The Antarctica Shiver Diet

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Since JJ joined her/our forever home in December, we’ve wondered how she kept her svelte shape.  Theories circulated the neighborhood:

  • She never stops moving, particularly when she first arrived.  She seemed like the poster K9 for First Lady Obama’s Let’s Move Campaign!
  • Mom watched how she digested her new kibble and slowly integrated tidbits of veggies and fruit.  (We are her Kitchen K9s after all!)
  • Some thought I, Jet, the Gentleman, purloined (vocabulary builder) her food and dental treats when Mom could not see. (The nerve!  In truth, the opposite is true, ok, not really, we’re even Steven, Mom insists upon fairness!)
  •  JJ maintains a spectacularly regular elimination regimen.  Fiber?  Not for this girl!
  • Maybe her appetite did not fit the typical Golden (I love EVERYTHING) or K9 (we sniff, we taste, we inhale!) patterns.

The secret escaped this weekend.  JJ participates in the Antarctica Shiver Diet.  Never hear of it?  The basics go like this:

  • Watch for dark clouds.
  • When you hear booms or streaky lights, she begins to shiver like a scientist in Antarctica.
  • Add pacing for the duration of inclement weather, including rain minus the booms and streaky lights.

If she wore a shiver-ometer, which measures energy burned from severe shivering, her calorie count would go negative.

Now, I’m not one to judge, because you know how I feel and behave with booms and streaky lights.  I wanted to share the situation in case you had an interest in following this diet regimen.  Mom would like you to know that she’s open to shiver protection suggestions.

Another great except for the shivers, day.

P.S. Mom hopes tonight’s weather will ease, since the nighttime pacing includes pacing on Mom’s bed, whether Mom’s in it or not!

Kitchen K9s at Sunrise

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Oh, what a great week to be Mom’s Kitchen K9s.  First we had Prep Day and today Mom awoke poised and ready to cook and prep for herself.  By 5:30 a.m.:

  • Turkey burgers hit the Forman,
  • An array of veggies lined the counter,
  • Five bowls arced around her bamboo cutting board,
  • Her favorite knife and peeler rested on the board,
  • Three tiny Tupperware and 2 metal prep bowls arranged like soldiers flanked the spice area, and
  • The cabinet holding our garbage/recycling cans slid open a few inches ready to receive items before the garbage pickup at 9:00.

JJ continued her Sous Chef course, jumping up on the counter to learn how to: peel carrots and cucumbers, wash peppers, cherry tomatoes and lettuce (from Miss Mary Ann’s garden by the way), season ground turkey (today Mom combined salt free poultry and Mediterranean seasonings) and make salad dressing.  I have to check her Scooby Doo Academy schedule; seems like she’s working towards a home economics degree.

As mentioned Tuesday, JJ and I revel in our QC (quality control) responsibilities.  We confirmed that the carrots, celery, radishes, red peppers, (we refrain from lettuce, and can’t have scallions) and cucumbers passed muster.  Our daily 6:00 a.m. belly alarms quietly sounded, however, we gladly turned them off, enjoying tidbits until Mom had time to pause and serve us breakfast.

By 6:24 a.m. the eight turkey burgers looked like a pancake tower in a container, four of the five salads lined one shelf in the fridge, (one stayed out for Mom’s breakfast,) four of the five dressings stored on the door shelf ready for grabbing (one stayed out for Mom’s breakfast,) and the drip tray from the burgers, hey… where did it go?  Sometimes, I jump up and find a way to either lick it or tip it over onto the floor.  JJ showed promise last week by directly jumping up and pawing it over onto the floor.  Today, Mom made the tray disappear.  Little did we know…

She intended to let it cool down and use it as a surprise gravy on our kibble.  Gotta love Mom.  She scooped our kibble the normal way and then brought our bowls out to the kitchen where she would normally top JJ’s dish with gently warmed chicken stock.  Instead, she lovingly spooned the drip pan goodness onto BOTH our food bowls.  Scrumptious I say, Scrumptious.  Gotta make sure Mom does that again.

Another scrumptious (can’t say this enough) day.