sad inside, day.
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Today I heard booms, not great big ones, but booms nonetheless. Lately, our neighborhood received a bit of rain, however, the booms stayed away until today. In between what Mom calls a rain band, she scooted JJ out to take care of her afternoon business. I avoided eye contact and slowly backpedaled towards my human sister, Rachel, for safety.
JJ popped back into the house, bouncy as always. If she felt ok about going out, I figured I would try to empty my tank, too. I ventured to the immediate left of the garage and did my emptying right under the rabbi’s window.
Mom rewarded me with a mulberry since they received a fresh wash from the rain shower. Mom ate one too and before I knew it, she had a few in her hand. She decided to ask Rachel to pass a bowl through the window and returned to picking. I, Jet, the suburban farm dog, helped Mom by eating the fallen purple berries on the ground.
For Kodak moment purposes, Mom asked me to sit and wait for her to drop a berry into my mouth. She had to coordinate holding her phone, me and the berry at the same time!
Another great, delicious mulberry day.
PS… We shared a few with JJ when we went back into the kitchen!
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