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:
- That Cesar Millan guy’s tch sound – like that’s going to change my mind.
- Petting me – I let her get away with that for a while, why not?
- Offering me a toy or chewy – does she really think I’m that easy? Ok, sometimes I am that easy.
- Ignoring me – silly, silly Mom…
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.