Tasty Tuesday – Worth Waiting For

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Thanks to Sugar and Kol for initiating Tasty Tuesdays, today is our fifteenth  participating post!

Last night, well most of yesterday, really, we had storm bands pass through our area.  If you’re wondering why Mom and I did not hop much yesterday or respond to your wonderful comments, JJ and I kept Mom “otherwise engaged.”  We tried to wait for Miss Mary Ann and Dixie for our usual evening constitutional around 7:00/7:15 p.m., however, we could see the black sky moving towards Casa Jet.  Considering we could not empty our tanks in the mid afternoon, we NEEDED to get going.

Miss Beverly texted Mom right before dinner to ask if we had ear drops, because Neve’s ear was flaming red.  (Do we have ear drops!!!)  Mom called Miss Beverly right after we ate and asked:

  • Did she want to walk? (Yes if the weather held.)
  • Would she mind going earlier than usual? (No problem.)
  • Mom let her know she spoke with Miss Mary Ann who understood if we needed to leave before she could join us.

With a dark grey sky shifting to deeper shades quickly, we completed our exit left route.  Miss Beverly and Neve came into our house so Mom could share JJ’s Elizabethan collar.  Well, within minutes, the sky lit up, booms crashed, the pelting rain sound surprised even the humans and Miss Beverly and Neve were our guests for an unplanned 2 hour plus visit!  YIPPEE.

We had:

  • a one hour humans on the kitchen floor petting session,
  • a t.v. watching diversion for an hour (more petting)
  • and… the reason for this post… TREAT diversions!!!

Usually, Mom sticks to dental treats after walks.  We had our usual Hextra Chews and Neve tried a twistix.  (She loved it!)  Then for some EXCELLENT reason (Mom: thunder distraction) Miss Beverly offered Newman’s Own New Zealand Ranch Style Dog Treats (Lamb & Sweet Potato – no wheat, no corn… a prior gift from Miss Mary Ann and Dixie) A 12 paw recommendation! Mom thought we looked adorable and caught this shot.

Another great, please give us a storm break, day.



Constitutional Aborted


Hey It’s Jet Here.

Sorry for the late post, however, we arrived home completely waterlogged this morning and have not felt quite right all day.  We had good intentions.  We let Mom sleep a bit extra today since we stayed up late waiting to join today’s blog hop at midnight. Mom then feels the need to write some comments.  This stuff called adrenaline shoots into her system and she cannot go to sleep, so, nice K9s that we are, we keep her company as she reads in bed.  Well, actually, JJ kept her company until she began to snore as Mom petted her to sleep!

Anyway, I digress.  Since the forecasters said rain all weekend, we sucked it up, geared up and braved the light rain for our morning walk because Mom and JJ needed to go to an early appt. at Dr. Shaffer’s for another ear/worm check.  Remember, this is the visit Mom needed to bring my solid waste sample to see if I had the creepy crawlies, too. EWWWWW!

Well, we went on our exit left, cross the big street weekend route dealing with the strengthening rain band.  About one third through our journey, the sky opened up and the rain pounded on our backs and head.  We looked like a soggy duck, superboy and purple thing making our way.  I froze and Mom realized I would not continue forward.  Luckily, we had a choice of a shorter version of the route, made a right and traipsed through the deepening puddles and flooding streets.  You can guess that solid waste elimination was absolutely out of the question; no sample for Mom!

The sound of the garage opening caused JJ and I to race for the kitchen door faster than Mom could keep up so she dropped the waterlogged leashes.  As soon as she entered the garage, she clicked the remote to close the door to keep out the pelting rain.  Mom had a lightbulb moment, realizing while her phone rested in the kitchen, her camera resided in the car.  She grabbed the camera, finally taking pictures of our sorry, soggy selves for you to see.

She cancelled Dr. Shaffer because his area floods worse than ours.  Mom dried us with the huge green towel, laughing at how wet all three of us were.  She told JJ and I we should have gone outside with a bar of soap, our shampoo and had spa day in nature!  I needed major recovery (nap) time after that adventure, yessirree!

Another great, waterlogged, day.

Thanks to Life With DogsConfessions of the Plume and Two Little Cavaliers for hosting the Saturday Blog Hop.

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I’m Singing in the Rain

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Ok, I did not exactly sing in the rain late last night, let’s say I had that Gene Kelly glorious feeling of enjoyment in the rain.  Miss Mary Ann and Dixie came over last night by car because Dixie does not like her undercarriage to get wet.  The rain began when they tried to head out for a walk with us.

Mom, unaware of the weather change, welcomed them into the house for a visit and leashed JJ and I up with our raincoats while Mom and Miss Mary Ann spoke.  As you may have guessed, I could not muster enough courage to leave the garage.  Mom and JJ looked like Laker fans with their duck yellow (Mom) and purple (JJ) outerwear.

About an hour later, my tank let me know it needed emptying NOW.  I barked and nudged Mom while she worked on the computer.  She asked me if I wanted to try to go out again; I answered by trotting to the garage door and stepping into my harness.  The rain diminished to a light drizzle and Mom figured I would scoot to the side of the house, empty my tank quickly and sidle back inside the garage.  She gambled and we left sans outerwear and sans garage door clicker.  Good thinking Mom… until…

I realized that the drizzle felt refreshing on my back.  The side of the house did not evoke any tank emptying urges and I led Mom diagonally away from the house.  She did not want to interrupt my momentum and off we went.  I passed a favorite pole on my young friend, Ruby’s yard.  I passed a provocative patch of grass on Roger and Vicky’s yard as the rain frequency and volume increased.  I passed the first of three favorite tall thin trees on the next yard and FINALLY decided the second tree had the right mojo for tank emptying.  By then, I found my swagger and wanted to continue my constitutional.

Mom led me into a U-turn because by this point, we both looked like this thing called very wet.  With my nose tenderly sniffing the ground on the return trip, smelling all the wonderful scents lifted by the rain, I barely registered my water saturation.  Gotta give Mom some credit, she gave me smell time on the way back, even though the rain strength increased.  Mom heard and saw Gene Kelly performing “Singing in the Rain” in her mind’s eye as I took her on the scenic route home circling trees, following hedge lines,  and tracing semicircle driveways with my paws over the three yards on the opposite side of the street. 

Another great day (and night in the rain.)

K9 Math

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Guess what?  Scooby Doo Academy likes math and science as much as Mom and I do.  I’m doing my first K9 math/science class assignment about equations.  They asked for an example of an equation that I have experienced.  I discussed my options with Mom and then last night, the perfect situation presented itself.  Here’s what I will hand in:

         plus 

Plus, no rain, thunder or


EQUALS  Mom’s email is goofy again, so, we could not use her real red boots with moose on them.  Also, Mom spent lots of time toweling me off, so, no personal pics of my muddy paws.

Another great, splashy, muddy night!