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.

Hoofing It

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Gotta hand it to JJ, she’s quite the archeologist.  Over the last two days, she sniffed and then excavated two hooves buried deep inside the crevice of Mom’s treadmill.  When she finally dug the first hoof out, I tried not to remove it for further inspection.  At some point, I felt the unquenchable need to give her my investigative opinion.  Mom allowed me to take the hoof on our evening walk with Mary Ann and Dixie.   Excuse me, Jet?  Yes Mom?  I would like to add one sentence if I may.  Sure Mom, go ahead.   Thanks, Jetty.  Jet and JJ rotated custody of the hoof on the walk until at some point, I quietly realized they left it somewhere along the route.  Back to you my boy. 

Yesterday afternoon, JJ completed another treadmill hoof excavation.  When I removed it from her mouth, Mom made a mental note to give JJ another after our walk.  For some reason (see above) Mom removed the hoof from my mouth before we left the house. Due to a loud noise from our neighbor’s car door slamming, my personal walk aborted quickly.  Mom and JJ returned me to the safety of the kitchen and resumed their evening constitutional.

Mom did a bit of excavating in the laundry room to determine where the few remaining hooves in a bag were.  Hidden deep in our cat litter pail architecture (to prevent the K9s from visiting the litter box) she selected a hoof for JJ and returned my earlier specimen to me.  For 1 ¾ hours, JJ and I happily licked, chipped, cracked, and chewed on our hooves.  We switched hooves politely a few times to compare quality.  Mom appreciated the uninterrupted time on the computer.

Oh, I realized that some of you may not know the whole hoof story.  You see, in an effort to be wholistic, companies collect, clean and sanitize cow hooves.  We, K9s chew on them as toys and dental treats.  While a bit stinky, for those of us who enjoy a good chew, hooves are a natural choice.  At first, Mom got grossed out a bit, now; she handles the concept in a tip to tail, using the whole animal, respectful kind of way.

Another great chewy day.

Small Biz Saturday? I’d like…

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

What’s with naming days; Turkey Day, Black Friday, Small Business Saturday? Jet, the Thanksgiving long weekend kicks off the holiday season for gift buying.  Small Business Saturday asks citizens to support small businesses and American Express will credit a cardholder’s account with $25.00. I need some shampoo.  Uh Mom? Yes Jet? Pet’s Best is small, right?  Yes Jet, I believe they have a few stores in our area, however, they are not a chain.  Really Mom? In that case, I have some requests…

Ok Mom… I like:

  • Their leashes and collars.
  • Their Solid Gold Hunden Flocken, I’m kinda getting tired of Koko’s salmon variety, where’s the lamb?
  • Their recycled water bottle toys and other fun stuff that you could let me try.
  • Their dental treats like hooves, antlers, and bones.
  • Their yummy training treats and cookies.

Jet, you already have most of those items and your list surpasses the $25.00 required spending.

But Mom, you said holiday shopping began yesterday, I’m ready for presents!  We’ll see, we’ll see.

Another great and hopeful day.