It's a Fo Fo'd World Out There

Duncan Revisited

2007-09-07T08:20:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-09-06T07:38:00.000-07:00

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

2007-09-05T16:10:00.002-07:00

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

2007-08-23T13:08:00.000-07:00

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

2007-08-15T14:36:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-08-15T10:24:00.000-07:00

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

Who's cooler?

2007-08-03T10:25:00.000-07:00

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

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

My Slogan

2007-07-18T14:19:00.000-07:00

(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!

2007-07-18T14:00:00.000-07:00

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

2007-07-18T13:42:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-06-25T11:23:00.001-07:00

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!!!

2007-06-22T08:41:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-21T08:36:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-11T10:38:00.001-07:00

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!

2007-06-07T15:23:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-06T13:16:00.000-07:00

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?!?!?

2007-06-01T08:21:00.001-07:00

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!

2007-05-29T09:27:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-18T13:56:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-05-16T09:16:00.000-07:00

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?

2007-05-09T15:15:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-02T13:28:00.000-07:00

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?

2007-05-01T16:08:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-04-27T14:31:00.000-07:00

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...

2007-04-11T10:30:00.000-07:00

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

Goin' packin'

2007-04-10T14:02:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-09T11:07:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-05T10:30:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-04T14:41:00.000-07:00

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!!!!

2007-04-02T08:44:00.000-07:00

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

2007-03-28T10:09:00.000-07:00

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...

My new bed

2007-03-27T10:36:00.000-07:00

I have lots of beds in my house. I have a bed in the living room, a bed in my Mom and DeeLan's bedroom, and now I even have a bed in the extra room (we have a couple of extra rooms, but one of them I'm not allowed to go in 'cause it's the DeeLan's work room... something about dog hair...). The extra room is a room where Mom and the DeeLan go to watch the big picture box and hold onto these little boxes attached to cords. They yell a lot while they watch that picture box (a lot more than when they watch the bigger picture box in the living room). I have no idea what the big deal is, but they seem pretty enthralled. Anyway, I found the best bed ever in the extra room. It's what Mom and DeeLan sit on when they play with the little corded boxes...

It's perfect! Big and squishy! I have to jump up to get on it, but that's okay. I make a perfect little nest right in the middle, and it's so comfy! I think I may have to talk to Mom to make the extra room MY room. After all, Mom and the DeeLan have their own rooms... I need one too!

Fun Weekend

2007-03-26T09:26:00.000-07:00

I had a really fun weekend. I got to go to the dogpark with my cousin Clemmie (we were makin' fun of the other dogs and she thought it was pretty funny...) Then, Mom and Auntie took us to Extraordinary Desserts and we got to sit outside and people watch (and our Mom's gave us little peices of their desserts!)

It was really fun... 'cept for the part where our Mom's left us at Auntie's house... Clemmie always dares me to do stuff and then I get in trouble for it (stoopid girls). She dared me to get a star fish out of the bowl by the couch, so I did... but it was kinda crunchy, so I chewed it a bit... Mom was pretty mad about that!

Puppy Pictures

2007-03-22T09:40:00.000-07:00

I too adopted my Mom when I was an older pup (they think I was 8-10 months old), so no photographic evidence exists (at least not that we know of) of my young puppy years. But, Mom does have lots and lots of photos of when she first was adopted by me. She was a camera nut, and I even overheard her ask another dog Mom if it was 'normal' to have 3 rolls of film of nothing but dogs. The other dog Mom, of course, said 'Perfectly normal!' Harroooooo...

I was such a strapping, handsome young pup! This picture was taken when Mom and I lived in Merry Land, and I was still sleeping on the bed at night. Those days are long gone, but I still sometimes jump on the bed really early in the morning to sit on Mom and DeeLan's head. I think they like it... the squirm an awful lot.

Back in those days I also used to be allowed on the couch. Now, I'm stuck on my dogbed... I still get on the couch when no one is home, but they always seem to know about it... not sure how; maybe they have hidden cameras in the living room? Anypup have any idea how the humans always know!?!?

My Foot

2007-03-21T09:33:00.000-07:00

So, Mom finally took some pictures of my ouchie foot treatment. I'm not real fond of it as I have to stay still for 5 whole minutes!!! First she has to soak my foot in this blue stuff. It's kinda stinky, but she makes the water warm so it feels sorta nice.

Then, she dries off my foot and puts this yellow goo on my ouchie claw. I hate that part and try to squirm away, but I swear, the woman has the grip of a monkey!!! After that, she puts my sock on and ties it up with the stoopid yellow ribbon.

At least the ribbon isn't pink or anything. I don't think I could stand for that!!! I kinda wish it was blue to match my collar and my eyes, but she... ummm... nevermind...

So, like I said before, I keep it on (most of the time) since it helps give me traction on the tile floors. But one time, my cousin Clemmie came over when I had my sock foot and she started making fun of me, so I took it off. Mom wasn't too happy about that...

I have to get surgery

2007-03-19T14:13:00.000-07:00

My Mom took me to the vet last week (ack...) 'cause she was a little worried about me.

See, my eye has been kind of leaky for a while now and she's been looking at it a lot trying to figure out what's wrong with it. It has this brown goo coming out and I get eye boogers in that eye a lot. The vet looked at my eye with a really bright light (I HATE that!) and turns out there is a little tumor on the inside of my eyelid that's rubbing my eye and making it get boogers. So, I gotta have it taken off... bummer.

PLUS, I've been kinda chewing on one of my claws lately (one of the black ones on the black/white/black/white paw), and the vet found out I have a little infection on it. Since I have IBS (human terms: Irritable Bowel Syndrome, doggie terms: icky tummy), the vet tries not to give me pill antibiotics unless she absolutely has too, so Mom has to soak my foot in this blue stuff and then put this yellow stuff on my claw, and THEN, so I don't lick it more, she puts a sock on me!!! Can you believe the nerve? She ties the sock on with a yellow ribbon, like I'm a girl or something!!! (I'd rip the thing to pieces, but turns out it gives me much better traction on the slippery tile floors, so I keep it on for the added speed when running down the hallway!)

Mom says she's gonna get pictures of my blue sock foot so I can show it off...

The Missing Cuz

2007-03-19T10:58:00.000-07:00

So, I mentioned that I had an orange Cuz in my last post (I thought it was a Good Cuz, but we have evidence that it was a Bad Cuz... fitting, since the only Good Cuz really belonged to my goody-four-paws cousin, Clemmie) but Mom couldn't find it.

Well, as seen in this picture (I'm squinting 'cause it's bright outside), the orange Cuz was last seen sometime in February. I must have left him outside (as with all my Cuz's). So, he's either buried in the leaves, or I buried him in a hole... or the stoopid bunnies took it... not sure if they could carry a Cuz, but you never know...

My Cuz's

2007-03-16T10:41:00.000-07:00

So, a little while back, my buddies on the blog scene Althea and Steve and Kat were posting about a toy called The Cuz. Well, I love that toy, and have a few of my own.

As you can see, not only do I have the white Good Cuz, and the red Bad Cuz, but I also have a Mummy Cuz and a Frankenstein Cuz, and even a purple Bad Cuz (I have an orange Good Cuz too, but Mom couldn't find it). They are all kinda dirty as I love to take 'em outside to play in the yard, so Mom has to put them in the dishwasher occasionally so I can bring 'em back inside (like I mentioned, she's a total neat freak). There is a Dinosaur Cuz too that I've been wanting for a while, but I have to get Mom to take me to PetCo to get it (I think I'll get yellow, since that's the only color I don't have yet!)

I don't bite the legs off mine like Althea does, but I do make sure that I silence the squeaking within 15 minutes (although, the purple one does still squeak a bit... need to do something about that...)

I love all my Cuz's, but I think my favorite is the red Bad Cuz. He's a little devil, just like me!

My Parts

2007-03-14T08:24:00.000-07:00

Since everypup is posting pictures of their 'parts' I had to join in the fun...

Here's a picture of my eye...

And here's my nose... I don't have freckles on my nose like Dave from the Army of Four, but as you can see, I do have a snow nose. That pink line down the middle of my nose is what my snow nose used to look like (snow noses are noses that are black during the summer, but develop a pink area in the winter). I don't get my snow nose anymore 'cause Sandy Egg-O doesn't have any snow!!! I thought it might come back when I went to Big Bear and got to play in the snow, but no such luck.

And here's my front paws... I love to hold stuff with my paws, 'specially chewies and stuffies I am destroying. You can't see it very well in this picture, but I have a unique paw up front. See, all my paws but the front right one have 3 black claws and 1 white one, but that front paw is black/white/black/white. My Mom says she'd never loose me in a pack of identical looking huskies 'cause the claws on that paw would be a dead give away.

Zim from Army of Four mentioned that he doesn't have dew claws, and I think that's a good thing!!! I got my dew claw stuck on something at the dog park once and ripped most of it off. Mom didn't even know 'till she was picking me up to get in the car and I bled all over her shirt. I'm pretty good about stuff that hurts (I don't even cry when I have my blood taken at the vet), so I didn't cry out or limp or anything. She had to cut off the hanging bloody stump of my dew claw (ick) so it wouldn't get torn off any worse... but don't worry, it grew back.

Frodo Flame-Tail!

2007-03-12T10:25:00.000-07:00

Since somepups liked the picture with my tail on fire, here's an even better one. Call me Frodo Flame-tail!!!

Been a while...

2007-03-08T14:00:00.000-08:00

Hi there fellow bloggers. Sorry it's been a while since I posted, but we (as in me and the humans) have been pretty busy lately. We got to go up to some place called Bear Mountain (I didn't see any bears!) 2 weekends in a row. Clemmie and I really liked it the first weekend 'cause it was nice and cold, but the next weekend was even better 'cause there was SNOW!!!!!! We were so excited to get to play in the snow, our Moms had to really yell at us to come inside. The humans went to do something called 'skiing and snowboarding'. Not sure what that is, only they left us to goof off in the house while they were gone all day, and they came back really tired and smelling like the outside. Clemmie and I didn't care 'cause we got the run of the house (although, doofus Clemmie managed to lock herself in one of the bedrooms the second day). And when they came back we got to play in the glorious snow! The humans came outside for a while, but (and this just proves how nuts they are) they got into this big box filled with hot water. ACK! I only like water when it's turned into frozenfluffywhiteness, thankyouverymuch. My Mom kept saying she needed to get pictures of us, but she's stoopid and forgot to take any.

So, I'll leave you with a cool picture of me... I look like my tail is on fire, huh?

Story of me (part 6): the final foster dog tales

2007-02-12T07:46:00.000-08:00

Harrooooooo, wow! I didn't know everyone was waiting so long to find out the ending to the story! Guess it's the suspense that gets everyone's fur up!

Well, all other things aside, it was going to be the boyhusky (the one I got along with), but Mom was so impressed how well I got along with the last little girlhusky (as you know, I have a history of issues with girldogs) that she ended up being our next foster. Little did I know, she'd stick around for a long, long time. Her name became Clementine...

She was (is) an odd little husky (she was even littler than me, which is pretty impressive as I am only 42 lbs... she's chunked out since then, living it up with Auntie). She came from a very bad situation and was very afraid of men. Mom and Auntie HiDeeHo worked with her to get her used to different people, but she still has some issues with certain malehumans. She really bonded to Auntie HiDeeHo, so much so that Auntie really became her Mom. And instead of adopting another family, she ended up staying with us.

She's okay, and I definitely put up with her more than other girldogs. I even let her sleep next to me sometimes, which I normally don't do for any dogs (as I said, I like my space).

Clemmie came from a situation where she was kept inside with lots of other dogs and never got to go outside, ever, so she had a hard time learning that dogs are supposed to go potty outside. She also wanted to stake her claim on everything since she thought I'd take it from her (as if), so Mom and Auntie had to work with her to teach her the ropes. Part of that was having us stay in our dogboxes when no one was home... see, I don't stay in a dogbox anymore 'cause I am totally trustworthy (well... except for the whole undies thing...)

So, after Clemmie came to live with us, we didn't take any more fosters. We did have some pretty cool new dogs come into our lives though, through Mom working with other rescues.

The first was Bo... he was a husky that we helped for a rescue called Roxie's Fund. He stayed with Stout's Dad since I didn't get a long with him that great, but we got to play sometimes and wrassle like true huskies (Clemmie doesn't wrassle... we just play by jumping around and batting each other in the head with our paws). Bo later adopted a very nice lady who always wanted a Husky (who doesn't?) and went to his furever home too.

Hmmm... trying to think back who came after Bo... well, one dog that did come into our lives was a very special little huskygirl. The story behind her is very touching, but it's kinda long, so I'll tell it in the next segment of the Story of Me. Thanks to all the devoted fans. You guys rock the HuskyHouse!!!

Story of me (part 5): the final foster dog tales

2007-02-09T07:56:00.000-08:00

Sorry it's been so long since my last post. Mom hasn't let me get on the laptop lately (I need to get my own).

So, where was I? I think I left off with Ostara being adopted (thank GOD). It was a bit before we got another foster, and this time it was a boydog. But, not a fullhusky, a huskymix like Stout. His name was Lager (Mom has a thing for naming dogs after beer apparently). He was pretty cool, but he did spend most of his time at Stout's house. See, Lager really didn't like being in his dog box (in fact, one time he jumped around in there so much he gave himself a concussion... DUH!), and since Stout's Dad was home more during the day, Lager went to stay with him and Stout. I got to go too most of the time, but they're both bigger than me, so I got tired of being knocked around while they wrestled... (that's Stout on the left looking crazy.) Lager didn't stay very long as a family came to adopt him a few weeks later. He was one of the better ones, though...

So, after Lager, the rescue Mom helped had an emergency with a lot of Huskies that needed to find foster homes. See, Stout, Branwen and Ostara, plus all the other huskies that stayed with us for a day or two) were all through the rescue Mom helped with, Tails of the Tundra. That's the rescue where I came from (you can see my story here). But Pippin and Lager were both from local shelters that Mom also helped. When Mom heard that all these huskies needed help, she decided that we'd get another foster, girldog or boydog, whoever needed it the most (and I got long with okay). We had to drive really really far to this place where they had a big fenced in yard for me to run around. And it was just like in my adoption! They would bring the huskies out one by one and introduce us to each other to see if we got along (there were other foster families there too trying to find fosterdogs). I got to meet 4 dogs that day. The first dog, a boydog, I didn't like at all. He was kinda mean and hyper. The next dog, a girldog, was also pretty hyper, so much so that she didn't even want to sniff me, she just kept running and running around. The next dog was a boydog who was pretty cool. We got along really well, but he was still kinda snarfy with me. Mom thought it might just be from being cooped up so much, so we considered him. The next dog was a girldog, and I was afraid of her before she even came in the yard. She looked at me thorough the fence and said in dogspeak 'I'm gonna get you.' Seriously!!! It was creepy! I started to bark and yap at her through the fence to tell her off, and Mom almost didn't let her in, but she was so little and harmless looking (HA), that they brought her in anyway. Turns out she was all talk, 'cause we ran around a bit and she didn't do anything. She was actually a big scardydog.

So, who did Mom choose to be my next foster sibling? Can you guess????

Everyone needs a little Bling

2007-02-02T15:19:00.000-08:00

One of my many talents

2007-02-02T14:43:00.000-08:00

So, back when I lived in the apartment in Merry Land, my Mom used to keep a very close watch on me. I was a young pup, after all, and she took a lot of precautions to make sure I didn't get into mischief. One day, though, she was in the living room and she heard me in the bathroom. She went into the bathroom to make sure I wasn't doing anything fun like pulling tasty Kleenex out of the trash or unrolling the toilet paper, and this is what she found...

... adorable me, standing in the tub. I had hopped in there all by myself. I didn't appear to be doing anything but standing there, so she laughed and left. (This was before she gave me my first bath. See, before my Mom, I had never been given a bath in a bath tub, so I didn't know that they were the arena in which horrible torture of dogs takes place... you'd never catch me hopping into one of those willingly NOW.) I was in there a while longer, but she didn't hear anything, and since Huskies are known to like to sleep in the bath tub, she figured I was napping. Until I came charging out of the bathroom with something in my mouth... harr harrroooooo... see, I had figured out how to pull out the tub stopper. It was one of those that screws into the drain, and you push down to close and push again to open. It had been securely screwed in, but I used my paws and mouth to unscrew it 'cause I thought it would be a wonderful toy! Pretty sneaky, huh?

Story of me (part 4): MORE foster dog tales

2007-02-01T12:34:00.000-08:00

So, I heard through the dogvine that Branwen got fat before she went to her new home. It's hard for us Huskies to get fat since we are always so energetic, but it can happen. My Mom's always complaining that she can't keep weight on me (little does she know, it's my constant practicing of my CaNinja skills that keeps me trim). But, in Branwen's honor, since she was a pretty nice girldog (unlike most of them), I'll give you another picture of her when she was in her modeling prime.

Also, a question was asked about Jindos, "Are they smaller than Sibes?" They are normally a little smaller, but Pippin was pretty little even for a Jindo. He was about 32 lbs. He really kinda looked like the dog in this picture.

Um, where was I? Oh yeah... the (dum dum DUM) evilest of the evil, mean, horrible girldogs! So, after Stout, Branwen and Pippin, Mom decided to give another girldog a chance, so she brought home Ostara. Now, you're probably saying, "She looks okay.". Ostara seemed nice at first, but turns out she is the spawn of SATAN!! She used to suck up to Mom and Auntie HiDeeHo all the time, and once their back was turned, come over and bite me! Then, as soon as I growled or told her to back off, she'd whip around, look all innocent, so I got in trouble! Can you believe that?!?!?!? Once, she was picking on me when Mom was in the other room, and I'd just had enough, so I busted out the crazy karate CaNinja moves on her, but I forgot to position myself optimally, so my back was to the stairs. She got me cornered and I was defeated! BY A GIRL!!! It was so humiliating. I had to be rushed to the vet and get an X-ray and my leg all bandaged up.

I hate stoopid, mean girldogs.

Another thing she used to do was pee on what she thought was hers. So stoopid. She got pretty attached to Auntie HiDeeHo, and once peed right outside her door, as if to say, "Mine, mine, mine." Mom was so angry! Harr harrrroooooo. Didn't get blamed for that one! Thankfully, she adopted a nice family with no other dogs, so she could be the stoopid center of attention. She does live with a Cat, who she supposedly gets along with. Should have known... she's a Cat-lover! That explains soooooo much.

Since Ostara was such a meanie, Mom didn't have any more fosters for a bit after that, so I got to be an only dog for a while. Stout still came over a lot, and we had lots of dogs come to stay with us for a night or a day (Mom said she was 'transporting' them to adoptions so they could find their furever homes too). My favorite was a red and white Husky named Jade Ann. She was super nice for a girldog, and Mom said she would have come to stay with us furever, but she adopted a nice family the next day, so she didn't.

Story of me (part 3): the foster dog tales

2007-01-31T09:06:00.000-08:00

Once Stout was adopted by Bean's Dad (I still got to see him all the time as Stout's Dad lived right down the street), Mom got the next one of the fosters. Her name was Branwen.
She was a very pretty Husky, but as with all girl Huskies, she could be a real b*tch!!! (I know, I know, technically she is a b*tch since she's a female dog, but I mean that in the human sense of the word!!!) As you can see from the picture, she could have been a dogmodel (and boy did she know it).
She didn't stay that long as she adopted a really nice couple only a few weeks later, but she was there long enough to attend a few of my dogparties (here she is with Stout, me and Bean).

Unfortunately, as it is with the unreliable creatures that are humans, she had to come back to rescue due to no fault of her own. She did adopt a new set of parents though, and now lives (hopefully furever) with her new family.

After Branwen left, the next of the fosters came... this one only stayed for 3 days (he already had a family to adopt, but they had to pass the adoption tests), and I didn't get to play with him that much 'cause he was sick from being in dogjail. His name was Pippin.

Now, you're probably saying "Why, he doesn't quite look like a Husky!", and you're right! He was a Korean Jindo. You're also probably saying, "Why does he have lipstick kisses all over his face?" Well, that, my friends, is the result of the aforementioned Auntie HiDeeHo. She always used to do that to us, especially on our white fur since it showed up so well. Grrrrrrowwwrr... I hated it! I tried to destroy all the pictures of me with kisses on my face, but I'm sure there are some somewhere (my stoopid cousin Clemmie probably has them posted all over the Internet).

Anyway, Pippin came and went very quickly, and after him came (dum dum DUM) the evilest of the evil girldogs EVER...

(to be continued...)

Story of me (part 2)

2007-01-30T15:21:00.000-08:00

So, where did I leave off? I think it was talking about when I met Chloe and Brinkley that fateful day that I adopted my Mom. Here's a picture of the 3 of us receiving important CaNinja instructions...

Now, I know you're thinking, "Labs? The CaNinjas you spoke of are LABS?" But seriously, they have some impressive talents. Chloe (the brown one) is a black belt in Karate, and Brinkley... well, um... (honestly, I think Brinkley is only allowed at the CaNinja meetings because Chloe is so high in the ranks... he's my best pupfriend, but he's a little slow...)

So yeah, back to the story... from there it's pretty much your typical dog-meet-Mom scenario. I lived with my Mom in an apartment with Auntie HiDeeHo and got all kinds of attention and new toys. Auntie HiDeeHo is a total pushover, so I got away with ALL kinds of stuff with her! Harr harroooo. But, Mom's a little more wily; she never took an eye off of me! I had to stay in the dogbox (Mom called it a crate) when no one was home, but since we lived in an apartment and had no yard, I got to go for 3 walks a day! It was pretty cool, especially the walks around the lake where all the geese lived (I tried to get a few, but Mom always stopped me... sheesh). I did get to sleep on the bed with Mom back then, (mainly so she could keep her eye on me when she was sleeping... still don't know how she does that), but now I have my own bed (I like my space when I sleep, and Mom and the DeeLan take up too much room... maybe if they get that King sized bed Mom's always talking about...) It was a fun time of shredding toys and going to new places.

It took me a while to learn the ropes, but I got to spend all kinds of time at my Gram-Mom's house, and was introduced to the CaNinja society through Chloe. I thought it would be like that furever, but Mom had other plans. Next thing I know, Mom is packing up all our stuff, my dog toys, my bed, my dogbox, and she took us to this new house. Now, I was happy with the apartment, but this house had a YARD!!! It was a little yard, but still, I could go outside and lay in the sun, or snow, or dig big holes, or chase the stoopid bunnies out of my yard, or watch the other dogs walk by on the sidewalk next to the house. It was AWESOME! Only one catch came with the new house... the stoopid foster dogs. Sigh... there I was, the utmost center of attention of my Mom, and she decides to start bringing in this never-ending line of foster dogs. See, Mom had decided that since a husky rescue had helped me find her that she wanted to foster dogs so they could find their furever homes too. The first one was Stout (you remember, the goofy looking husky-mutt from my adoption... he had been adopted the day I was, but was returned a year later 'cause his new Mom was having a baby and didn't want him anymore... humans can be weird sometimes). He was fun, I'll give you that, but he had this annoying habit of trying to eat my head.

As you can see here the idiot is trying to fit my entire neck in his mouth. Not the brightest light on the billboard, but he was fun. He was adopted a little while later by Bean's Dad, who lived down the street. Bean's Dad (and this is just twisted) owned a dog wash. Now, I like Bean's Dad a lot, but what type of aberrant soul does it take to own an establishment made for nothing but the torture of poor, innocent dogs?!?!?!? Stout used to go with him the dog wash (but from what I hear, he never got washed there, he just ran the check-out counter... not surprising since we ARE a working breed...)

Okay... that's all for now. I need to go get ready for Mom to come home (as in, looking innocent and justwokenup by her coming in the door).

Official HULA Membership!

2007-01-30T09:33:00.000-08:00

I have officially been inducted into HULA!!

Formal Application For HULA Membership:

I, Frodo K. Banks, Husky Ninja in Training, do hereby apply for membership of the Husky United Liberation Army (HULA). Below is my official list of qualifications (other than being a Husky):

1. Demonstrating disruptive behavior:
As part of my Husky Ninja Training, I am required to be as stealthy as possible, and observe without being observed, so for the most part I am not allowed to be disruptive. However, this rule goes out the window at dog washes. Grrrrr... I HATE baths. So I make sure to scream bloody murder every time Mom touches me, or brushes me, or moves me, or the water's too cold, or hot, or wet... Mom is constantly apologizing for me. And by the time we leave, the dog wash employees are either looking quite haggard (from running over every time I scream) or ready to call animal services to report the mean lady who abuses her dog in the dog wash. I do look pretty good after my bath, though, ifIdosaysomyself...

2. Cause your human to freak out for no real reason:
One of my requirements for Husky Ninja training is to practice the art of extreme surprise, so I do this quite often. In fact, just last night, my Mom took me for a long walk and when we walked in the house, I immediately went to the kitchen and started bleeding all over the place. Talk about freaking out!!! My Mom looks down and I am standing there perfectly still and there is blood everywhere! The kitchen looked like a murder scene!!! And to make it even better, she couldn't figure out where the blood was coming from, so she kept trying to wipe off spots, but more would appear; it was all over the floor, the rug, the cabinets, my paws, my face, my ears, my neck... she was FREAKED (don't worry fellow huskies, I simply tore my ear a bit on a thorn bush, but I kept shaking my head and that sent the blood flying all over the place!) Harr Harrrrooooo... pretty funny.

3. Cause human guilt for no reason, other to get attention or treats:
I have gotten pretty good at the woebegone look of dismay that makes Mom and the DeeLan feel uber guilty and take me to the dogpark. I give them this look...
... and it's all over. We're going to the dogpark!!!

4. Destroy something:
I was going to provide a picture of the evidence of my destructive tendencies, but Mom confiscated them all 'cause she said it would be 'offensive'. I belong to UEA (Undie Eaters Anonymous). My name is Frodo and I eat undies. I have been clean for 2 months (but only because the humans have been good about putting the clothes in the wood box they call a 'hamper'). Once, I went through an entire pile of laundry waiting to be washed and pulled out every pair of undies and shredded them. I went through 7 pairs of undies in 10 minutes, that's how bad my addiction was. I went through rehab and am hopefully on the road to recovery, but it's a long hard road, as you other clothing addicts are aware, so I attend UEA meetings weekly.

But, hey! I'm also good at shredding and gutting a stuffie in less than 30 seconds!

4. Human behavior modification:
My Mom used to be a decent sleeper, but then I adopted her, and now a pin drop would wake the woman. See, I have an upset tummy sometimes (I have IBS), and sometimes I just have to get up at night to go potty. So, I've trained her to wake at the slightest jingle of my collar to make sure that she gets up to let me out. My predecessor, Bean, also trained my Mom to wake up at the sound of his breathing... he was good! When he had to go potty, he'd sit next to the bed and breathe really heavy, and that would wake her up, but not his Dad, so she'd always have to take him out. Harrrrroooo.

5. Being dressed up as something for the humor of the humans:

Need I say more? But wait, there is more...

Can you believe they had the nerve to dress HUSKIES up in coats? In Sandy Egg-O of all places!!! At least they didn't make us wear them at the beach. That would have been too much humiliation to bear. As you can see, I am clearly protesting this demeaning act (while my suck-up cousin, Clemmie, is just eating it up. She loves getting dressed up and lets her Mom, Auntie HiDeeHo, do it all the time!!! She'll never be a HULA member.)

5. Love of Kleenex:
Although I do not eat Kleenex (as you saw above, I prefer richer material), I do like to take them out of the trashcan and distribute them all over the house. No real reason other than to make my Mom think that DeeLan is leaving his dirty Kleenex on the floor everywhere. Hee hee... I had her going for weeks, but I think she might have caught on by now.

Please accept this letter to apply for the HULA, your forever vigilant servant, in the open, and in the shadows of the CaNinja societies,
Frodo K. Banks

The Claw doesn't work at my house

2007-01-30T09:14:00.000-08:00

I'm pouting.

So, my Mom was giving me a nice scratch with her long nails, right in that spot behind my ear that I like a lot, and then 'cause she was talking to the DeeLan, she stopped. No warning, no good reason, just stopped. I figured that I'd try the method of the Claw (from my friend Meeshka) to let her know that stopping the scratching wasn't acceptable. So, with no warning, I Clawed her good right on the chest and chin. But you know what?!?!? Not only did she NOT realize the error of her ways and pay full attention to me, but she pushed me away, called me a BADDOG, and told me that she wasn't going to pay attention to me until I behaved myself!!! Can you believe that?!?!? I WAS behaving myself, and enjoying the scratching, thankyouverymuch, and she had the nerve to STOP. Sheesh. So, I went to my bed and did my best I'mmadatyou'causeyou'reaverymeanMom look. I don't even think she noticed. As good of an idea as the Claw is, and as great as it seems to work for other Huskies, I think I got a stupid Claw-proof Mom. Figures. Maybe next time I'll try Clawing the DeeLan instead. Maybe that will work?

She did take me for a long walk later, though... so I guess I forgive her. For now.

The reason my Mom loves Huskies

2007-01-23T09:10:00.000-08:00

So, when my Mom was living in West Virgin-Yah, she lived with this human man who had a Husky named Bean.

(This is Bean after a bath... notice his impressive fluffiness. In the background is a picture Mom painted of Bean... she liked him a LOT)

My Mom loved Bean so much, that when she moved to Merry Land, she wanted to be around Huskies (who can blame her), so she decided to let one adopt her. Along came ME!!!! She and Bean had a lot of fun times together in West Virgin-Yah and a place called Boulder (from what I gather, Boulder is Dogheaven: it snows there all the time, Dogs are allowed everywhere, even in restaurants, there are hiking trails and bunny fields as far as the eye can see, and it's just the best place EVER). I'd like to go live in Boulder sometime, but Mom says we have to stay in Sandy Egg-O for a while longer. Sigh. It's not so bad here, there is just no snow - although, my Mom told me that she had a dream last night that it snowed here! Maybe she's a fortune teller and it's coming?

Weekend madness

2007-01-19T07:51:00.000-08:00

Sorry I've been gone for a bit, it was a pretty crazy weekend. Mom and the DeeLan had another party, and I had to supervise to make sure everyone behaved themselves. They started a fire in this metal thing in the backyard and everyone sat around it for hours. I was a little annoyed as they had the human muse-ACK playing so loud inside that I couldn't sleep on my bed in the living room, so I had to curl up in the leaves in the backyard. The humans were nice enough to have a pile of tasty sticks laying next to the metal-fire-thing that I was able to chew, so that was cool. And several of the humans were nice enough to let me know when they dropped tasty food on the floor (my Mom told them to do that... she must realize I work much better than the stinky wet thing she rubs on the floor sometimes).

I guess my Mom saw my cousin Clemmie over the weekend because she left me a smell-O-gram on my Mom. She says she's doing well, enjoying 'living it up' as she says, with Auntie HiDeeHo. She's such a suck-up, she loves having Auntie all to herself, and I'm sure she gets away with EVERYthing, considering she's got the snivel-cower-'don't-hurt-me' act down to a 'T'. I swear, that girl is so conniving. She makes everyone think she's afraid of everything so she can get away with anything!! Typical.

Oh yeah! Something else cool. My Mom gave me this big hunk of bread that dropped on the floor when she was getting ready for the party...

I wasn't hungry right then, so I decided to save it for later...

I'll get back to it in a few weeks once it's been nicely cured. Hopefully the stoopid bunnies don't take it, like they always do (at least I think it's the bunnies... could be cats, as they are sneaky thieves as well). If Mom would just let me sleep outside, I could guard my stash, but she makes me sleep inside with her and the DeeLan. Sheesh. Doesn't she know that Husky Ninja's are impervious to cold and wind?

It's tough being a Rock Star

2007-01-18T22:49:00.000-08:00

Man, am I tired. I managed to sneak out while Mom was at that work place and go to a DogRave. It was awesome!!! Tons of flashing lights, glowtoys, lots of DogMosh pits and dogs of all shapes and sizes dancing together! It was great. And of course, not that I have to say it, really, but us Huskies are amazing dancers (Face it, we've got the moves.) Good thing I'm a master at the sneak-in sneak-out tactic, Mom never knew I was gone. Although she did give me some funny looks when she came home... not sure why.

I want SNOW

2007-01-18T08:05:00.000-08:00

I agree with Althea... it's no fair that some of us don't get snow. If they are getting snow in Texas, then we should get it here in Sandy Egg-O. My Mom did say that when she went outside this morning, there was a layer of frost on her truck. Wooooooooooo hooo!!! Maybe that means snow is just around the corner??? (the plans for world domination by the NHSCWT - National Husky Society for the Control of World Temperatures - are finally moving forward!!!)

Here's a picture of me from when the NHSCWT successfully tested their 'blizzard bomb' and made it snow 4 feet in Merry Land (where we used to live... I miss it there... they had snow... sigh...)

Story of me (part 1)

2007-01-17T09:12:00.000-08:00

So, I overheard my Mom talking to a lady about how I found her, and I think it's a pretty neat story, so I thought I might tell it. A lot has happened in my life ('specially now that I'm a whopping 5 yrs old). So, I'll start from the very beginning...

What happened to me when I was a very young pup is a bit of a mystery to my Mom (I mean, I know, but I ain't gonna tell her as some of it is related to how I became destined to be a amazing Husky Ninja, and like with all superheros, their true past must be a mystery). All that is known is that I ended up at dogjail as a young pup of maybe 4-6 months. It was pretty bad there, but a family came by and bailed me out, thinking I was pretty darn cute (which I am). I didn't stay with them very long 'cause I was young and stoopid, and didn't know yet that I was destined to become a Husky Ninja, so I did all those things young huskies have a tendency to do (you know, the standard destroy stuff, play 'ricochet off the human' and 'annoy the small humans till they cry')... Aaaagh, the good ol' days. So yeah, the family sent me back to dogjail, but this time, it was to a jail that only gives you 4 DAYS until you go to theroomfromwhichnodogreturns. [gulp] Luckily for me, the stars knew I was destined to become a Husky Ninja, and I was rescued by a nice lady from TOTTSHR who took me to her house. She had a LOT of other dogs there, and I wanted to play with them really bad, but no sooner than I got there, I was taken on this LONG car ride, in a big van with lots of other Huskies. We met all kinds of people that day, and one of the dogs that was with me was my later-to-be doofus foster brother, Stout.

(As you can see from the picture, he's a big dork... but we'll get to that later.)

So, anyway, we met a few people who were kinda nice, and then got to this house where my Mom's Mom lived. My Mom (of course) was there, and so was my Auntie HiDeeHo and even Stout's later-to-be dad! (as you can see, the stars have a funny way of making things work out... we Huskies understand this, and try to pass our Dog Zen understanding onto the humans, but they are usually oblivious.) I got the inkling that something covert was going on as they took us out of our cages in the van one-by-one and introduced us to the people. See, there were also two other dogs there that owned my Gram-Mom. Now, since I'm pretty smart, and a very quick study, I noticed that they were introducing the Huskies to these two dogs, and if the Husky was nasty and snarfy to the two dogs, they got put back in the cage in the van. But, if they were nice, they got to go run around in a big yard and play. So, since I'm no dummy, I discerned that these two dogs could be secret operatives, and maybe this was a TEST! I knew that this could possibly be a clue into my calling in life, so I made sure to be nice to the two dogs (I even play-bowed to the maledog), and so I got to go play in the big yard. Turns out, the two dogs were really cool, especially the maledog, Brinkley, who's my best pupfriend. Good thing I'm so smart, because turns out Chloe ranks very high in the CaNinja (what we call Dog Ninjas) society. They are the reason I learned of my destiny to become a Husky Ninja... (to be continued...)

Too cold? She's nuts.

2007-01-15T09:05:00.000-08:00

This weekend was SO boring.

I didn't get to go to the dogpark. I didn't get to play outside (that much). Didn't go hiking or running or ANYthing fun. Mom said something about it being 'too cold' (what is UP with that? She's always complaining since we moved to Sandy Egg-O that she never gets to see snow, and now she's complaining it's too cold?) Little does see know, I am partially responsible for the frigid temperatures (for those Huskies involved in the National Husky Society for the Control of World Temperatures, or NHSCWT, you know what I'm talking about... silly humans... the whole global warming nonsense is a distractionary tactic while we alter the world temperatures to bring back the ice age!! Snow, snow everywhere!!!). She said it was 33 degrees outside the other morning (which sounds wonderful to me), and that is supposedly unheard of for Sandy Egg-O. So, I got to do nothing but lay around while her and the DeeLan left to go do something fun without me. Siiigh.

Falsified photo

2007-01-12T14:27:00.000-08:00

Okay, this is obviously a hoax. There is no way this is an actual Chihuahua Ninja as a REAL ninjadog would never allow themselves to be photographed.

Sheesh... the lengths lesserdogs will go to in order to imitate greatness...

In fact, there is substantial evidence that Chihuahuas are scheming with Cats to form an elite fighting force (Ha. That's funny... as if Chihuahua's can do anything other than shiver and look remarkably like squeaky toys). Now, every true Ninja knows that you never give out Ninja training secrets to those not qualified to wield the immense power that being a Ninja entails, so that fact that the Cats are giving this information to stoopid dummy Chihuahua's is proof that they can't be trusted (and are quite shy of logical thought... but we already knew that all felines had a screw loose).

More on Husky Ninjas...

2007-01-12T11:17:00.000-08:00

I was inspired to begin my training to become a Husky Ninja by the most famous human Ninja, the Ninja from 'Ask a Ninja'. One of his podcasts was about a Ninjadog who could do the most amazing things, and I decided right then and there... I would become a Husky Ninja! Since then, I have been in training, trying to hone my Husky Ninja Zen techniques and practice the art of the Ninjadog ancestors (which I think must have been mostly huskies... maybe a few other breeds like Jindos and Shiba Inus, but you can bet your fur there weren't any stoopid dummy Chihuahua Ninjas). It's not for the weak of spirit, as it takes discipline... more so than most dogs can handle. Take for instance the snatching of the human food. I know this is something Huskies are especially good at, as with our speed and cunning, we find it very easy to fool the Sucker humans into [over here, over here] looking this way, and [zoom zooooooom] snatching that way. As a Husky Ninja, you must practice utter discipline and NOT snatch the human food, EVEN when the humans stoopidly leave the room with the food sitting on the coffee table. Do you have any idea how hard that is!?!?! I have almost mastered this technique, although occasionally I will falter and stick my face in the bowl of spaghetti the visiting Sucker left on the table (Mmmm... marinara).

Now, somedogs might say 'You're lame for not snatching the food', but really, how much will power does it take to scream in abject horror so your human comes bolting over to see if you're okay, leaving their food unprotected so you can jump up, fly around the couch, over the TV stand and snatch the sandwich off the plate before they can say 'WTF?!?!?!?' You see, as a Husky Ninja, it is the strength of will that allows me to sit there, eye to eye with the mouthwateringyummycheesymeaty sandwich and not even give it a little taste as my human walks away. How's that for will power?

It's all part of my plan, fellowhuskies, and as I progress in my blogging, I will reveal more of the master plan of the Husky Ninjas and how we ultimately will take over the world with the help of HULA and other important societies. In the meantime, remember the first thing a Husky Ninja must master is the stare down... that look that sends fear into the hearts of lesserdogs and furry creatures... (and sometimes humans, but mostly they just think you want something... we're working on that...)

Big Wooooooo

2007-01-11T09:29:00.000-08:00

Last night was fun. All kinds of people came over the house and I was happy since most of them were the male humans. I guess you could say I have more of a preference for the male humans... actually, I prefer male dogs too. Girldogs are a big pain in the you-know-what, in my opinion. My Mom says I'd make a great dog for a 'Frat House', whatever that means. Something about a big, dirty house full of male humans and lots of beer and food lying around. If that's the case, who wouldn't want to be a Fratdog!?!?! I mean, I like my Mom and all, and my Gram-Mom is cool too, and I like my Auntie HiDeeHo since she lets me get away with anything, but male humans are just more fun. Like take my Dee-Lan (he's the male human that lives with us now), he's the BEST! Before we lived with him, I had to spend all day by myself, but now he hangs out with me most of the time, and we do guy stuff. Makes me a lot happier to have someone to hang out with (plus, he gives me cereal and lunch meat and all kinds of good people food... but Shhhhhhh, don't tell Mom).

But yeah, so back to stoopid girldogs... case in point: last night this lady came over and brought her girldog. She was pretty fun, although her lady was really protective of her (guess she doesn't know dog language very well... being snarky and yipping with tails wagging means 'Let's Play', not 'I Want to Kill You'). We had fun play-bowing and batting each other in the face, and of course, the best game 'get under the table and wrestle' (for some reason the humans don't like that one. Huh...) But while the humans were outside, the stoopid girldog peed on the rug, and no one saw it! So when my Mom came home today, she finds the rug all wet with old pee and blames ME!!! I can't tell you how many times I've gotten in trouble for stoopid dumb girldogs peeing on stuff! Sheesh. I think Mom figured it out later, but I still got the whole 'What did you do?' and had to stay outside for like 30 whole minutes. I mean, I NEVER pee on stuff (ummm... okay, so maybe I did a little when I first lived with my mom, but I was testing her, you know how it goes...). But for some reason, ALL the girldogs that come into our houses pee everywhere! My cousin Clemmie peed on just about everything 'cause she wanted to try and make it hers. Whatever...

So, besides the stoopid girldog peeing on the rug, I did get a lot of good food like hotdog and cheese. One of the male humans tried to give me a chip even thought my Mom told him I wouldn't eat it, so I spit it out on his foot. That'll show him. I also got in a few good really impressive Woo's, but Mom told me I had to use my 'inside voice' (that's her way of saying 'Be Quiet' when there's company). I almost got some hamburger too, but none of my impressive Woo's convinced anyone that I deserved a whole hamburger patty. What a waste of a good Woo. Although, there must have been some left, since Mom's cooking them again tonight....

...wait, did I hear the oven open?

...False alarm. Well, I behaved myself other than that (always practicing my Husky Ninja Zen techniques, even at parties), and like I always say 'Walk softly and carry a big WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

The beginning...

2007-01-09T15:19:00.000-08:00

Frodo here (that's me in the front of the picture with my goofy cousin behind me, wooing her head off as usual)... my Mom said that she's been reading a lot of these 'blog' things lately, and that with my wit and sarcastic nature, I'd be a good 'blogger'. I figured what the fur, I've got a few interesting things to say. And since I AM a husky, the king of all dog breeds, what I have to say may inspire some (and strike fear into the hearts of others). Plus, I'm hoping that this 'blogging' (what a weird name for something that's just basically talking...) will give me credits towards becoming a member of HULA (Husky United Liberation Army). I am in training to become a master manipulator currently, as well as a Husky Ninja (more on that later) and wish to pass on my knowledge to this fantastic organization in hopes of assisting Huskies everywhere in taking over the world.

First off, I'd like to send a shout out to some fellow rescue huskies, Loki and Sam, the step-brothers of Meeshka from Meeshka's World blog. Mom says Meeshka is who inspired her to have me start my own blog as us rescue dogs don't get enough respect. (No offense Meeshka, as I think you are the righteous Queen of the blog!) Loki and I met once at a rescue 'function', and we tried to impress our Moms by showing how tough we were and getting all snarky with each other, but humans don't know impressive displays when they see them, so they made us stop. {rolls eyes} Whatever.

I have to go (time to patrol the house for burglers, hidden squeaky balls and bugs) , but I'll try to post more if I can get on the computer tonight when Mom is having something called a Bar-Bee-Que. Don't know what that is exactly, but she cleaned the house, which means lots of people coming over (although, it also sometimes means she bored, or angry, or avoiding doing something else... who knows with this woman, she's a clean freak). So, lots of people coming over means lots of food. And since most people are just big Suckers, they have a tendency to give me the food. I haven't quite mastered Meeska's 'look cute and fluffy' to get food from the Suckers, as I'm not very fluffy. Normally I practice my Husky Ninja Zen techniques when the humans have food, and ignore them completely (all part of the plan to manipulate them), but when the non-husky savvy Suckers come over, I just can't resist. I mean, seriously, huskies can tell the difference between a husky savvy person and a Sucker from a MILE away. It's like they have a big 'S' on their forehead or something. Anyway, they'll give me food, none the wiser that I am not a typicaldog. It's nice to get a break from my training every once and a while. Mastering the true Husky Ninja Zen is not easy, let me tell you...

Later, Frodo