Hey It’s Jet Here.
Yesterday, Mom took Little Miss Never Visited a Park Before and I to a new for us park. We met Madrina (Godmother) there. Except for the car that was broken into (not ours), we had a great time.
Another great day at the park.
Thanks to My Life in Blog Years and Dachshund Nola for hosting the Black and White Sunday blog hop.
Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Yesterday, I mentioned Mom’s Do-hickie thing she uses sometimes when talking on the telephone. Well, I forgot to mention, she’s a telephone hog! She rarely lets ME speak to people on the phone. Most of the time, I let it slide. However, she really must learn to share, especially when certain people are on the line.
For example, I love Rachel’s Godmother, who we call Madrina. I have a 6th sense when she’s on the phone. At first, I politely yipp. Usually, Mom keeps talking. Naturally, I bark more seriously, to get my point across. Next, I do my whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, sounds and if absolutely necessary, give it my deepest sustained combination “you’re not getting this are you?” bark.
If I’m lucky, Mom will put Madrina on speaker and I woof into the microphone and Madrina talks to me. Oh, I’m a good listener, too. I perk up my ears to ensure I hear every word. Mostly, Mom takes me by the collar and does that distracting stuff. Distracting stuff may include:
Tonight, I befuddled Mom. While she spoke with Madrina, I practiced all methods listed above. In the middle of her chat, she took a call from my human sister’s doctor. I did not bark once during their conversation. When Mom resumed her call with Madrina, I resumed above listed methods of communication. Mom and Madrina wanted to know how I knew the difference. Yes Jet, I really do want to know, I’m truly puzzled. Mom, can’t give away all the trade secrets you know, K-9 code.
Another great day.
Hey... It's Jet Here 