Missed Ya!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mom and I look forward to Wordless Wednesdays.  We contemplate (vocab builder) the construction of our post beginning usually around Sunday.  Sometimes, the light bulb goes off as late as Tuesday evening and then Mom transcribes Wednesday morning anywhere from 5 to 7:30 depending on the day’s schedule.

You may recall that we stayed off the virtual highway on Monday over concerns about that virus thingie winging around the world.  JJ had a rough night with storms, barking her way through the wee hours of the morning like a heckler at a comedy club.  Tuesday evening deteriorated further.

Little Miss Barkarooni began her heckling of the thunder/lightening around 3 a.m.  She added pacing, burrowing, and digging to China to her repertoire.  (vocab builder)  By 4:00 a.m., we heard an explosion and a burst of light and then… fade to black!  Living in Hurricane land, we lose our power quite often, sometimes for seconds, sometimes for hours, and sometimes for days.  Mom checked out the windows to make sure it was the neighborhood and not just us.  Across the canal retained (vocab builder) their lights, lucky ducks.

Anyway, the storm continued, JJ continued and Mom became desperate.  Finally, she wondered if JJ would benefit from a lady cave, since my man caves have helped me feel a smidge safer.  So, at 4:20 ish, Mom took her sleeping wedges and phone and trudged through the dark, (no working flashlights… yeah, she knows, restock the hurricane supplies), into her closet.  JJ and I followed without need of request and she shut the door, setting up her sleeping area on the floor.  I nestled into my man cave #2 corner; man cave #1 is in Mom’s office. JJ paced the small rectangle shape until finally settling down beside Mom’s shoe tree about 35 minutes later.  Oh, guess who joined us too?  Fluffy!

Mom snatched about an hour of rest and then woke up in time to serve us breakfast.  She could not go to work since the garage door would not open without the emergency pull, costing $125 to reengage.  Power returned around noon and Mom was so out of sorts that she never did get to write our Wednesday post or participate in the hop.  Don’t worry; we filed our idea away for next week.

Another great, thank goodness for electricity, day.

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Don’t Mention the “H” Word, PLEASE!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mostly, I’m a guy who lives in the moment, not worried about the calendar. I divide the year into seasons with booms and streaky lights and extra great seasons without booms and streaky lights.

Here in the tropics, the humans mark their calendars on June 1 because that begins the … gulp… should I say it?… picture me putting paws over my eyes and ears… HURRICANE SEASON. They make sure they have this thingie called a Hurricane box or a spot in their living location with extra:

  • Water
  • Canned goods
  • Candles
  • Batteries
  • Flashlights
  • Medicine
  • Pet supplies
  • Canisters of propane for the outside grill if appropriate
  • Generators – (if you’re lucky)
  • Access to your old land line phone
  • Gas in your car
  • Wood, WD40, Hurricane shutters – whatever is appropriate for your living situation.
  • Gasoline for your chainsaw (if you have one… we do not, picture Mom with a chainsaw… yikes!)

They name these Hurricane thingies using human names. Personally, I think that idea is kind of silly because then, if it’s a super bad storm, everyone has a bad feeling about a human carrying the same name. The only upside of living in a targeted Hurricane zone is that we get notice.

They say four legged creatures feel the change coming before the humans. So far, I’ve been lucky, no Huh-Huh-Hurricanes have hit my area since living with Mom. As many readers know, I suffer during typical thunder storms, so, I cannot even bear to think about the “H” kind. I think I’ll let Mom do all that preparation stuff and stay in the moment… Jet? Yes Mom? May I write something? Sure Mom. Thanks Jetty.

I make sure that I have a few extra special chewy treats (like bigger than normal bones, hooves, antlers) , homeopathic storm medicine, Benedryl for desperate measures, the pheromone spray, the Thundershirt, and anything else I can think of to help Jet and now JJ pass the storm and subsequent craziness the best way possible in the situation. What else can you do?

Another great, hopefully easy “H” season.