Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Lots of dogs!

Oh man oh man, have I had a good weekend or what! I met this dog named Gracie, she's pretty cool for an older gal. She kinda looks like a sausage, but she's so sweet! I made sure to be very nice to her, no jumping around or anything like that, just lots of licks and sniffs. Mama said I was very polite and she was very proud of me, awooo! I see Gracie and her human twice a day, and each time we gets to sniff and lick each other. I stand there and wait for Gracie's human to bring her over; actually it's more like Gracie dragging her human to me cuz she's just soooo excited!

And then there's Cody. Cody's a rough and tumble yellow lab puppy, and he's got the energy that goes along with that. He's alllllll legs and no body, his human said he's just under a year old. Cody's human said it was nice to see another young dog around that Cody can bounce around with. Mama had to spoil it and tell the human that I'm not a puppy, I'm 9, and that I'm not used to seeing so many dogs all the time, having spent most of my life in the country and stuff. She actually had the nerve to INSULT me by saying I get outside and my "brain falls out of my ear" and that we're "working on that." What? Working on what? I think I act just fine! I do the sit thing, and the down thing, and the stay thing perfectly! But mama says that those same rules apply outside as well. Silly mama. Cody was lots and lots of fun to play with, we bounced and jumped and got our leashes all tangled up. See how nice we are? We made sure the humans didn't get lazy by letting them just stand there. No lazy humans!

Cody's daddy told us that he takes Cody to one of the tennis courts to run around in since they're fenced. So Saturday afternoon my mama took me to the tennis courts to run around. I didn't run much, I pretty much just stayed on the far end of the court. The house nearby had 2 weiner dogs and 2 big dogs that were barking at me, so I made sure to stay at the end of the court over by them just so I could keep an eye on them. I got tired quick though, and then I went back to mama and laid down by her feet for a rest. I like the tennis courts, but I wanna go to this "dog park" mama keeps talking about. She says we still can't go there yet cuz I still don't have a Virginny license, just my Michigan one.

Sunday, daddy and mama went to the store (without me!) and came back with more bags of stuff. Once again, nothing for Poseidon. I'm starting to get frustrated. Mama even got a big stuffed bear and said it was "the softest thing EVER made!" Of course, daddy had to spoil the whole thing by reminding mama not to leave it within my reach or else I'll think it's mine. Silly humans! Did they forget the part of my personality where I don't play with toys? Especially large stuffed bears! Maybe I'll try to get it now, just to shred it out of spite. What do you guys think? Think he looks shreddable?

Speaking of things that are annoying me lately......there's this thing. You see this thing? This is the brand new "super cool, pro quality" rowing maching that daddy just got, and that he's oh so proud of. Now, normally I wouldn't care about this thing being in my space. However, for a while it blocked the middle of the living room and I had to hop over it to go from one end of the room to the other. That was bad enough, but now they've decided to put it here, right where I like to sleep. They were only going to put it together in the living room, it wasn't supposed to stay there! It's supposed to go into one of the guest bedrooms, but the boxes of books (that they've still not unpacked) are hogging up all the space. See my daddy's bike? That's also taking up prime real-estate. He hasn't yet decided where to put it, so there it's been since they started moving stuff in. Mama's bike is in one of the spare rooms out of the way, but daddy's bike doesn't have a kickstand and he doesn't wanna lean it against a wall. Mama suggested he put the bikes on the patio, but he looked at her like she was nuts. Something about how he's not gonna leave his big fancy expensive bike out on the patio for someone to steal. Mama suggested a lock, but he says locks are too easy to break or cut or something. So everytime I wanna go out on the patio with mama, I have to walk around that goofy bike.

I met yet another doggy yesterday! She's a plump 50 pound gal named Anya. Anya came from a shelter, so that kinda makes us related or something since I came from a rescue. Anya and her humans (and their cute baby human) just moved in a week ago and Anya's not used to living in an apartment either. She had a great big yard at their old house just like I did. Her human said she's lacking a bit in the manners department too. I bounced around with her for a while until she started humping my head, then I ran around and hid behind mama. Her human was sooooo embarassed, it was hilarious! I tried to hump her too, but my goofy mama said that was impolite and wouldn't let me do it. Even after I was tired of playing and just wanted to flop down next to mama, Anya kept trying to get me to play. She kept jumping on my head, and hitting my face with her paws, and I didn't much care for that, but I took it all gracefully. Mama said she was really proud of how well I behaved since I usually am ready to keep going as long as the other dog is in sight.

Manners. Why are humans so obsessed with manners? Mama says I need to learn that those silly "sit, down, stay, watch me" things still apply outside the house. So this morning on our morning potty walk she worked with me on that. Since I'll do just about anything for a snack, mama cut up one of my favorite snacks into bite-sized pieces (why? I want a whole one!) and of course I plopped my butt down when told to, and watched her when she told me to. Laying down was an effort in frustration, but I did it. I even stayed until she gave me the "okay" word. Mama says it needs more work, especially when there are more distractions like other dogs and stuff, but she said she's going to PetSmart today to get me some new treats just for this purpose. Ones that she doesn't have to cut up. She said daddy spoiled me, and so all my commands were rusty when mama met me. Thanks to her I follow house rules perfectly, and eventually I'll get the outside rules to stick in my head too.

Oops! Gotta go! Mama said she's gonna take me to the tennis courts later, I'm gonna go bug her until we go!

Friday, September 22, 2006


It's been kinda cool here in VA lately, yippee! Mama says it only got to 70 yesterday, and that suits me just fine. Mama said people in the store yesterday was complainin about it bein cold, and mama thinks they're nuts. In MI it's only been in the 50's-60's, so she still thinks it's warm here. The weather humans on the tv this morning said it's s'posed to get up to 80 this weekend, I plan on lounging around the house if that happens.

Mama took some new pictures of me a few days ago, notice the packing boxes and stuff. Mama says they need to figure out where to put the bookcase so they can start unpacking books. Most of the stuff still in boxes is books, and daddy's speakers and stereo equipment. I hope they get that stuff taken care of soon, it's taking up valuable sleeping space!

Mama was mean to me yesterday morning. There was all these dogs outside, and I wasn't allowed to play with any of 'em! She made me stand still cuz I wasn't walking nicely like I always do. She said if I couldn't walk like a gent'lman, then I wasn't gonna walk at all. See what I mean? She's a big meanie-head! I wanted to play and visit with all the dogs, and she was concerned about manners. Manners schmanners. I finally decided to be a "good boy" just cuz I had to pee real bad and I was tired of crossing my legs and all. I still let out a few good woos and wistful looks in the other doggy's directions though. My manliness didn't go unnoticed, I saw a pretty Cocker Spaniel checkin' me out, SCORE! Not my type really, but I'll take what I can get.

During our afternoon walk, a man and his cute 2 year old daughter spotted me and came over to say hello and tell me how gorgeous I am (duh). As soon as the little girl started to pet me, I
flopped over on my side to enjoy it. The man laughed and called me a "big baby." I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, since mama calls me that too. The man said I have beautiful eyes, and that he's never seen a doggy with eyes so pretty as mine. Yup, I'm a hunk, even the humans fall for me!

Then last night, mama and daddy took stuff out to the trash and since it was time for my bedtime potty break, I got to go with them. Normally daddy doesn't go with me and mama on our potty breaks, but this box they took out to the trash was waaaaay bigger than mama (they gots a new rowing machine, whatever that is) so daddy went with us to take the ginormous box outside. While we were there, this nice man came by with a cool English Bulldog named "Fat Boy." I dunno why he was named that, he wasn't fat. He sure was muscular though! He made me look like kind of a wimp. His human said he was almost 80 pounds. 80 pounds! Can you believe it? I'm lots taller than he is, and I only weigh 55 pounds! The nice human man gave me lots of pets and FINALLY I gots to play with another dog! Fat Boy was cool, we sniffed and play bowed and jumped and had lots of fun! I was a little jealous though, cuz the other human let go of Fat Boy's leash so we didn't get tangled up. Mama had to keep holdin onto mine though, cuz I can't be trusted not to run off after a squirrel or birds or traffic or somethin. Traffic looks like fun, but mama says it's a big time no-no. Anyways, I gots to play with Fat Boy for almost 10 minutes, then his human had to go and we did too. Daddy and mama had to go to bed, but I made sure to walk around the house givin a few mournful woos cuz I wanted to go play with Fat Boy some more. The humans just ignored me though, so I decided to take a few mouthfuls of food to their room and crunch them up extra noisily just so they could feel my displeasure. I'm usually not a vindictive dog, but I was extra mad!

I looked for Fat Boy this morning, but I didn't see him outside during my morning walk. Maybe I'll see him again tonight, that would be so much fun!

Anyways, I've been tagged by Dakota, so now I gotta list 5 things that make a good doggy friend.
  1. A good doggy friend never gets too "personal" during sniffing sessions, if ya know what I mean. I like a good sniff just as much as any dog, but if ya spend too much time in one particular area, then that's rude. 'Specially if ya keep going back to that area.
  2. A good doggy friend knows that what's mine is mine; and what's yours is probably also mine.
  3. A good doggy friend is always up for a good pounce and lick.
  4. A good doggy friend knows that the humans sometimes get lost in bathrooms, and will keep watch over the door just in case their help with "search and rescue" is needed.
  5. A good doggy friend will share the blame in any mishaps, i.e. damaged pillows, leather goods, etc.
I'm tagging Hannah, Hobo, Kimmy, Minou, and Cubby!

Monday, September 18, 2006


Wahoo! I'm in my new house in Virginny for a couple more weeks before we gots to go back and get more stuff and so more repairs at the old house. Mama brought her computer this time so I don't have to try and sneak on one of daddy's puters. Mama took a few pictures during our road trip. I had just gotten in the car, and I was rarin ta go! In this second pic, we STILL hadn't started moving! I don't know why she waited so long, could be cuz she had that goofy ol camera stuck to her face. What is it with humans and those camera things? You don't see dogs carrying them around taking pictures of humans all the time! Maybe it's because of those opposable thumbs they all seem so proud of.

We stopped during the drive so I could potty and drink some water, and a really nice man said I was a "pretty girl." Mama told the man that I'm a male, and thanked him (why's she thanking him? He complimented ME!), but he just told her that he doesn't speak English and repeated that I was a "pretty girl." Mama just smiled real big and said thank you. I wonder if he speaks Dog? I didn't try to find out, maybe I should have. After all, my masculinity was in question!

We got to our new house and said hello to daddy, and then mama left me inside while she went out to her car to get some stuff. I think daddy was kind of hurt cuz I just sat at the door and waited for mama, he says that I don't care about him anymore, even though I've been with him for 6 years and have only known mama for 1 year. But mama spends lots more time with me, a dog's gotta have his priorities right? She's the holder of the treats, and the food, and the leash!

Mama and daddy went out for a long time yesterday, and when they came back they had lots of stuff! Nothing for me though, selfish people. Daddy bought mama a new computer desk and chair, some rugs, and lots of other stuff. I checked every bag just in case, but nope. Nothing for me. They should be glad I don't claw people, like other Huskies do. It was very tempting though! Maybe I'll hire a doggy hitman to claw these goofy humans for me.

I've been tagged by Moonshadow and Beasley. Here's 5 things about me:
  1. I don't play. Mama keeps buying me toys in hopes that I'll play with 'em, but no such luck. I do have a "evil stinkin kitty" toy I stash in a particular corner of the house when thrown, but that's it. I want it in that corner and I wish they'd stop stealing it just to throw it! Mama bought me a "good cuz" and that's kinda cool when it squeaks and bounces, but after that initial sniff I just don't care.
  2. I have no concept of the word "bath." You can say it all day long, I don't know what it means. I can always tell when mama's gonna bathe me cuz it's the only time she uses the shower sprayer. As soon as I hear her hooking it up, I'm gone! She usually has to get me out from my den under the doghouse. Once she gets my front legs in the tub though, then I'll just hop in and hang my head looking all pathetic. Mama says I'm the only dog she's ever known that didn't run when the word "bath" was spoken. She says her mama's showdogs even knew how to spell it!
  3. I'm a late riser. It's extremely rare for me to be awake before 11am. I need my rest!
  4. When it's real quiet at night, after the humans have gone to bed, I like to take a mouthful of dog food to their room and crunch it. It makes a lot of noise and keeps them awake. You other dogs should try it sometime, it's fun!
  5. I've got a ferret friend named Rally. I was real scared of him at first, he likes to chase me and sometimes he plays waaay too rough! Mama puts him in time out when he bites my ears. I loves him, even if he is a pain in the butt. I just wish he would be as gentle with me as I am with him!
I'm tagging Cyrus the English Bulldog, Belle the Pomeranian (cuz Poms are adorable!), Ender the American Eskimo (I met one at PetSmart, he was so cool!), Spirit the Weimaraner (Mama's brother has a Weim named Zoe), and Sophia Nicole the Maltese (Cuz mama says they have the softest hair EVER).

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Going on the long drive....

Me and mama are gonna go take that long drive to that Virginny place tomorrow morning. We haven't seen daddy in almost two whole weeks and we miss him lots. 'Specially mama, she's been real quiet and gets all excited when the phone rings. She even cried once, but I think that had more to do with the fact that she had to climb a ladder to finish painting, and she's 'fraid of ladders. I woulda caught her if she'd fallen, except she wasn't letting me in that room. Something about paint all over the doggy fur and messed up walls. Silly mama, I'm not that clumsy!

Mama finally took a break from all that "work" she's been doin on the house and took me for a nice long walk yesterday! We musta walked for over an hour, and boy was I tired by the time we got home! She laughed at me and said I was "draggin ass, " whatever that means. I sure do love those walks! I can hear mama pick up my leash no matter where I'm at, and I just get sooooo excited! I bounce up and down (keeping my distance from mama of course, I'm not rude) and I give lil howls. Mama says it's really cute, but she still insists I keep 4 on the floor and plop my butt on the ground before she'll hook the leash up. Manners are boring, I wanna go outside!

Anyways, Imma gonna set this blog thing so that the comments aren't moderated since I don't know when I'm gonna get round to checkin on this thing again. I'll just trust that nobody's gonna say any stupid mean things. I'm a trustworthy guy an all. We probably won't be back to this house for at least two weeks, and I'm not so sure daddy will let me use any of his computers. He's even pickier than mama about the keyboard being coated in dog hair.

So until then....may your nose be wet, your eyes bright, and your tail waggin!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

On Moving....

So here's the thing.....I've lived in this house here for 6 years, and from what I understand I'm not gonna live here for very much longer. We're doing something called "moving" where everything in the house goes in boxes and then stacked all over the house for the sheer purpose of impeding my movement. It's rediculous, I've gotta change the way I walk in the house because there's boxes stacked and I have to go around them! The human people put lots and lots of boxes and the big furniture into a truck, and then mama put me in her car and we drove a long long ways. I'm not sure how long it was, because I slept most of the way (mama says I was in a "coma") but trust me, it was long!

Mama says we have to do this moving thing because daddy's company that he worked for for 10 years "laid off" tons of people in our state and this new state gave daddy a new job that's tons better. The new state we're going to live in is called Virginia, but I'm not sure exactly where that's at because I don't study geography. I do know one thing though, and that is that it is HOT there! The dirt is weird too, it makes my pretty white paws all red. There's some cool things and some not so cool things about moving, and I'm gonna take the time and talk about them right here.

Not cool things:
  • New place doesn't have a doggy door! Of all the horrors!
  • Boxes stacked all over the house making me have to go around them.
  • Daddy's gone to his new job, so it's just me and mama at the old house
  • We load up in the car and go on that long drive almost every week
  • Mama doesn't give me nearly enough attention cuz she's "busy" doing stuff to the house
  • It's HOT outside!
  • No fence at the new house, so I have to be on leash all the time
  • New house is a little bit smaller

Cool things:
  • New house has more windows to look out of
  • Mama takes me for lots more walks
  • There's lots of dogs outside all the time, but I'm not allowed to play with them
  • Mama says there's two "dog parks" real close by! Aaaaaooooooo!
  • There's a big patio thing that's really good to lounge on in the mornings and nights (when it's not too hot outside)
  • Mama says there's two big bathtubs instead of one (not entirely sure that's a cool thing on second thought)
  • Everybody we see on our walks wants to pet me (unless they're scared of me) because I'm just soooo gorgeous!
  • There's a beautiful German Shepherd girl that I get to howl at every morning (Hopefully mama will let me meet her someday and I can be more polite).
  • There's a walking/jogging/biking path that stretches real far so mama can take me for even longer walks (again, when it's not too hot).

I think that's it for now, I'm gonna go outside and add an addition to my den. Happy Digging!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

I've got a blog!

I'm not entirely sure what a "blog" is, but I have one. Apparently I'll be able to "post" and share stuff with the whole entire world! I'll be famous! Mama says she's gonna type and I'm gonna "dictate" (whatever that means) so that I don't get the keyboard coated in hair. Hate to tell her this, but she's gotta sleep sometime. I'm sure I can figure out this whole computer thing and do my own typing!

Here's some pics of the glory that is I! Mama took some new pictures, but they're trapped in the camera at the moment. Silly human left that USB cable thingy at our new house in Virginia.

Mama took this picture after she and daddy came home to find out I'd raided the garbage. See the piece of plastic by my head? She pretended to be really mad, but she was laughing. I used to never ever get in the garbage, but for some reason I decided a few months ago that it would be really fun. They've taken away my fun though, now they put the garbage in the garage so I can't get to it. Oh yeah, in case anybody wonders why there was so much freakin hair there (other than the fact that I shed loads and loads all the time) mama got lazy and didn't vacuum the rugs in the enclosed porch for TWO WHOLE DAYS! I know, can you believe it???

I've got a doggy door, which is great! My favorite thing to do out in the yard is dig dig dig dig, and dig some more! I've even got my own doghouse outside, which is wonderful for digging under. See? I've made myself a nice lil den under there. Daddy moved the house because he thought it might fall on me one of these days, but I just started a new den.

Mama says this last picture of me makes me look like a devil dog. I just think she needs to get some photography skills!