Let ‘Em Have It, We’re So Scared!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Last night, we met Miss Mary Ann and Dixie at the very end of their walk and the middle of ours.  Miss Mary Ann is an amateur meteorologist and told Mom to expect BIG storms last night.  She showed Mom the weather map from her snazzy phone.  She and Mom hoped the booms and streaky lights would not bother us too much.

Around 2:00 a.m. ish… the sky did this thingie called, “open up”,  booms, streaky lights, raining “cats and dogs!”  (What a silly human saying.) etc… Luckily for Mom, a new blue tarp sits on the roof above the kitchen, so for a change, we did not have puddles and plaster to greet us this morning.  I digress.

At the sight of each streaky light, JJ barked her Kathleen Turner pitched bark, letting those streaky lights know who’s boss.  Then she paced in no particular pattern all over Mom’s bed… and Mom, her innards shaking like a live wire.

If you’ve read my posts for a while, you know how I suffer with loud noises.  I tried JJ’s new barking technique, however returned to my pawing up the wall, knocking everything off Mom’s side table, trying to find my safe place etc…

Mom, good sport that she is, tried to drown out the noise with SportsCenter.  (She figured she could catch up on NBA Playoff results… except they talked too much about baseball.)  Then she tried CNN, in case we needed to catch up on world events.  (We were not impressed.) Mom tried to pet JJ into a calmer state, (no luck).  Finally, at some point, we all passed out.

This is going to be a LONG rainy season…

Another great, until today’s thunder storms, day.

Sympawny #14

Hey, it’s Jet Here.

Since I felt the need to report on the Westminster show in a timely fashion, I fell behind on the last Valentines occurrence this week.  When Mom, JJ and I went for our morning constitutional at 6:15 a.m., on Valentines Day, the sky was still dark.  Mom carries a flashlight in case we need to see something along the way.  Unexpectedly, we encountered the following:

  • Buddy, the Golden Retriever, barking a baritone staccato Valentines greeting.
  • We rounded the corner to catch a sonorous bay from Max, the beagle.
  • Lola and her new schnauzer sister contributed a frantic mid range duet.
  • Dixie, the mini Doxie, performed her rhythmic soprano bursts of barking.
  • Abby, the Border collie, must have had laryngitis or slept in.
  • Cody tried to conduct (small hint of Napoleon complex with this guy, but, he’s too cute, so, we cut him some slack.) and finally agreed to a protracted barking segment.
  • Freddy the poodle, the elder statesman, made sure everyone stayed on key.
  • Pebbles, the Kathleen Turner voiced boxer, gave her whoa, whoa, whoa solo and tried to purloin my attention from Freddy, Cody, JJ, Mom and Mr. Richard. (No luck this time.)
  • Lola the chocolate lab gave a far away bark from the back part of her house.
  • Vance, Vilda, and Rex, (the Westies and … not sure what heritage Rex has) flew out their doggie door and added a percussion component like a washboard from the wire mesh covering their metal gate.  They became so excited as we passed, they created a three-part fast paced harmony in a loud, slightly squeaky tone.
  • Simba slept in as far as we could tell, as did Neve.

By the time we reached our lawn again, I realized we spontaneously created SYMPAWNY #14, an ode to Valentines Day.  I never realized the vast array of musical talent we have on one oblong block.  Now, if we had just recorded the piece for posterity.  Darn.  Guess we’ll have to go for a future jam session.

Another great and symphonic day.

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Ladies, Ladies – Can’t Stop to Chat Right Now

Hey, It’s Jet Here. 

Last night, Mom took JJ and me out early for our evening walk so she could drop my human sister, Rachel, off at the hospital to visit her Grandma and make her meeting on time.  Mom described the sky color as violet mixed with deepening blue, the final colors of light before the night sky takes over.  We proceeded in the counter clockwise version of our morning rectangular route. 

We immediately heard our friend Dixie barking up a storm.  I think she tried to tell us her Mom was not home yet, why were we walking so early?  Then, as we passed Vance and Vilda’s house, they went bazonkers.  I think they asked us say hi at the fence.  When we did, the racket hurt Mom’s ears; we returned to the street and kept going.  As we rounded the corner, Pebbles, the large boxer with a deep, low pitched Kathleen Turner voice, dared me to play “chase me up and down the fence.”  I wanted to oblige and pulled hard mimicking Pebbles’ moves from the street.  Mom made it clear that we didn’t have time and kept moving towards the next corner.  

Within a minute of turning our second corner, Jet, (yes, we have another Jet in the neighborhood, hmph!) the black and white cocker spaniel goes apoplectic behind her fence on the opposite side of the street.  Her human told Mom she’s afraid of big dogs.  Sorry to learn of this, we always hope for an opportunity to meet and break preconceived notions.  I never talk back to Jet even though she boisterously speaks at least two to three houses’ worth.  

We caught Lola and her new schnauzer sister outside too.  They speak in high pitched, rapid fire tones ad infinitum.  The only occasions I have to reply in person occur in Samson’s or Dixie’s yards.  Since they speak German, I told them in raised voice (to get their attention) that I could not understand what they’re saying.   They seemed irritated and intent to get their message across.  We rounded the next two corners back to our house in time to meet Mom’s tight schedule.  

Mom said I reminded her of this guy named Tom Jones! 

Another great day.