Winchester the Weathervane and other Tidbits

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Our friend, Miss Jodi, initiated this great idea to update readers on previous posts.  She created a lovely badge to go with her idea.

Last night, I almost left the garage to join the ladies for our evening constitutional… until the rumbling started.  I cowered (vocab building project VBP) and beelined right back into the house.  The ladies went on to meet Miss Mary Ann and Dixie at Max’s corner; however, even they abbreviated (VBP) their path because the multi-colored sky perplexed Miss Mary Ann, our resident meteorologist.  She and Mom counted the seconds between the lightning and the thunder and watched which way the storm was headed to determine the best course.  They eventually came upon good ‘ol Winchester, atop one of the houses looking like a weathervane!  Boy that guy has some feathers!

Tech Update:

Maybe all the storms knocked some electrical reasoning into our laundry room.  So far, shhhhhh, since Monday, our light switch/make all the equipment crazy issue, has subsided.  Mom gently flips the switch and watches the equipment like a hawk.  Oh those Mr. AT&T people… the only remaining naughty behavior is with the removal of the teensy wireless thingie, Mom’s new, SMART TV is dumb!  She’s dreading the inevitable 4th call in 8 weeks!  Mom’s Kitchen Counselor blog should be restored in about five more days; then the fun starts because she still must have a new company fix the former issues.  Baby steps…

Tasty Tuesday:

Miss Susan from Long Life Cats and Dogs commented that to her knowledge, she has never seen honeydew in S. Africa.  New headline: HONEYDEW – MIA IN S.A.!  We asked her whether she has access to other types of melons like: watermelon, cantaloupe, canary, Persian etc… as Mom’s faithful Kitchen K9, I await her reply.  Also, we congratulate LLCD for making Le Clown’s blogroll in a heated contest… read on to follow the drama.

Striking Chimera:

Because Mom will not permit me to FB or Tweet yet, we did not know how many of you already knew about the striking feline.  You did not seem to mind the repeat and wrote in similar observations of amazement, appreciation and wonderment at her coloring.  Several of you wanted verification that the picture was not “photshopped.”  From my Scooby Do Academy approved investigative skills, the answer is no.

Another great follow-up day.

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Moms Hands Were Busy

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Well, we’re late posting again and … well… uh… JJ and I must take responsibility.  Here’s what happened.

We’ve had naughty storms the last three days and you KNOW how we feel about storms.

  • Tuesday: I would not leave the edge of the garage to “empty the tank” or anything else from 2 p.m. until 2 p.m. Wednesday.  Bless her heart, Mom tried everything and even whispered permission to “do what was necessary to be comfortable” in my ear.
  • Tuesday/Wednesday night: JJ barked, unmade Mom’s bed, whimpered and shook from about 1:30 a.m. until we don’t even remember when. I hunkered down in Mancave #2.
  • Wednesday morning: I made it one block for one quick “empty the tank” and then did a forceful U-turn right back to Casa Jetty as the booms began.  I really should be a Weather K9! (Note to self: look up meteorology at Scooby Doo Academy.)  I remained safely inside while Little Miss “I’ll take my constitutional like the mail carriers, through wind and rain and sleet and snow!” and Mom took an abbreviated walk in mild thunder and occasional lightening.
  • Wednesday afternoon: Ah… brief moment of sunshine, made up for some lost “emptying the tank opportunities.”
  • Wednesday evening: Repeat of Wednesday morning, more or less.
  • Wednesday late night: Desperation hit ‘ol Jetty boy and I allowed Mom to cajole (VBP) me into a super speedy side of the house major “empty the tank” visit after pacing for about five minutes while Mom said encouraging words.
  • Thursday morning: Woke Mom up at 5 a.m. and suggested an earlier than usual breakfast.  Mom gave in (15 min.) because she knew that this meant I was ready to take a walk and knew I had many missed elimination opportunities to make up for. Patient Mom.  I was this thingie called obstinate at the corner by Max’s house.  Mom allowed us to cross the street to see if she could distract me.  We crossed back 3 houses down in order to deliver Miss Mary Ann’s paper.  I planted myself like a sequoia and thought we would 180 back home.  Mom practiced distraction + patience and walked around the next house’s dumpster, and we took refocusing breaks when needed.  Two houses after, I was back to myself and we completed a most fruitful walk, if you know what I mean.

As soon as Mom went to transcribe my post, the sky opened up again.  JJ crawled on top of Mom, I climbed on the CPU and printer at equal intervals and well… Forget the possibility of Mom taking pictures! Mom’s hands were busy!

Another great, please make the weather better, day!

Tidbits

Hey It’s Jet Here.

I thought Mom and I would catch you up on some items from recent posts.  You have commented so generously and thoughtfully, we deeply appreciate it.

  • JJ, “Little Miss Wonder Dog”, is recovering as if she cannot recall she even had emergency surgery.  Her energy, well let’s just say 100% understates reality by about 100%!
  • Saturday:  Your comments about K9 military designations and benefits made us feel warm and fuzzy inside.  Even more exciting… Miss Ledy Vankavage, (my first blogspondent interview), created a petition you can sign at one of our favorite sites, Best Friends Animal Sanctuary.  (link forthcoming… right now it keeps posting with Mom’s info.)
  • Mischief Monday:
  • The garage door mischief continues on and has unfortunately intensified.  The naughty company supposedly agreed to send an inspector to determine whether after more than a week of automatic up and down movement, the mischief is mechanical ( Mom pays) or electrical (Mom doesn’t pay) like Mom insists.  On the surprisingly positive side, a garage door blogger, Mr. Joe, sent Mom a technical thought on the subject via comments – How nice was that? 2nd update: Naughty company did not show as promised today at prescribed time.  Mom went ballistic.  Nice person eventually came and guess what?  The problem WAS ELECTRICAL: just like Mr. Joe and Mom SAID IT WAS!
  • Roof?  Well, so far, the blue tarp is keeping Casa Jet dry in the kitchen.
  • Air Conditioner: Minor setback – water leaked out Monday night.  Luckily, sleep deprived Mom heard the water pouring out at 1 a.m. and turned the machine off.  Best news: Covered by warranty, no biscuit $ required.
  • Tasty Tuesday:  Remember a few weeks back when Mom made items for class and neglected us?  Well, watch for next Tuesday, because obviously, she did not learn from the error of her ways!
  • Great news: Remember our friend Ish?  Well he’s on his way with another egg delivery.  We thought the weather would foul (get it? foul?) his delivery plans!

I wish Mom could transcribe more, however, JJ and I are freaking out in the 3 hours of pouring rain and booms.  Mom feels this thing called frustrated as I try to climb on top of the printer, or her thigh and JJ whimpers, shakes, pants and hovers on top of Mom.

Another great (minus the storm) catching up day.

P.S. Mom had such a rough time with us, and the naughty company, that her posting got delayed until now!  (uh… sorry Mom.)

Let ‘Em Have It, We’re So Scared!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Last night, we met Miss Mary Ann and Dixie at the very end of their walk and the middle of ours.  Miss Mary Ann is an amateur meteorologist and told Mom to expect BIG storms last night.  She showed Mom the weather map from her snazzy phone.  She and Mom hoped the booms and streaky lights would not bother us too much.

Around 2:00 a.m. ish… the sky did this thingie called, “open up”,  booms, streaky lights, raining “cats and dogs!”  (What a silly human saying.) etc… Luckily for Mom, a new blue tarp sits on the roof above the kitchen, so for a change, we did not have puddles and plaster to greet us this morning.  I digress.

At the sight of each streaky light, JJ barked her Kathleen Turner pitched bark, letting those streaky lights know who’s boss.  Then she paced in no particular pattern all over Mom’s bed… and Mom, her innards shaking like a live wire.

If you’ve read my posts for a while, you know how I suffer with loud noises.  I tried JJ’s new barking technique, however returned to my pawing up the wall, knocking everything off Mom’s side table, trying to find my safe place etc…

Mom, good sport that she is, tried to drown out the noise with SportsCenter.  (She figured she could catch up on NBA Playoff results… except they talked too much about baseball.)  Then she tried CNN, in case we needed to catch up on world events.  (We were not impressed.) Mom tried to pet JJ into a calmer state, (no luck).  Finally, at some point, we all passed out.

This is going to be a LONG rainy season…

Another great, until today’s thunder storms, day.