K9s in Repose

Hey, it’s Jet Here.

Mom and Auntie Liz went to this new art exhibit called Art Wynwood last Friday night.  As soon as they entered, they saw a poodle, looked at each other and almost spoke at the same time.  Auntie Liz said, “Jet will not be happy about this.”  Mom replied, “Who knew dogs could attend?”  Lucky for them, no other dogs crossed their paths, so… perhaps the poodle had special permission.

Anyway, Mom found a painting of my fellow K9s and humans enjoying a great beach day.  She told Auntie Liz that she would hang a painting like that in our house… except … too many zeros followed the number by the word PRICE!  She took a few pictures instead to keep the memory in her mind and share with JJ and I.   

Full painting

Closer view - first third - left to right...

Closer view - middle section

Closer view - final third

As they continued to the next gallery, Auntie Liz thoughtfully reminded Mom that Miami Beach… where SHE lives and thinks we SHOULD move has a dog beach that JJ and I would like.  MOM????

Another great beach day?

Sympawny #14

Hey, it’s Jet Here.

Since I felt the need to report on the Westminster show in a timely fashion, I fell behind on the last Valentines occurrence this week.  When Mom, JJ and I went for our morning constitutional at 6:15 a.m., on Valentines Day, the sky was still dark.  Mom carries a flashlight in case we need to see something along the way.  Unexpectedly, we encountered the following:

  • Buddy, the Golden Retriever, barking a baritone staccato Valentines greeting.
  • We rounded the corner to catch a sonorous bay from Max, the beagle.
  • Lola and her new schnauzer sister contributed a frantic mid range duet.
  • Dixie, the mini Doxie, performed her rhythmic soprano bursts of barking.
  • Abby, the Border collie, must have had laryngitis or slept in.
  • Cody tried to conduct (small hint of Napoleon complex with this guy, but, he’s too cute, so, we cut him some slack.) and finally agreed to a protracted barking segment.
  • Freddy the poodle, the elder statesman, made sure everyone stayed on key.
  • Pebbles, the Kathleen Turner voiced boxer, gave her whoa, whoa, whoa solo and tried to purloin my attention from Freddy, Cody, JJ, Mom and Mr. Richard. (No luck this time.)
  • Lola the chocolate lab gave a far away bark from the back part of her house.
  • Vance, Vilda, and Rex, (the Westies and … not sure what heritage Rex has) flew out their doggie door and added a percussion component like a washboard from the wire mesh covering their metal gate.  They became so excited as we passed, they created a three-part fast paced harmony in a loud, slightly squeaky tone.
  • Simba slept in as far as we could tell, as did Neve.

By the time we reached our lawn again, I realized we spontaneously created SYMPAWNY #14, an ode to Valentines Day.  I never realized the vast array of musical talent we have on one oblong block.  Now, if we had just recorded the piece for posterity.  Darn.  Guess we’ll have to go for a future jam session.

Another great and symphonic day.

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Good Sports-Dog-Ship

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Sorry for the late post, however, the electrical poltergeist visited our house again.  Yup, Mom told us (including my human sister, Rachel) that this thingie called a server fell down, went down… something like that.  So for almost a day, we couldn’t post for you.  Mom went into ESI (Electrical Scene Investigation) mode this morning, and discovered: THREE wires mysteriously were unplugged.  She plugged them in, waited a bit and voila – we’re back!

We want to publicly congratulate Malachy, the Peke, on his Westminster win Tuesday evening.  That little guy entertained us as he trotted around the ring.  We enjoy watching the two night contest (via tivo) and cheering for our favorites.  Mom says it’s sort of like watching the NBA playoffs and finals packed into two nights.  Mom really pays attention to the announcer when he details the heritage and the characteristics of each breed.

Now, if you will permit me to break down the contest from my point of view:

Night One selected the first four group winners:

Hound Group – We like the array of body shapes from sleek to low lying.  Of course we rooted for the three dachshunds in Dixie’s honor and the wire-haired guy won!  We can’t wait to chat with Dixie about this.

Toy Group – Rachel would usually find this group most appealing as she is a “small dog” person, however, she has the flu and stayed under her covers all night.

Non-Sporting Group – First of all, this group needs a much jazzier name, any suggestions?  How about the cool breed name group?  We like this group for their diversity.  The Dalmatian win reminded Mom how popular Dalmatians were when she was a little girl.   Celebrating wrinkles made Mom smile (aka the Sharpei winning 2nd place.)

Herding Group – Since I joined the family, Mom pays much closer attention to this group.  We try to find similarities to my “Mr. Handsome” looks and the breeds in this group.  Mom also listens extra carefully to the breed descriptions to get a better sense of what comes naturally to herders like me!  Who doesn’t love the German Shepherd?  The Garden went nuts.  Our only curiosity, why German Shepherd Dog? We do not call JJ Golden Retriever Dog?  Hmm… will have to investigate.

Night two commentary tomorrow.

Another great day.

Riddle Me This…

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

JJ, Mom and I just returned from our predawn walk in the fresh, crisp, day 1 of cold front air.  Remember how much I love the scent of pine?  If not, no worries, read this.  To my utter delight and surprise, five houses along our path this morning graced their lawns with Christmas trees ready for Monday’s garbage pickup. Ahhh… to smell the limbs… to empty my tank… good stuff for a Saturday morning!

On the subject of walking routes, Riddle Me This:  What is the difference between walking clockwise on our morning route in the predawn darkness versus the post sunset darkness?

Here’s the back-story to help you.  Almost every weekday morning we journey in a clockwise rectangular route passing: my friend, Dixie’s house, my non-friend, Abby the border collie’s house (I’ve tried, really.) Pebbles, the boxer with the deep bark’s house, Freddie’s house, Lola the chocolate lab’s house, Pepper the medium sized poodle’s house, Vance & Vilda the Westies’ house, Simba’s house, Neve’s house, Sammy’s house and finally back home.  We pass other houses, too, however, it’s easier for me to remember the houses with other K9s in them.

At night, depending on who we walk with, if anyone, the weather, the time, and/or my personal curiosity, we head out one of three ways.  If we choose to copy our morning path, we usually stop and either pick Dixie and Mary Ann up or at least say hello.  For some reason, after that I will NOT continue in a clockwise fashion.  Mom tries:

  • “Jet” therapy techniques,
  • her “I’m serious” voice,
  • encouragement from Mary Ann,
  • “snap out of it” techniques from Caesar and
  • anything else she can think of at the moment.

A clue:  If we can somehow travel by two or three houses, I eventually get back into normal rhythm.

Another great and enigmatic day.