Not One, but Two Good Things

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Shhh… can you keep a secret?  I can and I did.  We almost added another K9 to the family.  Why almost?  Because the adoption fell through.  As the MAN of the house, I, Jet, the Gentleman, had to lick a LOT of little water drops off Mom’s and my human sister, Rachel’s faces.  Sorry to begin with the sad thing, but, you have to know this part to understand how special the good thing was.

Mom and Rachel ordered a leash, a collar and a customized tag for my almost sister.  When Aimee, from Happy Tags, emailed Mom to confirm her order, Mom emailed the whole story back, and before you know it, I couldn’t keep up with the back and forth sharing emails.

This style in HOT PINK!

When the sad thing happened, Mom emailed Aimee and guess what?  Aimee cancelled Mom’s order and didn’t charge her.  Mom said when we adopt we’re DEFINITELY getting a tag from Aimee.

Second good thing.  Remember “that Max” (read this and this), well that Détente thing is still moving forward.  TWICE this week “that Max” and his human walked towards us hugging the left side of our street while we walked the grassy edge of the right side.

Mom:  Good Morning.

Max’s Human:  Good Morning.

Me: silent nod conveying “Hey Dude, smells good out here, huh?”

That Max:  Mild bark conveying “Yeah, been on a diet man, no fun.”

Mom says sharing good news makes more good things happen.  Does this mean I have another greasy, juicy, fatty burger in my near future?  Jet, you were doing so well up until that last comment.   Mom, a guy can dream!

Another great and good thing day.

Beagles: Snoopy, MAX and Buddy

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

When Mom attended Camp Truda, she acted in the play; You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown.  Her best camp friend, Sue, played Snoopy.  Mom thinks Snoopy had a lot to do with the popularity of Beagles.

All I know about Beagles I learned from that “darn Max” and Buddy.  Our whole pack avoids that “darn Max” as best we can.  In truth, it’s not his fault.  The human who walks him, says mean things about all of us in another language when she passes by and doesn’t scoop the poop either.

She called my Mom names and my sister Koko ugly.  Glad I never heard that personally, or, my protective nature might just have kicked in.  She’s called me terrible words too; however, as I’ve written before, a Gentleman does not repeat words like that.  I behave really well considering that “darn Max” barks, howls and charges at us.  Mom reminds me that Max probably has a more endearing side when he’s with other members of his family.  She always looks for the silver lining.

Just when my rating of Beagles hovered at hmm… like zero, I met Buddy the Beagle.  Our newer neighbors, Pat and Cindy, recently adopted Buddy the Beagle from the pound.  Now, Buddy does that Beagle baying stuff, but, he’s a friendly fellow.  We’ve walked with him a few times and he and I had lots to discuss.  I really appreciated having some “guy time” since the rest of my pack is female.  Pat tells Buddy and me manly man stuff about baseball since he’s really involved in building the new Marlins stadium.  And… I don’t have to explain or apologize for stopping frequently to empty my tank.  Buddy the Beagle understands that I need to let fellow K9s know Jet was here!

So here’s to you, Buddy the Beagle, for restoring my faith in your breed.  See ya on the block!

Another great day.