The Lightening Did It

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mom and I had a great post vibe going this morning at 5:20 a.m. Mom didn’t want to interrupt the writing rhythm by taking a second to save our document.  She heard the wind and saw the drops getting stronger in the ray of light from the Rabbi’s house shining on our patio.  We hoped to finish, post and get on with breakfast and constitutional.

JJ began shaking and sidled up on Mom’s left side, while I rested my chin on Mom’s right thigh.  (A great dictation spot by the way.)  Without the usual boom for warning, the lights flickered and the computer beeped and shut off.  Since losing electricity occurs frequently in the tropics, we waited for the moment to pass and sure enough, another beep and the fan cranked up.  Mom restarted the lights, and the computer, however, when she opened this thing called “WORD”, a blank white canvas stared back.

Lesson to humans like Mom, SAVE, SAVE, SAVE…

Thanks Jetty, you are absolutely correct.  I usually save right away, however, as you mentioned, I worried a bit about the weather.  We should mention that you both refused to leave the house for about an hour and a half, right!  Yes, Mom.

Lesson to K9s like you my boy… we try our best to do our best! 

Love ya Mom.  Love you too, Jetty.

Another great, save your stuff, day.

Mulberry Time

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Today I heard booms, not great big ones, but booms nonetheless.   Lately, our neighborhood received a bit of rain, however, the booms stayed away until today.  In between what Mom calls a rain band, she scooted JJ out to take care of her afternoon business.  I avoided eye contact and slowly backpedaled towards my human sister, Rachel, for safety.

JJ popped back into the house, bouncy as always.  If she felt ok about going out, I figured I would try to empty my tank, too.  I ventured to the immediate left of the garage and did my emptying right under the rabbi’s window.

Mom rewarded me with a mulberry since they received a fresh wash from the rain shower.  Mom ate one too and before I knew it, she had a few in her hand.  She decided to ask Rachel to pass a bowl through the window and returned to picking.  I, Jet, the suburban farm dog, helped Mom by eating the fallen purple berries on the ground.

 

For Kodak moment purposes, Mom asked me to sit and wait for her to drop a berry into my mouth.  She had to coordinate holding her phone, me and the berry at the same time!

Another great, delicious mulberry day.

PS… We shared a few with JJ when we went back into the kitchen!