Melatonin Mishap

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Glad to be back today.  Thanks to my feline brother, Puffy, for acknowledging an appreciating my interventions between JJ and the felines.

Yesterday, I snoozed through my alarm duties twice.   I typically wake up between 4 and 5:30 depending on whether I emptied my tank before bed the night before.  If you’ve read my posts since Christmas, you will know that I’ve struggled mightily with the booms after dark in my neighborhood.  At worst, I nudge Mom with my wet nose or lightly brush her left arm with my paw at 6, give or take 5 minutes either side.  My back up belly alarm somehow knows that 6 is the magic number for breakfast.

6:24 – yup, that’s what Mom’s telephone said when her eyes flipped open.  JJ and I, unfazed by the hour, were both sprawled out on the bed.  Mom sprung out of bed, speed walked to the kitchen, fed the felines and K9s, tapped my human sister, Rachel’s door, let her know the time, and zipped back to the kitchen to leash us up.  JJ and I enjoyed a leisurely stroll with carefully selected (meaning – took them FOREVER) solid waste sites.  Mom kept urging us to hurry up; she had to walk Rachel into school for some reason and needed to shower and leave the house before 7:10.

Mom had a 6:00 appointment in the evening. She set her phone alarm for 5:40  to mark the end of our power nap.  My belly alarm got stuck in the off position again, like mom’s phone alarm setting.  Mom woke up at 6:12.  I NEVER miss my 6 p.m. internal dinner bell.  Mom changed outfits and quickly fed us before she left.   Upon arrival, the ladies in the group gently told Mom that her shirt seemed inside out!  Whoops. Mom laughed right along with the ladies.

Mom mentioned that this thing called my melatonin cycle might have gotten off track because:

  • of all the booms,
  • causing me not to empty my tank before bed,
  • causing me to rise earlier than normal,
  • causing me to need more naps.

Maybe Mom’s melatonin cycle fell off track, too.  I think we both need a reboot!  Sorry Mom for disrupting our schedule.  No worries Jetty, part of life, we do our best.  I appreciate your thoughtfulness my boy.  It’s 6:01 a.m. and you just nudged me with your nose, I’d say that’s a good sign!

Another great back on time day.


Ahhh… Afternoon Siesta and Evening Meaty Bone

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

When Mom gets home from working at the Farmers Market, we keep her company while she unloads the car.  JJ and I then hang out in the kitchen as Mom puts things away and piles the dirty items in the sink.  Since the clock ticks way past noon, Mom prepares a late lunch and savors the ability to sit down after 5+ hours on her feet.  We accompany her under the table.  After cleaning dishes and her work items, we gear up for a quick tank emptying and then…. it’s Siesta time!

I usually snuggle with Mom for a bit, and depending on lots of stuff, I may move around the room.  Yesterday, JJ and I napped the whole time on Mom’s bed.  The only bad part – JJ continued to CHEW Mom’s wool blanket, hidden underneath her comforter.  Mom was NOT amused.  She scolded JJ and asked her, “Would you chew a sheep?”  No response from the Chewminator.  We woke up refreshed and ready for the balance of the day.

I tried very hard to extend my walking time last night.  As we turned the corner towards my friend, Dixie’s house, I saw the silhouette of a beautiful girl, heritage undetermined due to lack of light.  I pulled and barked so loud that – Jet, look away from the post for a moment.  Why, Mom?  Because I asked you to, Jetty.  Ok Mom.  He barked so loud and for the length of about 3 houses that he covered the sounds of the pops going on in the neighborhood.  Ok, back to you my boy!  Thanks Mom!  I couldn’t catch up to her, so I returned to my evening constitutional.  We completed our typical morning rectangular route and Mom acted very happy when we unleashed in the garage.  She looked at JJ and me and said those delicious words, “I’ve got a special treat for you.”  My tail did the happy wag when she pulls the bag of frozen meaty bones out of the freezer.

As chief of the fur family members I rightly get the biggest bone.  JJ, Miss Chewminator, loves bones as much as I do.  We go to our respective special spots and start chomping.  I worked on my bone for almost four hours.  Mom threw it away because I cracked it into sharp edges.  JJ eats her bones in a more lady-like style.  We went out to empty tanks before bed and kept Mom company as she and the felines did their nighttime rituals.

Meaty bones and naps, Sunday bliss!

Another great (Sun)day.