Jet’s Dog Blog

Happy Fourth of July all you poor dogs out there. Beware of all the loud noises today. I would like to stay in and hide under the bed all day if I had my choice, but as a dog you know I don’t. Plus I have to wear this silly flag scarf around my neck all day, and probably be made fun of by all the other dogs as their owners say, “How cute!”. So thought I would you let you in on the life of a dog on the road less traveled. I will tell you one thing, I am sure smelling a lot of different pee in the last two weeks. Never had this much pee mail to respond to.

Prairie Dog Hunting has become my first love. It is better then 7 card holdem’. The little buggers are fast. And they love to taunt me. But I put the run on them real quick with my lightning speed. Then I show off my digging prowess and enlarge their hole seven fold. Tom keeps trying to tell me they have come up down the way and are on the other side of the road laughing at me, but what does he know. He thinks they are ground squirrels but I know better.

I am looking for help out there from any dogs reading this. How in the world is a dog supposed to negotiate these Cattle Crossings with all the spaces between metal bars. My legs get swallowed in them. Ouch. First one I hit at full speed and biting it is what I did. Next time I tried low crawling across, nope. I can jump 4.5 feet but the crossings are usually six feet wide. It is humiliating to have Tom carry me across, so please, tips anyone?

I am still looking for a few good big dogs. There are ten poodles to every “real” dog so far. All the Small Dogs in RV parks is a sign the owners are older because they can’t pick up the heavy droppings. Speaking of which, excuse me while I go whine at the door, so they take me out for a constitutional. My buddy Max calls these a backup on the Santa Anna. Max would like RVing, as the bone drawer in the truck is usually full.

Deet around, bartender except for me. And they wonder where all the mosquitoes are coming from when we go back inside. Hello, they are all over me! How about a bit of deet for the dog? Wet spring in Wyoming so lots of mosquitoes everywhere.

Louisiana neighbor said I was a “blockhead” Lab and now that is all Tom and Suzy call me, “Blockhead Jet”. I don’t make fun of their head shape, even though Tom’s is a bit pointy for a dog. Tom said not to listen to the neighbor as he had a Jack Russell so he couldn’t be too dog savy.

Well that’s it from my end, as typing with these big paws is very time consuming, time for my third nap of the day at 6:30 AM. It’s a dog’s life you know! Chow or Ciao? Blockhead Jet