Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Last night, Mom took JJ and me out early for our evening walk so she could drop my human sister, Rachel, off at the hospital to visit her Grandma and make her meeting on time. Mom described the sky color as violet mixed with deepening blue, the final colors of light before the night sky takes over. We proceeded in the counter clockwise version of our morning rectangular route.
We immediately heard our friend Dixie barking up a storm. I think she tried to tell us her Mom was not home yet, why were we walking so early? Then, as we passed Vance and Vilda’s house, they went bazonkers. I think they asked us say hi at the fence. When we did, the racket hurt Mom’s ears; we returned to the street and kept going. As we rounded the corner, Pebbles, the large boxer with a deep, low pitched Kathleen Turner voice, dared me to play “chase me up and down the fence.” I wanted to oblige and pulled hard mimicking Pebbles’ moves from the street. Mom made it clear that we didn’t have time and kept moving towards the next corner.
Within a minute of turning our second corner, Jet, (yes, we have another Jet in the neighborhood, hmph!) the black and white cocker spaniel goes apoplectic behind her fence on the opposite side of the street. Her human told Mom she’s afraid of big dogs. Sorry to learn of this, we always hope for an opportunity to meet and break preconceived notions. I never talk back to Jet even though she boisterously speaks at least two to three houses’ worth.
We caught Lola and her new schnauzer sister outside too. They speak in high pitched, rapid fire tones ad infinitum. The only occasions I have to reply in person occur in Samson’s or Dixie’s yards. Since they speak German, I told them in raised voice (to get their attention) that I could not understand what they’re saying. They seemed irritated and intent to get their message across. We rounded the next two corners back to our house in time to meet Mom’s tight schedule.
Mom said I reminded her of this guy named Tom Jones!
Another great day.