Tucson Greyhound Flying High 2013/04/30Posted by greyhoundsrule in Jett's Stream.
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Written by Jett Greyhound
It’s been like a whirlwind of activity around here. Never, and I mean never, a dull moment.
April was the Greyhound Blitz for National Adopt a Greyhound Month and we have been blitzing like crazy.
I went to the Farmers Market at the Loft Cinema and met every man, woman, child, and dog who came that day. Some guy sang a song about me — When you’re a JETT, you’re a JETT all the way from your first cigarette to your last dying day. He was funny. He wanted to take me home but my human didn’t like that idea.
The following Saturday I went to Pima Air & Space Museum. Wow! What a great place. Big. Friendly. I met so many people, some from Japan and Switzerland, and Austria plus the good old USA. I was quite popular.
Then I went to the Rainbow Remembrance. That was a sad event as people stood up and remembered the greyhounds that went to the Rainbow Bridge. My human talked about Hush Puppie, Romance, and Atomic Charm — not dogs that I ever met but dogs that never got to be a beloved pet like I am.
Then I went to a Meet & Greet at Royal Kia of Tucson and met lots of new people and kissed some babies. Maybe I should be a politician?
I guess the Blitz is over. Big sigh.
Then we had lots of dogs stay with us. We had Dylan and Christopher (available) and Piper stay here for respite fostering. Piper got adopted by a nice family who came to pick him up; they had his littermate. Saffron stays here sometimes; she’s a nice old gal. Donut is here now; she’s an alpha girl who hogs the couch. And then there’s Carter who I know my human just adores. His people go away a lot and he spends a fair amount of time with us. I don’t mind. He is Girlfriend’s body guard but in a nice way.
So there you have it. Busy. Busy. Busy. Plus I go to middle school again later in May. I can’t wait!
What you see is what you Jett…
P.S. I’m wearing Thera-Paws because I have paw problems but hopefully they are getting better. Paws crossed…so they say.
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I chewed Mama Karyn’s favorite purse.
This didn’t happen recently but right before Christmas. However, this is the first time I have been able to sneak on the com-pu-ter. Mama Karyn lives on the com-pu-ter. She has a whole secret life involving all these virtual friends that have never met me. Their loss.
Anyway I was so tired of that red purse, I consider my chewing it a public service. Karyn bought this faux red leather purse at Target about 10 years ago and she rarely throws anything away unless it’s broken. I did her a favor.
One night before Christmas there was an event in the ‘hood and Karyn asked Auntie Jean Rettus if she wanted to come too. Unfortunately, Jean is a witness to my crime. Karyn only took her keys not her purse and left it hanging on the doorknob in the hall. She has left her purse there many times when she goes for walks.
But this time, there was something in the purse that called my name, “Lily, come eat me!”, said the piece of peppermint bark. And I tried my best to follow that order.
You see Karyn went to Trader Joe’s that same morning after going to the dentist and they were sampling peppermint bark. She felt guilty about eating candy on the way home from the dentist so the Trader Joe’s person said to wrap up a piece for later. She put the piece in the front compartment of her purse. And there it sat, calling my name.
Karyn and Jean were only gone for about an hour and when she came back, she noticed the purse on my bed and I had chewed off some of the faux leather (yeck!) and broke the zipper to the front compartment. Karyn screamed, “OMG! You chewed my favorite purse! I cannot believe you chewed my purse!” Jean was shocked. She said, “Good thing Laila and Lily are not friends because Lily would teach Laila bad habits.” You bet I would!
Mama threw the purse in the trash can in bathroom. They sat down and ate dinner.
Sometimes Karyn closes the bathroom door and sometimes not. This night she didn’t and in the middle of the night, the candy in the purse was still calling my name. I snuck in the bathroom and further destroyed the purse but still couldn’t get to the candy. What a waste of my time and energy.
The next morning Karyn sees the further destroyed purse on my bed and then she remembers the candy. That selfish bitch extracts the candy and eats it in front of my very eyes. She says, “Yum, yum, yum. I love chocolate. Chocolate is not for doggies. So there.” What a low blow.
She better not be leaving her new turquoise boots from Old Navy where I can get them or else she’ll be sorry.
Karyn had another purse in the closet which she dug out. It is ugly and made from boiled wool. Have you ever heard of anything so unappetizing?
Love you mean it!
Lily, a.k.a. Drama Queen