World Stray Day = Abby’s Gotcha Day

Hey It’s Jet Here.

In case you missed my post last week about World Stray Day, read this because we have some great news to share.

Miss Wendy:

sent in the following comment…

I was jumping for joy this weekend also – because my sis(ter) and bil (brother-in-law) adopted a lab mix puppy from their local shelter in MA yesterday. They had been planning it for several weeks as the puppy came from a rescue in TN. So we all were skyping and watching the sweet puppy, named Abby, play, nap, eat, run etc. I think we must have had 50 phone calls between us this weekend!! I’m so happy for them they have been very sad since their 17 year old dog passed a few months ago.

Here’s Abby, who can now enjoy a wonderful safe life in her forever home.  She’s a cutie pie!

Another great Gotcha day.

Three Minutes of Your Time?

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Ok, well I might need a few more than three minutes…

Thanks to Confessions of the PlumeLife With Dogs and Two Cavaliers for hosting the Saturday Pet Blog Hop. 

Item 1:

Did you know April 4th was World Stray Day?  We didn’t either.  Mr. Caesar brought this to our attention in his newsletter article.

Since Golden Rescue South Florida saved my life at the “you know where” almost four years ago, and those folks didn’t know my whole “before” time story, Mom does not know whether I was one of the Strays that Mr. Caesar speaks of.  All I know is that my fellow K9s and Puffy/Fluffy’s fellow felines would surely appreciate any support.

Item 2:

Wowee! Miss Rachael (Ray) has a 100K Challenge going in conjunction (vocabulary builder) with the ASPCA.    Think of the biscuits, the toys, the spa days, the blankies, the kibble, and other good stuff that biscuit money could provide for so many animals in need.  Go ahead and VOTE!

Item 3:

Our pal, Miss Mel, from No Dog About It Blog alerted us to yet another really scary pet treat warning.    We signed the petition and everything! Please make sure K9s like me have safe yummies to eat.

Another great, kind of serious, day.

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Cyber Pals

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Miss Wendy began writing to me early in my blogging career.  Every day, she sends me hugs and kisses from her whole family, tells me funny stories, asks about our family members’ health and compliments Mom and me.  We look forward to seeing Miss Wendy’s daily comment in the queue.  We finally met Miss Wendy at the GRSF reunion in January.  Unfortunately, her fur family did not feel comfortable attending.

Mom told me that before home computers, humans did this thing called write letters to pen pals.  Pen pals came in a few varieties:

  •  You met each other briefly (like on vacation) but lived far away.
  • You never met in person however through your letters you built a relationship.
  • Due to circumstances you and your pen pal lived apart for a time. (military service, college)

Through Miss Wendy’s comments, we feel like we know Cassie, Rex and Barkley.  Cassie, a rescue from Golden Rescue South Florida, like JJ and I, feels like my twin sometimes.  We have several behaviors in common.  Rex sounds like he has a big personality in a small package.  Barkley seems like a cool dude I would enjoy hanging out with.

The other day, Mom emailed Miss Wendy to request pictures of her K9s to match faces to names.  Mom and I oohhed and ahhed upon seeing beautiful blond Cassie… (I can feel a cyber crush building.) 

Adorable Rex – he and JJ would play really well together…

And handsome, chilled out Barkley – bet we could watch sports together…

Lucky for us, as cyber pals we can share images which enhance our connections.

Another great cyber pal day.

Thanks to Life with Dogs, Two Little Cavaliers and Confessions of the Plume for sponsoring today’s Hop.

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Bucket City

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If you happen to read Miss Wendy’s comment from yesterday, you’ll note that we had booms, streaky lights and rain on Monday/Monday Night/Tuesday.  Miss Wendy, my bff pen pal, rescued her golden girl, Cassie, from GRSF, the same group that saved me from … too difficult to say.  Turns out, Cassie and I share a lot of behaviors in common.  I wish we could play and visit all the time, however, we live about 45 minutes apart.  Anyway, poor Cassie (and poor Miss Wendy) could not rest a wink due to the weather.  I experienced similar discomfort; I finally settled in one of my safe spots under Mom’s vanity.

I really try to keep an open mind about storms.  My favorite lemongrass bush looks like Cousin It from the Addams Family, flopped over and limpid.  Mom reminded me that we really needed the rain.

This next part of the post, well, Mom suggested, urged, forced me to share.  When the weather scares me, I feel this thing called anxiety. Scooby Doo Academy recommends keeping a journal for personal growth.  Dude, I’m all about studying, learning, growing, self-improvement…but journaling my feelings?  I’m a GUY… the whole dudes from Mars/Ladies from Venus thing…  Jet?  Yes Mom.  If you think about it, your blog is your journal.  Yeah?  Oh YEAH, wow, I’m evolved!  Yes Jetty, you are, so finish about you know what.  Yes Mom.

So, when weather anxiety occupies my body and Mom’s not home, an invisible pull with the strength of a super magnet, draws me nose first to the cat litter box.  I can’t help myself, I can’t even express the details, let’s just say you know I’ve visited because litter sticks to the wet part of my nose.

Mom and Auntie Angela tried various strategies over the years to prevent my visits:

  • Turn the box around.
  • Block it with old Cat litter buckets;
  • Add laundry liquid containers to the barrier;
  • Add Oxiclean box to buckets;
  • Add Costco-sized vinegar containers to buckets,
  • Put heavy, then heavier items in buckets,
  • Finally… PUT UP A FENCE!

And yet… last night, when Mom returned home and went to kiss my face, there it was, the evidence stuck to my nose.

Another sort of great day.

And My Endorsement Goes To…

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Generally, I mind my own business, herd, protect and care for my family, serve as Boy of the House, and go about my daily routine.  What I know of the human world derives from personal observations, my pack and my family.  I share my blog with you in a politically neutral way except… well… this is an election year.  As a Florida K9, I feel compelled to participate in the process, since voting is a privilege.   Luckily, K9s do not register along human party lines.  We support candidates by barking.  Important platform items include:

  • Do you support “no kill” shelters?
  • What is your position on pit bulls?
  • Do you support spay/neuter programs?
  • Would you ban chemical pesticides on lawns where we empty our tanks?
  • Do you support more dog parks? (How do you plan on keeping glass shards out of them?)
  • To scoop or not to scoop?
  • How do you feel about digging? Chewing? Wrestling?
  • Do you support sleeping on human beds? Human furniture?
  • Dry or wet food?
  • Allowed in the car? Seat belt or no seat belt?

I tried to keep up with the debates; however, Mom said she found me passed out on the couch/bed each and every time.  So, after much reflection and in time for the Tuesday Primary, I officially support – Drumroll please….

BOOZER FOR PRESIDENT!

Boozer, adopted from Golden Rescue South Florida, like Koko, JJ and me has a mission statement I believe in.

Hi all, I’m Boozer but my dad calls me Boo. Tonight we were sitting out by the pool talking. He told me , “Boo ,I’m so proud of you. Only in America can a redneck construction dog run for president.” He told me there’s a lot of dirty dogs in Washington. I told Dad, no problem man. I swim in the pool a lot during the day and I’m a clean dog and those with me will be the same. I told Dad, the White House will be the nations largest dog park, with a sign on the front gate saying no dirty dogs, idiots or politicians poop allowed. Dad said ” Boo, thats a step in the right direction. It should eliminate 97.6% of the traffic”. VOTE FOR ME!

Another great patriotic day.

More De”tails”…

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Mom told my Auntie Liz more about the GRSF reunion last night.  I heard Auntie Liz laugh when Mom shared about the agility course.  You see, the park had agility toys for us.  Mom thought I would just love to walk up this climbing thing and run down the other side.  Since I only wore my collar, she held it firmly to keep my attention and sweetly spoke encouraging words with her “You can do it, Jetty” attitude.  Ok, I figured I would climb the first section to give Mom some pawsitive reinforcement.  As expected, she praised my success and encouraged me to continue.  Judiciously (vocabulary expansion), I walked up sections 2-4 until I reached the apex.  Mom congratulated me big time.  She and I were on top of the world… until I layed down and began to do the backwards slide.  Mom tried to slow me down with no luck; I slid right back down onto the dirt.

JJ happened to pass by so Mom figured she would attempt the climb with her.  Little Miss Show Off barely needed Mom’s guidance, she trotted to the apex and posed for pictures.  JJ must have had gymnastic training before joining us because she jumped right off hitting the ground trotting like “no big deal!”  hmpf… She didn’t make dirt angels!  Jetty, each being finds activities right for them; I was so proud of you for trying while the park bustled with K9s and people.

Miss Sharon from the Rescue sold beautiful Golden Greeting cards to Mom.  The proceeds help GRSF with their vet bills.  Ask her to write you a letter so you can see the cards.

Lots of humans wanted to meet Boozer and his family.  His dad puts really cool pictures and stories of Boo on the GRSF facebook page.  I heard lots of clicks from Boozer’s dad’s camera; can’t wait to see the results online.

Oh, two of the Christmas puppies attended the reunion.  I watched one of the puppies play with some pals in the dirt.  He ended up looking like a Dalmatian instead of a golden!  Bet he took a long bath Saturday night.  JJ and I deferred Spa Day until yesterday because of the late return home and subsequent nap.  Mom wanted me to let you know that it took double the shampoo on my back and belly from my artistic dirt expressions.

Another great day.

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

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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)!

Finally!

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Today is the day, the Golden Rescue South Florida Reunion!  Mom, JJ and I can’t wait to see everyone.  First, Mom has to collect:

  • The collar GRSF lent us the night we took JJ home for a “sleepover.”
  • My cool bandana.
  • A bandana that JJ won’t eat?
  • Water for our 90+ mile drive (each way… Mom is dedicated.  Thanks Jetty.  Welcome, Mom.)
  • Our seatbelts and harnesses.
  • Towels for all sorts of reasons. (We sit on a car seat protector.)
  • Mom’s camera, phone, charger and phone number to call in for radio spot.  (see below.)
  • Other stuff we can’t remember right now.

Mom says this procedure reminds her of when my human sister, Rachel, traveled in the car.  She said she felt like they moved every day!

Can you believe Mom will stop midway through the drive to have her 5 minute And The Women Gather blogradio spot with Lorna Owens?  Miss Lorna knows Mom will use her mobile phone today; however, she is unaware that JJ and I will sit beside her in the car.  Hopefully, we will not have any comments to share.

I’m particularly excited to meet Miss Wendy and Miss Rebecca because they write such nice words to me.  Miss Rebecca’s dog, Jack, already told us what bandana he will sport!  While JJ will blend quickly into the crowd, only a few flat coat retriever mixes will attend, so, Mom should spot me easily.  Plus, I have quite the swagger, if I don’t say so myself!

We thought about having an early spa day today, and then thought the better of it.  No doubt, we will have so much fun playing tomorrow, we will come home filthy!

All three of us want to go to sleep on time tonight (I’m dictating this post early) to maximize our energy tomorrow.

Another great and partying kind of day!

Welcome to My Blog

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As a flat coat retriever/border collie mix, follie for short, and a handsome one at that, I must dictate my posts to someone.  We will call that someone, Mom.  Now I know she is my human and she knows I am not her “child.”  However, we are connected, bonded, linked etc… and she knows how to type.  If Mom has something to write, she will do so like this.

So, Mom gave me a forever home in October 2008 after Golden Rescue South Florida saved my life with FOUR days to spare.  I can’t even discuss my life before this because it hurts.

Rachel and I named Jet, Jet, because he was Jet black.  Unlike his name, when he joined our family, he could not run.  He could not even jump up on my bed.  I worried that he had hip problems; however, we think Jet had been confined for a long time and his muscles atrophied a bit.

The first week, he ate the arm off my couch.  The second week, he ate a basket.  The third week, he ate a bag of treats and the bag the treats came in.  Our golden retriever, Koko, joined our family seamlessly in 2005, so, we didn’t know what to do. Emergency call went to Rachel’s Godmother, we’ll call her Madrina.  Since her fur family numbers over ten at any given time, she has experience.  Madrina advised us to purchase lots of chewies and exercise Jet in every way possible to deplete his energy.  Smart Madrina!

Hey, Mom, my turn!  From one day to the next:

  • my tummy filled with yummy food,
  • I rested on soft surfaces,
  • I became chief of the fur family (Puffy and Fluffy the felines and Koko, my older sister),
  • Mom gave me lots of belly rubs,
  • Koko and I played together,
  • Mom brushed my fur and massaged me often and
  • Koko, Mom and I walked outside a lot.

My days looked brighter and brighter…