Duncan Revisited

Okay, okay... so I wasn't so nice about my dorkie brother's name game the other day. So, I'll let him do his OWN game. Here goes...

(guest speaker, Duncan)

Oh yayayayayaya! Ok, ok... so my name's not Nubby. It's Doodle!!! I like the name Doodle, yeah. Mommy and Daddy call me that. DOODLE!!!

D rag! I like to drag stuff around, 'specially my blanky and my big rope toy!

O of! That's the noise I make when I hear a suspicious noise. OOF!

O ver the couch! I like to jump over the couch!

D ash! Frodo says that's a fancy way to say run, and I love to run!

L icks! I love to give licks to everyone!

E AT!!! I LOVE TO EAT!!!

(back to Frodo)

So there you have it. The brainiac came up with answers all by himself. Maybe tomorrow we'll let his do the other name game and see what Einstein can come up with then. Woo.

Another Name Game!

Here's another name game I got from Holly and a lot of otherpups...

What is your name? Frodo
4 letter word: Four!!! (as in Golf, which my Grampa plays a LOT)
Vehicle: Ferrari
TV Show: Fooled by Nature
City: Frederick, Merry-Land (where we lived before we came to Sandy Egg-O)
Boy Name: Frank
Girl Name: Flo
Alcoholic Drink: Four Horsemen (don't know what this is, but Mom says it's REALLY strong!)
Occupation: Firefighter (they are fearless!)
Something you wear: Fur (well, we do... if it's the bipeds, it better be faux fur!)
Celebrity: Farrah Fawcett
Food: Fudge (I'm not allowed to have it, but I hear it's yummy)
Something found in a bathroom: Faucet
Reason for being late: Forgot!
Cartoon Character: Fievel the Mouse
Something You Shout: Four!!!! (for golf again... harrroooooo)

Name Game Tag

Coolest of the MalGals, Holly, tagged me for the middle name game. Here's the rules: find a word that goes with the letters of your middle name that describes something about you. The trouble with this, of course, is the divulging of my middle name. You all know me as Frodo K. Banks, but what the 'K' stands for is one of my many CaNinja secrets. If I told anyone that, I'd have to... well, you might never see them again. Woo.

So, instead of my middle name, I'll use one of the names my Mom and Dad call me, which is also another of my Japanese names... 'FotoMotoSan'...

F abulous - no need to state the obvious

O bservant - as a Ninja, I see all

T enacious - when I want something, I don't give up easily!

O ne with nature - I love to be outside

M agnificent - yep. obvious. again.

O rderly - I like things 'just so'

T racker - I am an amazing huntsman

O rnery (HEY! Mom threw that in there!!!)

S wift - so fast, I'm almost invisible! (ok, maybe not, but that'd be cool, wouldn't it?)

A gile - I'm super quick on my paws

N oble - I fight for the good of all pupkind!

I guess to be fair, we should also let Dorkboy play... Duncan doesn't have a middle name, so we'll go with Nubby, since that's what he gets called most of the time.

N umbskull

U nbelievably stoopid

B ig dork

B umps into me all the time and annoys me

Y aps like a girl when he doesn't get what he wants...

*sigh*... Mom just told me that's not nice. But it's all true!

Dorky Brother

So, how many of you out there suffer from Dorky Brother Syndrome? I've been a sufferer of DBS for 2 months now and I feel your pain!
My doofus of a brother found a new toy the other day. Yep, instead of playing with the toys Mom and Dad give us, he likes to play with junk he pulls out of the recycling bin. He got a yogurt container out the other day and was having a ball throwing the stoopid thing around for hours, oblivious to whatpup he was hitting with it! Dork almost got it stuck on his big schnoz, and there wasn't even any yogurt in it!!! I finally got annoyed and decided to chew it into pieces, knowing full well Mom would take it away once she saw we were breaking it apart. Ha! That'll teach him to throw stuff at me!

Interview with my Mom

So, I decided that it was necessary to interview my Mom like somepups have been doing. It was a very informative experience ('cept maybe for Duncan, who's a big dork).

Frodo: 'So, Mom, tell us a bit about me...errr, I mean, about how you came to be adopted by me.'
Mom: 'Well, Mini, technically, I adopted you..'
Frodo: 'Whatever...'
Mom: 'Be polite. I had wanted to adopt a rescue pup and had applied to Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue. As you told in your Story of Me, TOTTSHR came to the house with several huskies and you just happened to be the one that I chose.'
Frodo: 'So I struck you as perfect? Irresistible? Undeniable?'
Mom: 'Well, no... more like you were howling your head off. Squeaky wheel and all.'
Duncan: 'Squeaky???? Where's a squeaky?!?!?!'
Frodo: 'Shut up, dork.'
Mom: 'Be nice. So I took you home with me.'
Frodo: 'And what about dork-boy over there.'
Duncan: 'Play!'
Mom: 'Well, your Dad wanted to get you a friend, but he wanted a pup who would listen...'
Frodo: 'Hey! I listen!'
Mom: 'As in listen to him.'
Frodo: 'What? I'm supposed to listen to more than one of you? I listen to you [cough] sometimes... isn't that good enough?'
Mom: 'Of course it is, Bits, it's just that Dad wanted a pup that obeyed commands. And Dunkie is very good at that.'
Duncan: 'Yay! I'm good, I'm good!'
Frodo: 'Yeah, takes special talent to sit at everything.'
Mom: 'Plus, Dunkie can be off-leash, whereas you like to... well, roam free.'
Frodo: 'Hey, I'm a busy guy. Places to see, things to sniff and all.'
Mom: 'Sure you do. But wouldn't it be nice to stick around with your Mom and Dad...'
Frodo: 'Next topic! So, you adopted me and then we moved to Sandy Egg-O. Hot, dry, no snow Sandy Egg-O. What's up with that?'
Mom: 'Well, I took a really good job offer that brought us out here.'
Frodo: 'And what is this 'job' you speak off? Is this where you go for most of the day [underbreath] leaving me here with the moron?'
Duncan: 'What's a moron? Is it a toy? Can I have it? Can I, can I, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease????'
Mom: 'No Dunkies. Calm down. Frodo, be nice to your brother. And yes, my job is where I go for most of the day.'
Frodo: 'What is it you do?'
Mom: 'Well, technically, I manage a chemistry department for a biotech company.'
Frodo: 'And that means...'
Mom: 'Nevermind. It's pretty boring and technical.'
Frodo: 'Yeah. Sounds it. On to the next topic... when do we get to go for a walkie?'
Duncan: 'WALKIE?!?!? IWANNAGOFORAWALKIE!WALKIE!WALKIE!?'
Mom[shouting over Duncan's barking]: 'Frodo!!!'

Alaska wooooooo!

I really think Mom should have taken me to Alaska with her... doesn't the glacier ice look fun?!?!?!

Who's cooler?

Dunkie thinks he's a rockstar just cause he can dance the hula..










... but then, he doesn't know how to RAVE!!

My Slogan

(Yeah, so I'm not nearly as talented as somepups when it comes to creating the logos and such... I blame it on my Mom and her lack of appropriate computer design equipment.)

Woooooo!

Harrooooooooooooooo! I've been by tagged Mud Monster and DWB as a...



I feel so Honored. I dunno who to tag next 'cause all my blogging friends have already been tagged! Sigh. Mom and her stoopid vacations. I've been away from the blogging scene too long...

Stoopid

Yeah, that's right. Stoopid. Mom's stoopid 'cause she went on vacation without us. And you know where she went?!?! Alaska!!! Can you believe it? I mean, I can understand why she didn't take the dumb puppybutt... he has like NO FUR at all and would probably freeze to death in summer. But not take ME!? I'm a husky, for Pup's sake! I'm MADE for Alaska! Humph.
Mom did say she saw lots and lots of Alaskan Huskies in Alaska, but no Siberian Huskies like me. Well, DUH. She didn't go to Siberia, now did she? (like I said, STOOOOOOOPID) She did get lots of pictures of mountains and flowers and stoopid junk like that. The only ones I liked were of the aminals. Like this seal... he looks like he'd be fun to play with ('cept for the whole being in the water thing... not too keen on that)

This looked fun...

1. Your age?
Probably around 5.5 yrs... Mom has no idea how old I was when I adopted her.

2. Your age when came to live with your people?
I told her 9 mo (and she believed me, silly woman)

3. What color is the collar you’re wearing right now?
I don't usually wear a collar except when we go on walkies or to the doggie park. Mom has this new fetish with taking my collar off and yelling 'Frodo's naked!!!'. Weirdo. I think she's doing it so the fur on my neck will grow back in.

4. Who is your favorite person other than the people you live with?
I like all other people the same amount (and ignore them the same amount most of the time). But I love my Mom.

5. How much do you weigh?
Last check 44.6 lbs. 2 months prior to that it was only 39 lbs. I bounce up and down quite a bit, but Mom's hoping my new food will control that.

6. Most expensive thing you’ve ever chewed up?
The connector for the flash on my Mom's $1200 camera... tee hee. But Clemmie made me do it!!!

7. Do you like other Dogs?
Yup! Big or little, I like dogs. Except mean girl-dogs. Don't like those.

8. Who is your best non-human friend?
I would say my best pup-friend is Brinkley, my cousin. But I haven't seen him since he and my cousin Chloe and my gram-Mom and gram-Dad moved to Georgia. So now I guess it would be Clemmie, then Doofy Duncan.

9. Squeaky Toys or Tennis Balls?
Squeaky toys!!! I go nuts for anything that squeaks... but guess what I have!?!? A squeaky tennis ball!!! AHAHAHAHA!

10. Do you like to be brushed?
Hell no.

11. Peanut Butter or Cheese?
Cheese. Peanut butter is okay in a crunch, but I love anything dairy.

12. Do your people cut your toenails?
Yeah, but not since the toe-nail clipper went missing... hmmmmm... wonder where that could have gone... (harr rooo rooo).

13. Any formal education?
I'm in doggie school right now. It's okay. Kinda boring (since I'm so smart and learn everything right away).

14. Couch potato or Energizer Bunny?
Depends on my mood. Lately, more couch potato... unless it looks like we are going somewhere; then I kick into Energizer bunny. Oh yeah, and when there is any new toy, or it's 5 AM and Dunkie and I wanna wrestle.

15. Five nicknames your people call you.
Mini, Bitty, Bear-bug, Fo Fo Mini, Itty-bitties (jeez... I'm not THAT little)

16. What is your best trick?
"Hit me!" I jump up and smack you.

17. Do you like kitties?
I love kittens... to pounce on and chew until they stop squeaking. (don't worry, Mom's never actually let me pounce on one... sigh... I just think it'd be fun, is all)

18. What did you have for breakfast?
Duck and Potato dry food with wet food mixed in. Yum.

19. Can you hunt (aka have you ever killed anything living)? If so, what?
Yup! I've killed birds, lizards, bugs and even got me a possum last year!

20. When & why was the last time you went to the V.E.T.?
Ummmm... about 6 months ago for my shots.

21. Where do you sleep at night?
Before the stoopid puppy came I slept in the bedroom most of the time, and sometimes in the living room, and occasionally on my cool new bed. Now, I always sleep in the living room with the doofie puppy... 'cause he SNORES and Mom kicks us out of the bedroom.

22. Do you like to swim?
Ick. No. I don't like deep water. Only if it's shallow enough to poing through.

23. Can you make puppies?
Don't think so! I ain't no GIRL.

24. Your favorite place to visit?
DOGPARK!

25. Do you give kisses?
Only to my Mom... and people who don't want them.

26. Can you potty on command?
I can potty anytime anywhere. And yeah, I will go potty if Mom insists.

27. To Cuz or not to Cuz?
I love Cuz's! I have 8 of them!

Dunkie got beat up by a girl!!!

So, remember how I told you stoopid Puppybrain likes to take stuff from me? Well, turns out he bit off more than he could chew with another dog. The other weekend when Clemmie was over for the Tiki Party, Mom gave us chewies to occupy us for a bit when the humans were getting ready. Dunkie, like the big doof he is, kept trying to get Clemmie's chewy 'cause she wasn't eating it. I told him not to, and SHE told him not to (as you can see from the picture), but he didn't listen, so she whooped his ass! (Somthing funny about Clemmie is she and I have never gotten in a fight. Not even snarfy over treats or toys. She let's me have whatever I want, and I do the same for her. Mom is flabbergasted by the whole thing as every other female Husky I've been around, I've gotten into horrible fights with. I dunno... Clemmie's cool. But she doesn't put up with much from other dogs, just me!) The humans tried to stop him, but then, sometimes humans need to let us learn things in dog language, and turns out Clemmie would teach him better than they could (and they knew she wouldn't really hurt him). He did get some scrapes on his face, tho'. But hey, makes him look tough.

Doggie School

So, we are entering our 4th week of Doggie School. I have to admit, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. We get lots of treats, and get to hang out with other dogs. And I get to show off how smart I am (while doofie Puppybrain makes a fool of himself). Although, I think the doggie trainer lady might have had some dealings with the Husky kind before. I heard her say to Mom that 'There is nothing like a Northern breed to make you feel as though your existence is pointless'. Harr roooo rooo. Yeah, we can be like that. She also said that I have a bad case of 'You're not my Mommy.' As in, I only listen to my Mom. So, Dad has been working with me sometimes at Doggie School and at home, I guess so I'll start to listen to him to. (Yeah right).
Here's a little picture of us on our way home from Doggie School last week (you might have to look hard to find Doofie Puppyhead... he's the same color as the inside of the truck!). You can see I have myself laying over Dad's tool bag in the back of his truck. The back of the truck is really big, which is perfect for giving us room, but I don't like sliding around, so I like to lodge myself up against stuff. The tool bag seems to work great!

Tiki fun

The party this weekend was so fun! Duncan even got all dressed up and did a party dance for everyone. Mom put all kinds of decorations on him so he could do a hula dance. She tried to put some on me too, but Dumdum Dunkie kept ripping them off, so I had to go naked all night. (here I am trying to tell the dorky puppy how to dance properly... he's really clumsy and kept running into everything!)

Even Clemmie got a little luau spirit (although, she spent most of the night laying in the corner... such a girl!) And for all you pups that were sending wishes of many treats, we got LOTS of yumminess that night! Mom got something called Kahlua Pork (don't worry pups, it doesn't actually have alcohol in it) and we got many tastes of that. Sooooooo yummy!

Unfortunately, Mom was drinking some fizzy concoction from a coconut all night, and got a little silly (we have a video of her doing the hula dance WITH the dumdum puppy, but it's been confiscated). She wasn't feeling so hot the next day, so I had to make sure she got lots of face licks and took many naps. It's my job n' all, being her care-taker... (Dad took good care of her too. He made her soup, since I can't work the microwave). Oh well. Guess that'll teach her to drink stuff from coconuts!

Party time!

So, Mom and Dad are getting all crazy and fixing up the house. Know what that means?!?! It's PARTY TIME! And I even heard that my Uncle CJ will be coming down for the party. Wooooooo wooooooooooooo! He's super fun, and he can meet his new nephew, Stoopiddummypuppynubbybutt Duncan. I'll try and get my silly, forgetful Mom to take some pictures of the party. 'Specially since it will be a perfect opportunity for me to snag some tasty people food off of the Suckers that come to the house. Gotta love the sadpuppydog look for snagging tasty people food! Wish me luck!

Snow noses

I was reading the AO4's post on snow noses and had to say thanks to Amber for clearing up where they come from. I always wondered that! Although, since we moved to Sandy Egg-O, I haven't seen as much of a snow nose on myself as when we were in Merry Land. Where'd you go, snow nose? Did I leave you with the snow???

You want us to do WHAT?!?!?

So, Mom said something to Dad the other day about it finally being time to take the doofy puppy and I to "Obedience Class". What the heck is that? I know I have class, but what is this obedience crap? I already AM obedient (sort of). Look at how well I can sit! And obviously, the suck-up puppy is good at taking commands too (they make HIM sit all the time... for everything... something about making sure he knows that the people are the bosses... Harr roooo. Yeah right.) Anyway, we're supposed to go to this place (I heard something mentioned about a Dog Wash... GRRRRR... if this is some trick to get us to a bath, I may have to find a way to lock my Mom in her room Sat morning) and be taught how to be obedient. I think that they need to have places where you can take your HUMAN to be taught how to be obedient. I mean, my Mom definitely does not give me enough pets or treats or chewy, and I call that serious disobedience!

Tagged!

So, I've been tagged by Sitka and Tasha and Eva to tell 7 things about myself... since I was tagged twice, I'll let my dorky new brother tell 7 things about himself too.

Me:
1) I am much smaller than a normal male husky. I only weigh 44 lbs and everyone thinks I'm a puppy since I'm so gangly and lanky (you can see in this pic how skinny I was right after I adopted my Mom... back then I was only 38 lbs!). This is why my Mom calls me Mini... and Mini-bits, and Itty-bitty, and Bitty, and Bits, and Mini-Moo... sigh... the list goes on and on.
2) I must kill anything that squeeks! Mom loves to get me squeeky toys 'cause I go nuts, but they never last long 'cause I figure out how to silence them immediatly. I think the longest I had a toy still squeek was a week (and that's 'cause I left it outside in the yard and forgot about it), normally they last all of 30 minutes.
3) I love boy dogs and male humans the best ('cept for my Mom). At the dog park I almost never play with girl dogs ('cause they are usually mean), and I love to hang out with 'the guys'. Mom says I'd make a great Frat house dog.
4) Even though I like male humans, I follow my Mom everywhere instead of my Dad (that's what I call the DeeLan now). I have to be in the same room as her or at least waiting outside the room she's in (like when she's in the bathroom) at almost all times. Gotta keep and eye on her, you know.
5) I love to lay on my Mom's chest when she's in bed. Kind of like a cat; I'll lay on her chest with my face in her face and lick her. Since I'm only 44 lbs she says it's not that bad (although, she said something about tuna breath!)
6) I am not food guardy at all. I let my cousin Clemmie and my new brother Duncan eat out of my bowl with me all the time. I can get a little snarfy over toys, but I never get mad, I just let them know it's mine! (although, I have been known to just give it over if my stoopid little brother pesters me a lot... if he really wants it THAT bad...)
7) I'm not very fluffy for a husky. My hair is pretty short and I don't have much impressive fluffiness (not like Meeshka or my cousin Clemmie). But I still have WAY more fluffiness than Duncan. He's slick like an eel!

Speaking of the slippery little doof...

Duncan:
1) He's much darker than a normal Weem-R-Wamer. I guess they are supposed to be a 'mouse-gray'... he's more like a 'steel-gray'. (that's what my Mom says. I have no idea what that means since I'm a DOG and can't see most colors...DUH)
2) He loves to walk between people's legs.. even when they are trying to walk. It's made for some pretty funny shows since Mom ain't all that coordinated to begin with... harr rooo rooooo!
3) He likes to body-slam me... a LOT! (and since he has a good 20 lbs in me, he normally succeeds... but I'm getting better at jumping out of the way!)
4) His nick-name is Dunky Monkey. Harr rooo roo! That's WAY worse than Mini-bits!
5) He SNORES. (this is something that drives my Mom bonkers, 'cause she's a super light sleeper... so he's been 'encouraged' a lot lately to go sleep out on the couch in the living room)
6) He's hungry ALL the time! Me, being a husky, and more of a finicky eater, cannot understand how he eats EVERYthing. Sometimes he's come over and stick his big schnoz in my bowl while I'm eating! How rude is that? But I don't get mad... (see my #6)
7) He's annoying... oh wait.. Mom said that's not what is meant by 'things about you'. Okay... how about he's a suck-up? Or he's way less smart than me? Or he smells like dog? (Mom says I'm being mean... but those things are all true!!!)

So now I'm gonna tag Althea AND her brother Lares (since he's from the same rescue as me!)

Meet the doofy puppy

Since Duncan is now an official part of our family, I thought I'd give him a proper introduction. He's a goofball, but he is fun, so I'm glad to have him in our fur-ever family. First off, he is a Weem- R-Wamer, which is a special breed of dog that finds stuff. What does he find? Ways to be annoying and a suck-up, I'm sure. Harrr rooooo. Actually, I think he's supposed to find birds or something, but he's also supposed to bring them back to the owner which, as any self-respecting Husky knows, is just plain foolish. He's very different looking from a Husky, as you can see, with those long floppy ears, that big schnoz, and that short, completely unfluffy fur.


(for some reason Mom is just ecstatic over his lack of fluffiness... something about it being SO much easier to give him a bath. DUH, woman! What purpose do you think my water- resistant, moisture- repelling fluffiness is for other than making it so miserable to bathe me in the hopes you will STOP DOING IT! sigh...)


He also has this funny little nub of a tail, not at all like my magnificent plume. He likes to hit me with his butt and stick that little nub in my face, so I usually just poing over him to avoid it. And even though he looks the same size as me, he's about 20 lbs heavier (he's dense, and in more than one way... harr harr rooooo) so he tries to push me around. But, I got the moves, and I got the speed, and no nubby-butt puppy is gonna bully me around! Seriously though, we play very nice with each other (it makes the humans happy) and he's alright for a puppy. Can't blame him for not being as intelligent, cunning, quick and agile as I am. He's not a Husky, afterall.

It's official...

Well, it's decided. Mom and the DeeLan want to keep the little nubby puppybutt. I gave them my blessing 'cause I think he's pretty cool too. I mean, yeah, he does step on me a lot, and he tries to push me outta the way when we get pets, but I'm way faster than he is, so I sneak through the side anyway. Plus, it's fun to chase him around at the dogpark and steal his toys (he lets me steal 'em, I think, 'cause he likes me to play with him more than the toys. Stoopid puppies.) Plus, the BEST part is, since he came, we go to the dogpark every day! Mom keeps saying tired puppies are good puppies, which is what I've been telling her for years, but I guess she figured since I'm so amazingly well behaved anyway (remember, folks, it's a plot... don't go thinkin' I'm a suck-up or anything) that I only needed a walk or some play time, but the dog park is way better!

Here we are on our way to the park yesterday. (I was telling Dunc that if we split up and he went right and I went left, we could confuse the humans and take over the dogpark [wink]!)

My new buddy?

So, Mom and the DeeLan brought a puppy home last weekend. They said he was another foster dog (not AGAIN!), but that if he works out okay, he may stay. Hmmm... what is this all about? Turns out the lady who is fostering him had to go on vacation (why, oh WHY don't these people take us with them when they go on vacation?!?!?) and Mom volunteered to let him stay with us. Mom also thought that he might be a good fit for our family, and since we are looking for another fur-sibling... well, you can guess the rest.

His name is Duncan, and he's what the DeeLan calls a Weem- R-Wamer, or something like that. AKA, he's grey, floppy and wiggles a lot. And he insists on carrying MY toys around. He's pretty fun, I guess, for a dorky puppy, but he's a total suck-up (plus I don't think he's the brightest bulb on the tree... but then, he's not a Husky). Mom and especially the DeeLan seem to like him, and he lets me boss him around. Although, he has a tendency to step on me... grrrrr... I hate that. I have to WOOOOooo at him when he does that. Big, stoopid, dummy puppy-heads. I tell ya'.

Sibling search

So, I've been looking online for my new fur-sibling and it's a tough job! Mom and the DeeLan promised that I would get to be the final say in who we bring into our furever family. I know some pups had mentioned we should adopt another Husky, but Mom and the DeeLan said they are thinking of just looking around and seeing who peaks our interest. There aren't too many huskies in Sandy Egg-O (I can see that with the whole No Snow thing and all). I like all dogs ('cept those goofy Chihuahuas), so anypup is fine with me... well, as long as they aren't a really mean girldog. And they prolly have to get along with my Cousin Clemmie since she comes over all the time. The DeeLan said he wants a dog that 'can be trusted off-leash'. Off-leash? What's that? I thoughts the rules was you go outside the fence or house and the leash had to be on! Hmmmm...

New fur-sibling on the way?

So, a lot of pups have responded to my last post asking if I'll get any new fur-siblings when my Mom and the DeeLan get hitched. Unfortunately, the only fur-kids that the DeeLan had recently were (ack) Cats. He had a pup when he was younger, but he (his name was Skippy) went to the Rainbow Bridge in Dec '05; I hear he was a great dog though and the DeeLan loved him very much. The Cats (ack) are not with the DeeLan 'cause they stayed with their Mom (thank PUP for that... although, it would be awful fun to pounce and chew on them for a while... but Mom says 'No Way'). BUT... Mom and the DeeLan have been talking about maybe adopting me a brother or sister! Woooooooooooooooooooo! I mean, I get to go to the dog park and play with all the dogs a lot, and I see my dorky cousin Clemmie like every week, but to have a pup-friend to play with all the time would be great! I think that we may all go visit the dog jail in the next few weekends to see if we can spring a deserving pup their freedom and bring them home to be part of our furever family. Isn't that wonderful! Woo!

Big news!

Hi fellow pups! Sorry I've been gone so long from the Blog scene, but my Mom and the DeeLan went away for a long time and they took the laptop with them (grumble grumble). They came back smelling like all kinds of strange places - I can't believe they went without me!- But they had some very big news to tell me! (I actually already knew the news 'cause the DeeLan told me months ago, but I couldn't say anything in case Mom was reading my blog) Mom and the DeeLan are getting married! So, the DeeLan will be my Dad! How cool is that? I'm super excited 'cause I really like him, and now this means he'll be around furever... isn't that nice? Mom found a furever home for her and the DeeLan, just like me :)

Picture thought for the day...

If a bone is made from rawhide (from cows), why does it taste like chicken instead of steak?

Goin' packin'

My Mom is a big fan of something called 'backpacking', which contrary to how it sounds does not involve packing things into your back. It does involve a lot of walking (yay) in the woods (yay yay) and sleeping in the little fabric doghouse (which Mom calls a 'tent'). I've done this 'backpacking' thing with my Mom a few times and I really like it. 'Cept for the part with the bugs. I hate bugs buzzing around me and will spend hours trying to snap them out of the air (which I actually am fairly accomplished at... I am a husky Ninja-in training, after all). Yeah... if it weren't for the bugs, I think I'd like to 'backpack' every day.

Sleepy positions

Since manypups have been posting about sleepy positions, I thought I'd show a few of ours... I personally prefer the donut position



Bean, Mom's first husky, liked the half-donut-paw-cross...





But he also really likes the reverse-froggie-doggie (his tummy is shaved in this picture 'cause he had to have an ultrasound... Bean had IBS like me and had all kinds of problems because of it).
I never do the froggie-doggie OR the reverse-froggie-doggie. Mom thinks I have trust issues with showing my tummy (I think it's 'cause I'm ticklish!)
But other than sleepy positions, I am a gentleman, and always cross my paws...

Happy Easter

My cousin wanted me to post this Easter card she made for all the pups out there... she doesn't have her own blog, so she's making me post it on MINE. Jeez... just like a girl... forcing a guy to do stuff for her...

Post-op

So, my surgery went fine. I hated being locked in that little kennel in the back of the vet's office though. My Mom knew I'd hate it, so she got off work early to pick me up as soon as the vet people said I was okay to go home. I was so groggy and tired, all I wanted to do was get home to my bed. They vet people gave my Mom some pain killers for my eye (it has one little stitch in it), so I got one of those Monday night and just conked out. I feel much better now, and since I haven't been bothering my eye at all, Mom's gonna take me to the dogpark to play with my cousin, Clemmie. Mom told Auntie that Clemmie's not allowed to bat me, though, 'cause we don't want her to hit my eye.

And YAY for the Gators!!!! Even though I was sleeping during the game, I was sending them warm, fluffy, woooooo's for good luck in my sleep! I guess it worked!

Go Gators!!!!

So, my DeeLan is an alumnus of University of Florida, and has recruited me to be an official Florida Gator (sorry, Sitka, I know you're a Dawg, but hopefully we can still be pals!) So, since the Florida Gators are playing OSU again (this time in basketball) all you pups out there who aren't affiliated with a university (or who don't mind lending your affiliation for an evening) wooooo for the Gators!!!

I also wanted to thank all the pups who gave helpful hints on how to de-skunk me. My Mom did try the H2O2/NaHCO3 mixture (sorry, Mom's a chemist and she makes me do dorky things like use the correct chemical abbreviations for stuff... *sigh*) and it worked at first, but I've become stinky again. She tried the Nature's Miracle skunk stuff, and that worked for my collar, but not for me. She may try the 'mix' again... ACK. yet another bath. I may have to revolt.

I'm in my surgery today, so any well wishes and crossed paws would be welcomed. Hopefully I'll be fully recovered in time for the Gator/Buckeye showdown tonight (if not, Mom promised to let me lay on the couch with her while we watch the game! Woooooo!)

Skunks are BAD

I'm sending out this message to all huskies (and otherpups) out there. Stay away from those things called skunks.

I won't go into too much detail, but there was an 'incident' last night, and I have not fully recovered. Apparently, these skunks are part of a secret ninja society of rodents (such as opossums and squirrels) that have secret weapons unheard of by the mainstream canine. As a result of my altercation with one such ninja rodent, I was subjected to not 1, not 2, but 3 baths last night, all with very powerful, stinky and sometimes fizzy concoctions. My Mom was also none to happy, and I was banished to living room to sleep.

Her and the DeeLan were quite agitated (I dunno what they are so upset about... they're not the ones who can't smell anything anymore and are still damp and defluffed from the multitude of baths) this morning, complaining that everything in the house stinks.

So yeah... stay away from skunks. My advice to you... it isn't worth it, even for the glory...