Don’t Mention the “H” Word, PLEASE!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mostly, I’m a guy who lives in the moment, not worried about the calendar. I divide the year into seasons with booms and streaky lights and extra great seasons without booms and streaky lights.

Here in the tropics, the humans mark their calendars on June 1 because that begins the … gulp… should I say it?… picture me putting paws over my eyes and ears… HURRICANE SEASON. They make sure they have this thingie called a Hurricane box or a spot in their living location with extra:

  • Water
  • Canned goods
  • Candles
  • Batteries
  • Flashlights
  • Medicine
  • Pet supplies
  • Canisters of propane for the outside grill if appropriate
  • Generators – (if you’re lucky)
  • Access to your old land line phone
  • Gas in your car
  • Wood, WD40, Hurricane shutters – whatever is appropriate for your living situation.
  • Gasoline for your chainsaw (if you have one… we do not, picture Mom with a chainsaw… yikes!)

They name these Hurricane thingies using human names. Personally, I think that idea is kind of silly because then, if it’s a super bad storm, everyone has a bad feeling about a human carrying the same name. The only upside of living in a targeted Hurricane zone is that we get notice.

They say four legged creatures feel the change coming before the humans. So far, I’ve been lucky, no Huh-Huh-Hurricanes have hit my area since living with Mom. As many readers know, I suffer during typical thunder storms, so, I cannot even bear to think about the “H” kind. I think I’ll let Mom do all that preparation stuff and stay in the moment… Jet? Yes Mom? May I write something? Sure Mom. Thanks Jetty.

I make sure that I have a few extra special chewy treats (like bigger than normal bones, hooves, antlers) , homeopathic storm medicine, Benedryl for desperate measures, the pheromone spray, the Thundershirt, and anything else I can think of to help Jet and now JJ pass the storm and subsequent craziness the best way possible in the situation. What else can you do?

Another great, hopefully easy “H” season.

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Raindrop Gambling

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Remember yesterday I discussed our weather patterns here in the tropics?  Well, today we had our first prolonged day of rain bands.  Thank goodness, no booms or streaky lights.  The plants slurped up the water really fast, however, JJ and I did get to splash in a few puddles.

Because of my sensitive nature, Mom thought “please don’t rain” thoughts before feeding us dinner, so that we could carry out our evening constitutional on time and feel comfortable all night.  Amazingly, the heavy rain slowly subsided as the clock neared 7:00 and we completed our exit left square route with nary a drop of rain from the sky.  (We did receive droplets from the trees, creating a sheen on our heads!)

Mom told us that up North, when it rains, it goes on and on with gray skies.  When she moved down here, she could not believe that the rain could pound one side of the street while the sun shone on the other.

Hence the gambling reference.  During rainy season, Mom takes bets on:

  • Whether we can make it before the rain starts,
  • Whether we have to go through the whole rain gear preparedness exercise,
  • Whether we can make it between rain bands
  • Whether I will go out at all, for a bit, or a full walk (due to sensitivity mentioned above.),
  • Whether she needs boots,
  • Whether we will end up with muddy paws, etc…

Do you think there’s a Las Vegas line on Raindrop Gambling?  Quite often, Mom bets incorrectly, so, maybe we should keep the whole Vegas thing between us, ok?

Another great raindrop kind of day.

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