Wordless Wednesday: Vixen Goes to Publix

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mom spent almost two hours at the grocery store on Monday purchasing groceries for her two University of Miami classes yesterday and today.  (explains why she is slow to respond to your comments and slow to read your blog posts to me…she planned for 15 yesterday and 120 today.)  She told us that people in the produce aisles looked at her oddly because she looped the department for about 40 minutes, dividing her cart in half with baby carrot bags as the items almost overflowed the cart!

As she approached her car, the SUV next door had the back flap open and a Publix employee stood looking in.  Curious as ever, she thought she saw a K9.  Considering the temperature was about 93 with 100 % humidity, she peeked as she passed.  Here’s who peeked back.

The husband had the air on, thank goodness, even so, the K9 panted.  Mom shouted into the SUV and asked if she could pet the K9, girl or boy, how old and what the name was.  Yes, girl, 10 and Vixen.  Vixen? Like Rudolph the Reindeer’s Vixen Mom asked?  Yes. (the human didn’t want to talk much)  Mom thought Vixen looked like a Scooby Doo double with her expression, minus the coloring.  Mom told the Publix employee how surprising Vixen’s silky coat was.

By this time, Mom and her groceries felt like the Wicked Witch at the End of The Wizard of Oz… before she fully melted, she thanked the human, bid Vixen adieu, loaded her 20 or so bags and hit the AC button!

Another great, Great Dane, day.

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Oh What a Beautiful Morning, Oh What a Beautiful Day…

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Mom’s got a touch of musical”itis” of late.  First she referenced the Wizard of Oz when I was working on my courage issues.  Then, she asked me to mention Singing in the Rain,  the night I had fun in the rain.  JJ and I watch Glee and SMASH with her from our spots on the couch.  This morning, Mom recommended the Annie Get Your Gun reference for our post title.  At least I know the origin of this reference… we watched Oprah’s Master Class with Reba Mcentire Sunday night.  Miss Reba starred in Annie Get Your Gun, which apparently left a little “Post It” tag in Mom’s brain.

Anyway, back to me.  I wish I could have frozen time yesterday because I would label the weather – perfect.  A cool gentle breeze, partly sunny with blue skies and puffy clouds; the reason we suffer through six months of summer!  Our friend, Angela, took JJ and I for an extra long afternoon walk.

When Mom returned from her afternoon appointment and before dinner grocery shop, she barely had time to untangle her bag, purse, phone and keys on the counter before the doorbell rang.  Two children greeted her at the door.  They introduced themselves and reminded Mom they met us while walking near Miss Mary Ann’s house.  After a few minutes, Mom’s brain lightbulb turned on and she remembered which house they lived in.

Over the years, Mom and their Mom segued during our pre-dawn walks from:

  • Good Morning,
  • To Have a Nice Day,
  • To where do you work?
  • To we like your lawn decorations,
  • To meeting her children,
  • To inviting them to visit us whenever.

Sabrina and Anthony gave JJ and I bunches of lovies and they discussed our walking schedule with Mom.  Well, as luck would have it, they met us halfway through our evening walk last night.  Sabrina walked JJ for a bit, while Anthony hung on to his basketball, which JJ found most exciting.  (She must have been a WNBA mascot before we met her!)  Mom, Anthony and Sabrina shared K9 experiences (they have a lab and have had other dogs along the way…) They gave us goodnight lovies as we reached the corner light, Mom watched them race home and we turned the corner to finish our loop.

Another great “make new friends” day.

A Drop (Maybe a Cup) of Courage

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Wow, we’re posting late today!  Mom and I had to catch up on Zzzzs because of the last few days.  Since that awful night where the booms started, I cannot seem to muster the courage to go out when the sun goes down.  At some point (very late or extremely early) my tank can’t take it any more and I MUST go empty it.  Mom and I have fallen off schedule; I can sneak in lots of naps, however, she must go earn the biscuits (read this), so, she’s just plain sleepy.

Every time I give Mom the “signal”, which usually looks like me pestering her while she’s working at the computer, she tells me, “Ok, Jetty, let’s try again.”  She puts on my harness or sometimes she leaves my harness on so she can quickly click on my leash before I change my mind.  The process requires three and a half steps:

  • Exit the kitchen/garage door.
  • Exit garage door to outside world.
  • Refrain from making a 180 degree turn back into garage after sniffing the air.
  • (Here’s the half step.) Not hear any pops or booms en route which cause me to pull Mom and JJ really hard all the way home.

Jetty, I know how hard you try.  I can see the wheels turning and the courage meter needle wavering, trying to reach the full line.  You remind me of when I was in 6th grade, playing Dororthy in the Wizard of Oz.  My friend, Bruce, played the Cowardly Lion.  Watching you reminds me of watching his face throughout the play as he gets braver and braver.  Like the Lion, you will get your courage back and find a way to walk at night to empty your tank comfortably.  We go through this every year, you’re a brave boy.  Like I tell you every night when I look in your eyes and kiss you on the nose; I know you can do it.  Thanks Mom.

Another great day and hopefully braver night.