Poseidon's Prose

Goodbye Poseidon

2010-12-28T12:20:00.003-05:00

I know Po hasn't updated his blog in quite some time, so I doubt he has any readers left. Poseidon departed for the bridge at 5:30pm on December 19, 2010.

Much had happened with his health over the past two years. Last October he had a seizure in the middle of the night and was rushed to the emergency vet. He was still seizing when we got there. He was put on valium, and was pretty out of it. He'd had some issues with his liver, so the first thing they did once the seizing was under control was to ultrasound his liver. They also did a spinal tap and an MRI. The final diagnosis was "Old dog vestibular disease" which is basically vertigo. He didn't eat or walk for 2 weeks and dropped a lot of weight but he ended up being fine in the long run, if a little bit uncoordinated.

Over the past few months he's shown signs of losing his sight and hearing, and being more and more uncoordinated. He'd trip over little things. He started showing signs of cognitive dysfunction (the MRI at the E-vet also showed brain atrophy). He'd stand in the corner of a room and just look lost. Standing and walking got harder. The evening of the 18th he wasn't able to stand up at all and the decision was made to send him to the bridge the next day.

It was a good run old boy, there never was a better dog.

Poseidon

(1993? - December 19, 2010)

My spa day

2008-10-31T10:05:00.002-05:00

Mama said I was all grody because I had ground in dog park dirt/grit, and dried blood all over me from when I was attacked. So she decided that I needed a "spa day." Now, I wasn't sure what a spa day was, or if it was a good or bad thing, so I happily jumped in the car when Mama took me out there.

Well, we went to the PetSmart place and I gots to say hi to my favorite cashier, Miss Wilma, and she gave me cookies and said my head looks soooooo much better. I was all happy that the car wasn't taking me to the vet again, I didn't even care when we walked into the grooming salon. I got to say hi to all the groomer peoples too (I'm so adored), and then Mama took me in back and put me in a crate! Can you believe it??! It was a big crate, but it was still a crate! Then Mama left me there! I was appalled!

Shortly after Mama left, Miss Bonnie came and got me out of the crate (whew) and then she brushed me out. I loved that, brushing feels soooo good. Then the horrible part came: she took me over to the tub area and put these drops in my eyes and then started giving me a bath! A bath! Ahhhhhhh! The shampoo part would have felt great if I weren't soaking wet. She also put something called conditioner on me to make me all soft and stuff.

Then Miss Bonnie took me out to the big area with the tables and stuff and used the drier to blow out all of my precious undercoat. Again, the brushing felt great, but I don't like being wet! She cleaned my ears too, and I can't say I care for that a whole lot either. It just feels all ticklish to have stuff in my ears. All the other groomer peoples came over to give me lovins and kisses, and Miss Wilma came in to love on me too. I loves Miss Wilma, and she cried so hard when she saw me with my stitches after I got attacked.

Anyways, they brushed my teeths too and clipped my nails. Then Mama came to get me and they sprayed something that Mama said smelled like pumpkin pie (whatever that is) on me and we went home. Mama said my scar on my head and neck looks lots better now that everything is clean.

Miss Bonnie says that next time I come that she wants to do me again. She said I'm the easiest dog to bathe ever, cuz I just stand there and am a good boy. If I could say human words I'd tell her that I'm only so still cuz I'm absolutely horrified at being wet. Oh the shame!

Here's some pictures Mama took when we got home:

See how much better my head looks? It's still a little tender, but it's lots better!

I got attacked!

2008-10-18T10:51:00.004-05:00

First of all, I'm A-OK now, but here's what happened:
Mama took me to the dog park almost a month ago (it'll be exactly 4 weeks this coming Tuesday). There was only two other dogs there besides me. I was over by the water spigot thingy mindin my own business, when this giant galumph of a dog named "Happy" attacked me for no reason that me, Mama, or the other lady could figure out. He had me on my back, and I was screamin and screamin tryin to get away. The lady got him offa me, and I stood there just screamin, and Mama took one look at me and said we're goin to the vet right now.
Mama took these pictures while we was waitin at the vet's office:

The vet lady looked at the wound on the top of my head and wanted to take Xrays cuz she thought that the other dog had actually punctured the top of my skull! After some Xrays she said that it wasn't fractured, but the muscles there were "shredded." She also said that she could fit 3 fingers in the wound on my neck, and that I was one lucky doggy because if "Happy" had bitten me one inch over in either direction that I wouldn't have walked out of there. She said he almost got my jugular. She said this doggy meant to kill me.

Mama and Daddy came to pick me up at the vet at 8pm (I had been there since noon), and Mama started cryin when she saw me. I hurt so bad, I didn't even want Daddy to pick me up to put me in the back of the Jeep. Every time he tried to pick me up, I laid down on the pavement. Mama had to hold me up by my waist so Daddy could lift me up.
Mama took these pictures of me when we got home:

The tube thing in my neck is a drain, it was removed two days later. I'm tellin ya, I hurt bad! I was on Tramadol for the pain, and it made me sleepy, but when I was awake I was whimpering and crying. I couldn't eat no solid food, so Mama gave me canned food everyday for a week with my antibiotic and pain pills mixed in. I was at the vet almost every day for that first week, because Mama and Daddy had to go to work and they didn't want to leave me home alone.
After a week I started getting itchy and I had to wear the dreaded cone. My hair also started to grow back (Mama still called me Frankendog though):

My stitches came out a little more than a week ago, and the scab on my head has come off now. The scab on my neck came out when they took the stitches out. I'm doing great now, and I still loves everydoggy out there (including the mean ones). Excuse my gooky head, Mama had been putting something called Neosporin on my scabs, and it melted all over my head. The lady that owns "Happy" has offered to pay for all of my vet bills too. Mama says I'm still handsome! The vet says I'll probably have a permanent furrow on my head because of the way she had to close the head wound, but that it shouldn't be visible once my fur grows back.

Here I am last week, out enjoying the sunshine!

Almost a year? Say it ain't so!

2008-10-18T10:32:00.003-05:00

I kept meanin to get on here and update this thing, but I was either sleepin or Mama was busy and wouldn't let me on.

Anyways, it's been a busy year. First, I had a biopsy on a lump in my ear:

The biopsy came back negative, it's just a harmless tumor of some sort. Mama said we're gonna get it removed when I gets my teeths cleaned.

Then we went to the anniversary party for the store I gets my dog food from. Miss Kim and Mr. CJ are some of my very favorite humans. They always gives me good stuff. Mama got two boring books that day, and I scored some yummy goodies. Here I am with my stash:

One of my neighbors got a little white Sibe puppy just like me! Her name is Nikita, and she's almost 12 weeks old now. That poor man has no clue what he's gettin into, he doesn't even have a crate! Needless to say she's drivin him nuts trying to housetrain her. He has been warned.

I gots to meet her and we had fun, but Mama wouldn't really let me play with her as much as I wanted, on account on the stitches I had at the time (which will be explained in the next post).

I'm gonna post up another entry, since Mama says that the next one needs to be on it's own.

It's been a while......

2007-11-08T22:21:00.000-05:00

Yeah, I know I haven't been around in a long time. It's Mama's fault. You see, she went and got this job thing because Daddy says she needs to get out more. So she got a job at the local Petsmart. It's kind of nice because she brings me all sorts of things like toys and yummy treats, but she won't let me blog unsupervised. She said there's tons of mean predator type people who'd love to take advantage of me. What so wrong with predators? I'm a predator! I guess I must be thinking of a different type.

You guys remember me talking about Max, the husky puppy that lives by me? Well, we haven't seen him for at least 6 months now. When Mama talked to the human, it was pretty obvious that he didn't know anything about us Huskies. Mama thinks they "got rid of him." Poor Max! We did see the man with some scraggly rat looking dog recently. Ugh!

Hey, check this out. Isn't this the biggest bully stick you've ever seen??! That's right, 30 inches of yummy bully! Don't I look downright ecstatic? I gotta admit, it's taking me forever to eat it though. It's been about a month since Mama brought it home and I have probably 3/4 of it left. I'm just not a power chewer. Part of the problem is that I need my teeth worked on. Mama took me to the vet today to make an appointment for my teeth. The vet says I'll have to go nite-nite for them to do it, and then I'll need antibiotics. He was checking me all over, and when he got to my bladder I couldn't help it. It just hurt so bad I yelped! Then he checked a few more times to make sure, and then he told my Mama that he needs to do a "urinalysis." I've never had one of those before, I wonder what it is? I guess I'll find out tomorrow, cuz Mama said something about stealing some of my urine. What's she mean by that? I need all my urine to leave pee-mail on the bushes and trees. She can't just go around stealing it!

At least the vet peoples gave me lots of cookies, so I forgave them for poking and prodding me.

I mentioned before that Mama worked at Petsmart and that I got perks from it. Check this out!It's me! Well, not really. He's probably my cousin 8x removed or something. But isn't he cute? Mama took me to the store on her day off just to buy him. I guess she was buying him for herself. She was stupid and squeaked it though. All things that squeak are mine, even though I don't really play. If I'm all energetic from coming in from outside in the cold then I'll play if Mama squeaks the stuffy and tosses him. I like to keep my toys hidden behind the dining room table though. They're just safer there.

Here I am attacking my stuffy:

And here I am taking him to his safe spot behind the dining room table:

And then here's some pictures that Mama took last week when we were outside. I had just woken up, so I had to get some good stretching in first. Then we were off.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this. I got new food! I used to eat Wellness, but Mama went food shopping at the new store that just opened up ( DogGone Natural) and she got me a grainless kibble. She got me a bag of Orijen, which I really really like, and some Innova Evo 95% beef and 95% duck canned food. It's good good stuff! Yum yum! Mama was really really pleased with the store, as was I. The lady gave me all sorts of yummy homemade cookies, and she even packed a bunch in a doggy bag for me. She told me "Shhh pretty boy, we'll keep this between you and me." Mama says they have a very limited selection, but what they have is really good. Evo, Orijen, Timberwolf Organics, California Natural, Merrick, and Canidae. They also have premade raw. It didn't feel like a store at all! It had a coffee shop vibe according to Mama. I myself have never been to a coffee shop so I'll just have to take her word. Mama hopes that this store is a success because the only other stores that sell the good foods also sell puppies which leaves Mama in a huge moral quandry. Plus this store is the only one that sells Orijen in our area. There's only 3 stores in Virginny that sell it, so if they closed then we couldn't buy it anymore.

I'll try to post some more tomorrow after I find out what this whole "urinalysis" thing is all about.

I feel pretty! Oh so pretty!

2007-07-06T09:23:00.001-05:00

Yeah yeah, I know I'm a boy and am not supposed to be "pretty" but who cares! People are always telling me what a "pretty girl" I am, and I'm secure in my masculinity so I can be pretty if I wanna!

Just a few days ago a little girl came up to me and asked my Mama what my name was. Then she said I looked like a girl (HMPH!). Mama said I was definitely a boy, and the little girl retorted with "I say he looks like a pretty little girl." Silly child!

Just when you think you've heard it all, someone comes up with a real doozy. Someone actually asked if I was a Great Pyrenees! Can you believe it?! I couldn't, and neither could my Mama. I mean come on.....usually I'm mistaken for a German Shepherd and that's bad enough. I look nothing like a shepherd dang it! A Pyr is even farther away. I only weigh 55 pounds, my ears stand up, and I've got much shorter hair than any Pyr I've ever met.

Daddy and Mama have left me all by myself a lot the past few weeks and I'm none too pleased about it. Daddy's Daddy was here for a week 2 weeks ago and they spent almost everyday in DC doing the touristy thing with Daddy's Daddy (my GrandDaddy?). That's okay though, it gave me lots of time to sleep and dream of bunny killin. Then a few days ago Daddy and Mama went away again to go watch fireworks in DC. They were going to take me with them, but they decided to take the train instead of drive so I couldn't come. I'm pretty miffed about that since Mama said there was lots of other dogs there, and I really would have liked to woo at them. Daddy said that next year they'll probably drive and I can go.The pictures I've posted on this entry are shots that Daddy took of me on the Fourth of July while he was testing out his new tripod. I think they turned out really good, I look like a model! Mama got a new camera too, so she'll probably be taking lots of pictures and videos of me. She didn't do many videos before because her old camera didn't take videos with sound. What's the point of that?

Thievery!

2007-06-11T03:35:00.000-05:00

Now just how do I get all of my fluff out of this thing? Anybody got any plans?

Yes, I know my humans have been lazy about putting their winter clothing in the closet where it belongs. Mama is scatterbrained.

Blame Mama!

2007-06-08T16:57:00.000-05:00

It's been a long time since I updated this thing (again), but this time it's not my fault! I swear! Mama was having all sorts of issues with MY 'puter, it wasn't installin stuff anymore and Daddy said it was missing some critical files. Plus one of Mama's hard drives died, so first she spent a week using some program to get all her files off the dead hard drive. Yep, a week. The drive that died was 160gig and almost full. Anyways, so after that she reinstalled Windows and everything else. Plus she got a fancy new 500gig drive to put my pictures on. During all this time I just could NOT blog! Mama said no!

Anyways, everything's fine now and my pictures aren't lost to oblivion

While I was on hiatus I went to go see the vet. He was a nice vet, but rude too. First he stuck this stick up my hiney, and it wasn't no thermometer either. He wanted some of my poops. Well he coulda asked and I woulda obliged him, but nooooo he wanted to use that stupid stick. And then when I tried to lay down for some belly rubs he just laughed and said that part came later, but for now he wanted to listen to my heart. Ugh. My heart's fine, rub my belly! Then they stole some of my blood and poked me again for a shot. The vet check my hips too, and awooooooo! My hips are in perfect working order!

The really really bad part of that whole visit was that Mama asked him to trim my claws! Can you believe it? I thought she loved me! They lifted me up on that table and layed me down on my side. I tried not to let them do it, but they overpowered me. It took fur-ever! Mama said if I would quit struggling so hard it would be done quicker, but no way no how! I didn't want him messin with my claws!

The bad news is I gotta go back to the vet for him to do stuff with my teeth. Apparently my teeth are in really bad shape and he's got to knock me out to fix them otherwise they're going to start falling out soon. That would ruin my handsome smile!

The vet man has Sibes too, so he loved me! He said we're the favorite in that office. Wooo wooo woooo!

I'll write more later!

My Sore Foot

2007-05-09T07:29:00.000-05:00

Been a long time since I posted, but I just haven't had much to write about lately. Last week Mama noticed I was limping, and when she looked she saw I had a raw spot on my pad. She watched it, and the next morning I was licking it constantly cuz it was botherin me. Well, Mama insisted it was getting worse and my licking was what was doing it (she's so dumb). You dogs know what she did? She put something called Neosporin on it and wrapped it up! That's right! She wrapped my leg from the knee down! I looked like the biggest dork on the planet, because not only did she wrap it, she wrapped it in HOT PINK vetrap stuff. Now...tell me how rediculous I looked being all white with a HOT PINK leg!

I tried to protest by wooing and showing her that there really was no way I could possibly lie down like that. I tried and tried, laying down except for that one leg, and then getting up again and wooing at her. You know what she did? Huh? She ignored me! She didn't even look at me. Well, the dramatic response wasn't working, so I finally gave in and just lay down.

It was sooo embarassing, the other dogs were making fun of me big time! I couldn't even go outside without stupid humans asking what was wrong with me. So much for being incognito in my dorkiness. Ugh.

Anyways, after a couple days of the neosporin she decided my foot needed to dry out, and the neosporin wasn't working for that particular purpose. She started cleaning it with peroxide (ouch!) and then putting gold bond powder on it per one very experienced human's suggestion.

It's been a week now and I've been bandage free for a few days. It's still a little tender, but I'm not licking it anymore and it's healing. She still puts the peroxide on it every day, but it's getting better.

I better be getting mucho dog park time for this!

I got attacked!

2007-04-16T12:20:00.000-05:00

That's right, attacked!

It was super windy outside yesterday (and today) and Mama and me were outside doing a potty break. Apparently there was a cat about, but I didn't see it. Mama saw it, but he went away and she didn't see where it went to.

So there I was, innocently poking around a bush, and I went to claim it as mine......and then WHACK! This cat exploded from the bushes and attacked my undercarriage! No worries, nothing's hurt but my pride, but gee whiz I wish I didn't have that stupid leash on. That cat would have paid!

Then later on that night on another potty walk, I saw what looked like a white bunny hopping around the grass. Of course I went to immediate "I'm gonna kill you" mode. Bunny hopped away out of my sight, so I went back to what I was doing. Out of sight, out of mind ya know. Anywoo......I was in full on squat doing my business when it came back! I was doing the potty shuffle chasing after that bunny....and I couldn't figure out what was making my Mama laugh like she was going to fall down. I didn't catch the bunny. Later on I heard Mama tell Daddy that I was chasing a plastic bag. Hmph! In my defense, it was white....it moved....and it very well could have been a bunny.

Speaking of Daddy, he's gone right now. He had to go some place called "New York" again for work. He's gonna be gone until Friday. He did this a few weeks ago too. I don't like it when he goes away, but at least I got my Mama. I like her better anyways!

Mama says if it ever stops raining that I can go to the dog park. I'm not gonna hold my breath.

The Eating Bunnies day....

2007-04-10T07:42:00.000-05:00

Woo! I hope all you guys had a great Eating Bunnies day (sometimes humans get it right with these holidays)! I didn't get no chocolate, and I didn't get no ham either! Not fair! I reallllllly wanted some ham, but Mama said it's too salty and this ham had something called honey and brown sugar on it too, and apparently I couldn't even have any of that! Would you believe there wasn't even a bunny to be found? Not a real one anyways, just a big chocolate one that Mama got for Daddy and of course I wasn't allowed anywhere near him. Humans are so stupid! Why have a holiday called Eating Bunnies day and then not eat any fluffy hoppity bunnies?

Mama and Daddy ate their foods at that table thingy, and they never ever do that! I had to watch. I put my face right on that table thing next to Daddy, and the next thing you know Mama's pointing to a corner and telling me to go! Can you believe it? They weren't eating on the couch like they always do. I thought there were different rules with this table thing. I thought that maybe Mama was going to quit being stupid and give me some of that yummy ham while I was in the other room, so I happily trotted off to await the bounty. I STILL didn't get no ham, and it smelled sooooo good too. She tricked me!

I'm going to have to put up more of a protest on next year's Eating Bunnies day.

On a side note, I got to go to the dog park yesterday again! Besides me, there were 5 labs and an adorable (according to Mama) terrier mix named Flip. And guess what? One of the labs was a real life seeing eye dog! His human wasn't completely blind, he could see me and him and Mama had a real good conversation about me and how gorgeous (duh) I am. I had lots of fun romping and chasing that dog, but he was all business once he got his harness back on. He didn't even look at me when I wooed at him as he was walking away.

There was a human man there who was eating a candy bar, and even though I stood right in front of him and stared and stared....he didn't share! Mama was shocked, cuz I don't usually beg like that with her and Daddy. The man just kept turning and walking away from me (rude rude rude) so I had to keep following him and staring. His dog must get lots of foods, cuz she looked like a sofa cushion (Lab). She had big fat rolls coming out from under her harness. She was really lazy too, I thought maybe she was an old dog. Turns out she is only 6! I don't know why the man would want to feed her stuff and then ignore me when I was staring at him so intently. I even wagged my tail and kept all 4 feet on the ground. I didn't even woo for his attention! He should have appreciated my polite begging and given me just a taste!

Speaking of yummy foods, Mama brought some of my liver treats to the park to give me for when she calls me and I actually come to her. Usually I stay away from Mama in the park cuz I never know when she's going to hook the leash up and take me home. If I want some attention I'll just go up to the other peoples. Unfortunatly all the other dogs could smell the treats in her pocket. She managed to give me a few, but she ended up just handing them out to all the other dogs (she asked their peoples first). She did insist that they sit nicely for them though. She also says that's the last time she brings yummy things to the park, although she did enjoy handing them out.

Anywoo, I'm still tired from the park, so I'm going back to my "coma."

Oops!

2007-04-07T08:15:00.000-05:00

Holly told me that I hadn't posted since Febroooary, and I gotta admit I didn't think it had been THAT long! Sure enough, I look and Febroooary 28th was the last time I blogged. So sorry about that.
Mama made me go back to Michigan with her for the last time (so she says, been saying that) and finish up stuff at the house. I guess Daddy's friend's son is going to be living in our old house for a while, and Mama had to throw a bunch of stuff in the attic to get it out of the way so he could move in.

I've been goin to the dog park once or twice a week and having a blast. Mama's tryin to ruin my fun now, because I recently discovered how much fun it is to hump other dogs....not every dog.....I just choose one dog and focus on him. Mama ends up shadowing this other dog so she can stop me. Usually I know if she makes that "ah ah" sound that means she knows what I'm thinkin and I better stop thinkin it. She still has to pull me off sometimes though, and that's when she makes me go home. Something about humping being rude and if I'm gonna do it I can't stay. For some reason it's always an intact male yellow lab that's got my interest. Mama thinks it's cuz I was influenced by a yellow lab one day at the park, and now I'm fixated on them. Nah, I just like 'em cuz they're yella.

Hey guys, guess what's black and white and fluffy all over? Give up? It's the totally cute husky puppy at our apartment complex! I haven't gotten to meet him yet, just woo at him from a distance. His human always takes the puppy back inside before he can woo back at me, and I don't think that's very social of him! Mama wants to talk to the man to make sure he really knows what he's in for since us northern breeds are "special." Mama always gets scared when she sees someone with a husky pup since so many peoples aren't educated on huskies, they just know they're adorable (duh). So far Mama's had no luck with this man, but she's not giving up yet.

Speaking of puppies, my favorite puppy (other than the little husky puppy I haven't met yet) is a little 4 month old pup named Charlie. I go crazy for him! Mama doesn't know what he is, he kind of looks like a golden, but he's got speckled legs like he might have some english setter, and a cute white splotch on the top of his head. He's not very big though for a 4 month old, so he might have some cocker in him too. Anyways, he's lots of fun for me to romp with, he gets me all riled up! His humans can't keep him away from me, he just drags them on over. It kind of annoys Mama because she's still working on my "self control" and it's hard to maintain what progress she's working on when all of a sudden there's a pup jumping on my head. Charlie's human man lost his collar one day and so he just let Charlie run around outside without his leash. The problem was we were outside when Charlie came bursting out the door and jumped on my face. I didn't like that very much, but I just told that rambunctious pup to learn some manners. Head jumping is not acceptable in my book!

The weather here is getting too hot for me, and Mama says we might not be able to go to the dog park as often because she says I don't drink enough water there when I'm hot. It's been 80 degrees a few times here already, and Mama doesn't like to take me to the park too much when it's over 70 because she's afraid I'll overheat. I don't drink enough water and I don't know when to stop. It got cold again the past two days though, so I'm hoping for some dog park trips this week! I can't go more than twice a week, and my trips have to be spaced 4 days apart otherwise I get sore and gimpy.

Anywoo, I just wanted to reassure everyone that I'm doing okay. I know I promised this before, but I really will try to keep this thing more updated. I just don't always have much to write about.

Dog park fun

2007-02-28T13:08:00.000-05:00

As promised, Mama took me to the dog park yesterday where I got to run and run for two whole hours! Technically I ran out of gas after the first hour, but I got a fresh burst of energy with every new dog who entered.
I got to play with two boxers, a dogue de bordeaux (Mama says she was frickin cool,whatever that means....I thought it was too warm out myself), a ginormous doberman who was twice my size, a small shiba inu looking thing, a brittany, a border collie, two greyhound crosses and some other dogs I don't remember. I was the only Husky though, I'm always the only Husky.
I did get into a scuffle with one of the boxers, he thought I wanted his frisbee and he snarled and bit me and his human had to pull him off of me and then he threw the stupid ol frisbee over the fence so the dumb boxer wouldn't attack me again. I don't think all boxers are stupid, just ones that think I want their dumb ol toys and then bite me. I've got a whole stack of toys at home that have never had a drop of my saliva on them, I don't need some chewed up plastic frisbee.
All the snow was melted. Mama had hoped the snow would still be there so I could romp in it, but the other humans said the snow melted fast. It was wet and a little muddy, but I didn't care. I usually HATE getting my feety-feets wet, but I was having so much fun running that I didn't care. My nice white coat turned into a dingy grey, but it's nice and clean again now after a little self grooming.
I'm sorry there's no pictures, but you guys can blame Mama for that. She did take the camera, but she forgot to check the batteries before we left and they were dead! Dead! She never gets pictures of me in the park, she always forgets the camera and the one time she remembered it the stupid batteries were dead. I don't know what I'm going to do with her. On a good note, after running and romping and jumping and chasing for two whole hours, I'm not sore a bit! Woooooooooooooooooo! I am tired though, Daddy called me a dead dog all night cuz I couldn't be bothered to move. I was too tired to even lift my head up.

To make up for the lack of pictures from the park, I'm posting pictures of me chewing on a super yummy bullystick ring! Mmmmmm bullystick....

Oh yeah, I updated my link list, please make sure to drop by D'Azul Siberians, Fargo, Franki, Sitka & Tia, and Maverick's blogs if you haven't already. They're super cool!

Ice, Snow, and Warm Weather

2007-02-27T09:47:00.000-05:00

I've decided I don't like this Virginny place very much. There's not nearly enough snow to suit me! I heard Mama say that our old house had TONS of snow, and that makes me mad! It's been much too warm here, and everytime we get a little bit of snow it goes away in a few days. NOT COOL! We had a big ice storm on that Valentine's Day holiday, the weather people on TV said we got 3 inches of "sleet." Let me tell you, I don't like that sleet stuff AT ALL! I kept slipping and sliding when I was trying to go potty (I was doing a #2 and was sliding backwards!), and I kept falling when I was trying to walk around. And forget about trying to go any faster, I ended up banging my chin into the ice more times than I could count. Mama took some pictures of me outside after it started to warm up and the ice was melting. She also took some pictures that same day of her breaking the cardinal Siberian rule.....she let go of my leash to get some good pictures. No worries though, Mama was only a few feet away from me and I would have had to get past her to go anywhere.

We got more snow a few days ago, I think Mama said we got about 4 inches. It's starting to melt though, the weather outside never really went below 32 degrees, and it was 40 degrees yesterday. It supposed to be even warmer today, like 47 degrees. Mama said she's going to take me to the dog park today to play before it all completely melts. It's almost all slush now, but I'm still going to enjoy it.

Speaking of the dog park, you might remember that I talked about hurting my leg in my last post while I was at the dog park. My leg's been all better for a while, but Mama kept putting off taking me to the park just to make sure. Everytime it looked like my leg was better I would do something and hurt it all over again. It hasn't hurt me in a long time now, so Mama says it's safe for me to go back to the park if I promised not to overdo it again. I don't know what she means, overdo what? Oh well, if it gets me to the park I'll say whatever she wants me to say.

Anyways, Mama said she'll take me to the park when she's done with housework. I'm gonna go make sure she actually does the housework so we can leave!

Recovered from the humiliation

2007-02-06T07:36:00.000-05:00

Okay folks, after what Mama did to my gorgeous pictures, I had to go hide for a little bit and recover. I'm back now though!

I'm back in Virginny now, me and Mama got back over a week ago. We were supposed to be back a week before we did come back, but Mama had something called the "flu" and she was horkin up constantly! During that time I didn't get nooooo cuddles on the floor. I was so bummed I didn't even spend much time out in the snow! Even though the dog door was open and I coulda gone out anytime I wanted to, I just stayed in the room Mama was sleepin in and slept in my bed.

We went to the dog park a week ago (BTW, there's still no snow here!), but we were only there a half hour and I started limpin. My left foreleg hurt real bad. I was holding it up when I was holding still, but I wasn't done playing yet! I woulda kept on playing and playing for another hour if Mama had let me, but nooooooooooo she put the leash on me and we left. Ugh.

I started feeling better in a few days, but then we went on a walk and when we came back inside I ran around the inside of the house like a crazy dog, and you guessed it.....limping again. More than I was before. Mama gave me some aspirin (in a hotdog, mmmmmmm hotdog!), but that didn't last long. During the big football game I horked up all my foods, and Mama thought the aspirin was bothering my tummy so she didn't give me no more aspirin. I'm still a little sore, but I'm not really limping anymore. I gotta hurry up and get better so Mama will take me to the dog park again! Mama says I need to learn to take it a little bit easier and not push myself more than my body can take......puh-leeze! What does SHE know?

She did it again!

2007-01-21T12:41:00.000-05:00

Holly dear, this isn't your fault. Mama would have just seen it on someone else's blog and done it anyways. That being said, SHE DID IT AGAIN!

I've been humiliated!

2007-01-20T05:55:00.000-05:00

Now, I've got nothing against pirates. In fact, I like pirates a lot. However, I feel that my impersonation of a pirate isn't nearly up to real pirate standards. Captain Maverick would understand of course. You all have Holly's people to thank for this. I'm going to go attempt to find this freakin parrot and defeather him!

Grumble grumble....first she makes me wear a sweatshirt, then she gives me a bath, and now this....Grumble grumble

Poseidon the Red

SNOW!

2007-01-20T04:31:00.000-05:00

We got to our old house in Michigan Monday night, and when Mama let me out of the car I saw....SNOW! WooWoo!!!!! Mama had to practically drag me from the car to the house because I wanted to play. I didn't think that was very nice, but Mama kept mumbling something about it being eleven o'clock at night and her being tired. I didn't care, there is SNOW here! She opened up my doggy door though, and I slept all night out in the snow. Who needs a comfy bed? I had the best bed outside in the cold fluffy white stuff.Mama took me out in the big yard yesterday (my fenced part isn't very big) and let me run around. She left her regular digi cam in Virginny, but she got some decent pictures of me romping in the snow with her cell phone. She got some video too, but she needs to convert the video to another format and she doesn't have that software on Daddy's laptop.

All I've got to say is it's about time we saw snow! Mama's not too happy, she hates snow, but she likes seeing me happy with it. Too bad we're going back to Virginny on Tuesday, there's no snow there yet!

Oh! I forgot to tell you guys.....on our first stop during the long drive to MI, I PEED on my Mama's shoe! I was sniffing around, trying to find the perfect spot and I've tried to pee on Mama before and for some reason she won't let me. Anyways, I saw her looking at something and I figured that was my chance. She jumped backwards so fast when she felt me peeing on her shoe, it was hilarious! Of course I couldn't laugh at her because I had to act like it was an accident. Otherwise she definitely wouldn't accidently leave yummy things within my reach.

The Good and the Bad

2007-01-12T07:32:00.000-05:00

Okay folks, I've had a good week and a bad week.

The good part was that on Tuesday mama finally got me my Virginny license! She took me with her to the doggy license place, and then she put the license on me and......wait for it........she took me to the DOG PARK! Wooooooo! That's right, uh huh, oh yeah! Sorry there's no pictures, but mama didn't bring the camera with us because she didn't want to be distracted with the camera seeing as how this was my first visit to the park. She wanted to make sure I was a good boy. We were there for a whole hour and a half, and I ran and ran and ran and ran and.....you get the point. There was about 10 other dogs there, and I got to run with ALL of them, it was great! There were two beagles, those guys are funny. They don't bark, but they don't howl like a proper dog should either. That's right, I think all dogs should woo and talk like us huskies do! This one beagle, he kept going up to all the other dogs, one at a time, and doing what mom called "baying." If a doggy wasn't playing with him, he'd just stand in front of them and bay at them. Then he'd make his way to the next doggy. I had so much fun guys, I just can't believe mom finally took me to the park! Let's see who else I can remember.......there was a boxer pup, an american bulldog, a sheltie (who stuck to herself on one end cuz she was scared), a bearded collie, a lab pup (alll legs and big paws), the two beagles, a beagle mix, a border collie, a bull terrier/pit cross (she was like a tank!) and a couple other dogs I can't remember.
I can't wait to go again, mama says she might take me later on today, and this time she'll bring the camera with her. I was sooooo tired Tuesday night and most of Wednesday, I didn't do anything but sleep the whole time. I couldn't even be bothered to raise my head to look at mama when she talked to me. The sleepy pictures I posted are ones mama took of me all tuckered out from the park.

And then there's the bad part of my week.....

Mama gave me a BATH yesterday! Oh yes she did, the evil evil woman! She said I was filthy (yeah, like she knows?), and I haven't had a bath since the summer. I'd like to know what gives humans the right to just throw us in the tub? Just because they feel a need to bathe every day and wash off their natural scent, doesn't mean we have to too! I have to admit, I had to laugh a little bit when mama spent 15 minutes trying to get my undercoat soaked by pouring cup fulls of water on me. She left the evil shower sprayer attachment in MI, so she had to use the cup. She realized that wasn't going to work, so she ended up turning on the shower and getting in with me! Eeeeek! Here I thought she would just give up and let me out. Hrmph! Don't be fooled by the pictures, I may have looked docile but I kept trying to creep to the edge of the tub to make my escape! Even if that escape would have only been as far as the big room mama calls a "closet."

Of course I spent lots of time grooming myself when she finally let me out, because I was alll wet (ewwwwww) and my coat was all messed up too. I tried to demand that mama brush me, but she said no brushing until I was dry. She never brushes me when I'm wet, always saying something about breaking hairs off. Hopefully she brushes me this morning, I was still damp last night when mama and daddy went to sleep.

Anyways, I'm gonna go stare and woo at mama until she brushes me. After all, if I'm going to the park today I've got to look my best! Woo at you doggies later!

Sorry!

2007-01-03T11:15:00.000-05:00

Oops! I knew I had been away a long time, but I didn't think I had been gone this long! I see that I got Christmas tagged by Holly, Waylon, and Beasley, but it's a little late to play now. So sorry guys (and gal)!
The trip back to VA was uneventful, I slept a lot, and mama made sure not to leave any yummy tasting things on the seat when she went into the human potty place, so I didn't get to snag anything. Drat!

Mama took lots of new pictures of me back in November, so I'm going to share them with you guys here in this post. Now, I'm not pointing any fingers or anything....but someone's getting the blame for these pics! Mama said all her boxer buds looked so cool in their clothes that she just had to take some pics of me in human attire too. If I wasn't so humiliated I would have chewed her feet up!

Daddy's mama came to visit from Kansas (where's that? Is there snow?) for Christmas, and it set my whole world topsy turvey. I was the same laid back fella I always am, but I didn't eat much and I even threw up one morning on my potty walkie. That scared mama, and she kept a close eye on me, but I didn't repeat that little episode. Poor mama was already so stressed because she's never met daddy's mama, and she was really scared that daddy's mama wouldn't like her. I think she's over that now, even though she hid from her the morning daddy went back to work. Daddy's mama was lecturing mama about the one drink she had with dinner the night before.....then daddy's mama apologized in the morning and then lectured her all over again. She lectured her on a couple different topics that morning, mama couldn't wait to escape outside with me!

Despite the whole thing stressing me out, and making me lose my appetite, I liked daddy's mama just fine! She said I was a really nice doggy, and made sure to give me lots of hugs and pets. I was a little offended for my Siberian kin, as daddy's mama said she was surprised I was a nice doggy. She insisted that Sibes are mean nasty doggies, and that we kill kids. Um....hello? We're pack animals! A nasty Sibe would make a horrible sled dog, wouldn't it? Mama and daddy tried to tell her otherwise, but she wasn't having any of it. She did like me though, so that's a good thing. She didn't even care that I shed all over her clothes!

Mama took me to PetSmart last week, and guess what?! I got to meet Dex, the super cute Great Dane puppy! His mama and my mama talk on that boxer forum that they're both addicted to (that's why my blog is un-updated....she won't leave her desk!) and they agreed to meet at PetSmart since I was all out of Nutro Ultra anyways. We were hanging out by the bones, and I didn't much care for that puppy sniffing MY bones, so I had to growl at him when he did. Mama kept pulling me away and telling me those weren't my bones. Who says? I found them, they're mine! I was a good boy otherwise though, no howling or trying to play with other dogs. I didn't even try to play with Dex, we pretty much ignored each other. This is the second time I've been a really good boy at PetSmart, mama's very pleased. Now, we all know I'm just biding my time for the most embarassing moment possible, right? I must say, us two handsome devils attracted just about every single person in PetSmart. That's what happens when you get two gorgeous boys together at once!I do have some other good news to report. Remember in this post where I complained about the rowing machine being in the middle of the living room? Well, it's been relocated to the guest bedroom, hooray! We also got new furniture for the living room, and a new dining table. Mama and daddy got two of those cool Tempurpedic mattresses too; one for their bedroom and one for the guest bedroom. I'm not allowed on them though, but that's okay. I've never been allowed on the furniture. The closest I get is when mama invites me up on her lap, but that's really only halfway on the furniture since my hind legs are still on the floor. Now if we could just get rid ofthe old furniture! The old loveseat is in the dining area, the chair is in the computer room, and the old corner table is in the guest bedroom. Mama put the stuff up on some website called "craigslist" and had people contact her about it, but nobody ever followed through. I think mama's gonna call some Army people (Salivation Army?) and see if they'll come get it.

Anyhoo, I can't think of anything else that's new, but if I do I'll grab mama by the hair and drag her away from the desk so I can tell ya'll all about it!

Where's the snow?

2006-11-27T18:38:00.000-05:00

Okay, I'm in Michigan and I was really really hoping it would be cold enough to snow here. Far from it, in fact today it was 54 degrees outside! It rained all day yesterday, and my paws got all muddy and wet and I'm just not pleased at all!
There does seem to be some hope, my mama went to her mama's house Saturday and her mama said it's supposed to get really cold Thursday and it might snow. Ha-rooooooo! I'll be sure to let you other dogs know if the snow comes, and I'll make mama take pictures too! Oh what I wouldn't give for some opposable thumbs right about now!

We went back to Michigan the day before the turkey feasting day, and like usual I just slept the whole way except for when mama stopped for her and my potty breaks. I ate half of mama's sandwich when she was in the building, it was a good sandwich. I don't think it was for me, but she left it laying out because she forgot about it. It had pig butt, cheese, deeeejon mustard, tomatoes, and onions on rosemary bread. I didn't eat the maters or onions though, I left those on the back seat for my mama to find. It was super yummy! Hey, I was starving! Mean old mama didn't feed me that morning because she didn't want me to get an upset tummy. Nevermind that I've never ever had an upset tummy. She seemed to think starving me for 10 hours was a good idea. Serves her right to lose half of her yummy sandwich!

Speaking of the turkey feasting day, that must only apply to humans. I sure didn't get no turkey feast! I didn't even get to smell any turkey, I had to stay home while my mama went to her grandmama's house. Something about the house already being full of dogs, and how one more (very furry) dog would be pushing the limits a bit. Apparently mama's grandmama has two little terrier dogs, plus mama's BIG brother would be there with his weimeraner and greyhound. No room for Poseidon. Hmph! I heard stories that mama's brother's greyhound was so scared of one of the little terrier dogs that he had to carry her into the house. Poor girl! Anyways, my mama brought home lots of leftovers from the turkey feasting day, but I didn't get any. My mama doesn't ever give me people food, just pumpkin or yogurt occasionally. How very dull! When you think about it, me eating her silly old sandwich in the car was way overdue!

There's been lots going on lately, today people came to the house and put new carpet in mama and daddy's old bedroom. They want the house to look it's best for when they sell it. I'm apparently never ever ever allowed to go in that room anymore, because the carpet is bright white and I almost always have dirty paws from going out the doggy door and working on my tunnel to Siberia. The guys putting in the carpet today said they were even afraid to install it because it's so white! I've been sniffing around the doors to the room, and it smells funny now. I've been assured that the room is completely empty, so there's nothing in there I could possibly want. It still smells funny though, and that means one of my routes to the dog door is gone. There's a big glass sliding door going from the bedroom to the enclosed porch, and I used to use that room as a shortcut. Now I have to go through the living room, through the kitchen and dining room, and then all the way to the other end of the enclosed porch to go outside. It's pretty darn inconvenient!
Mama also found out that under the old carpet was really really nice hardwood floors. She says if she'd known that she wouldn't have gotten carpet. Daddy didn't even know there was hardwood under there, because the old carpet was there when he bought the house. I would have liked the hardwood better, because then I would be allowed to go in there. Plus I like the sound of my nails clicking on the wood floor that we've got in the enclosed porch, so I know I would have liked it in the bedroom too. It's great for running around in at night when mama's sleeping. She can hear it really well and it keeps her awake when I've got the zoomies!

Oooooooooh! Mama ordered pizza and it just got here. I'm gonna go stare at her until she either gives me some or kicks me out of the room!

I'm electric, baby!

2006-11-22T08:35:00.000-05:00

Last night mama and daddy were sitting on the couch, and I was snoozing between the couch and the sofa. I decided to get up for a drink of water, and so I got up and streeeetched real good and proceeded to make my way out from between the two pieces of furniture. My nose touched the rowing maching (that's still sitting in the living room taking up valuable Sibe space) and I got shocked! I let out a big ol yelp and scared the humans because it was so loud. Daddy says "Oh, he got shocked" and mama asked me if I was okay......and THEN.....the rowing maching TURNED ON! All by itself! I didn't go anywhere near the control pad thingy, that was on the other end of the machine and above my head. It just turned on! So yeah, I'm an electric doggy!

Mama confused the heck out of me yesterday afternoon! She took the suitcase out of the closet and started packing clothes and stuff in it. This of course meant that I had to follow mama around and make sure I was never more than two feet away from her at any time. Can't have her leaving me behind, right? So everything progresses as it normally does; she loads stuff in the car, gets my bowls packed up, takes me for a quick potty walk and loads me in the car. I crash out in the back seat like I always do because I know it's a loooong drive to our old house. I heard mama's cell phone thingy ringing, but didn't really pay much attention to it. Next thing I know we're back at the new house again! Huh? What happened? Why are we back here? Apparently daddy called mama and suggested we stay one more day and go back on wednesday. Personally, if she wanted to take me for a car ride she didn't need to make excuses and pack up stuff to do it. Just put me in the car and take a cruise. Silly humans!

Upgraded to beta

2006-11-17T11:48:00.000-05:00

Well I changed my template, and then I decided to cross my fingers and switch to the new version. Just in case, I copied my template info to notepad in case the whole thing went *poof!* Well I'm glad I did because all of my links, chatbox, and my husky bloggers icon disappeared! It was an easy fix since I'd saved the info, just a matter of copying and pasting the info back. So far I don't notice many changes, so I can't say if all the "new blogger" hype has been worth it or not.

Edit: Holy hotdogs! My profile info somehow ended up below my links, and my chatbox is missing yet I can see the last thing entered in the cbox at the very top of my page! Must fix this, thankfully I saved a copy of the template!

Edit x2: Blogger won't accept my old template, gave me this message: " Your template could not be parsed as it is not well-formed. Please make sure all XML elements are closed properly.
XML error message: The content of elements must consist of well-formed character data or markup."

Uh.....come again? I'm NOT HAPPY!

Did I mention that the links are visible on my blog, yet I can't find them in the html code? I kid no not puparoos! What I'm gonna do is revert back to the classic template (aka "before updating the template to be compatible with beta") and delete the links there, then reupdate the template and add them again using beta's feature.

Crossing my paws!

Final Edit: Yippee! Everything's all fixed and looking good, harooooo!

Blogger is stupid! (Sorry Tubey, it needed to be said and you weren't around).

Baaaaad to the Bone!

2006-11-17T07:26:00.000-05:00

Bbbbbad! Oh yeah, that's me! Now that mama's recovered mostly from her tooth surgeon visit, I can get back on track to being a true husky!
Last night on my potty walk I was being sooo good, everytime mama stopped I turned and looked at her and sat so very gracefully without even being asked. Little did mama know that I was just biding my time for the right moment. I'd already sniffed her pockets, so I knew there weren't any of those tasty liver treats in any of them. I just had to wait for the right time.
Well, I was sniffin around a bush at the entrance to one of the buildings, and what appeared? A tiny brown terrier thing and his human! The tiny brown terrier thing was on a looooong leash, one of those flexi things that mama refuses to use because if I were to suddenly take off after a bird or something mama doesn't think she could keep hold of the silly plastic handle. Anyways, I saw the terrier thing and the terrier thing saw me and we both ran straight for each other! I think the terrier thing's human almost got pulled down the stairs, it took a long time for the human to get out the entrance. Mama had quite a struggle to get me close to her, cuz I was bouncing and jumping and pulling and wooing for all I was worth! I even ended up bouncing into mama and almost knocking her down!
Needless to say, mama was NOT pleased with me at this point. She managed to get hold of my collar and pull me away a few feet, and then she growled at me to "sit your furry little butt down right now!" She sounded serious, so I gave a few more woos and then sat down. Now, I know how long I've got to sit before mama gets annoyed, approximately 6 seconds between the "sit" and when I finally plop my butt on the ground. So I carefully counted to 6 and then very gracefully sat (while staring at the little brown terrier thing) and I wooed very quietly just to show mama that she's not the boss of me. I figured that since she supplies the food and walkies, that I should probably not push my luck toooooo much.

Speaking of food, I recently got put on some new food. I used to eat Canidae, and now mama's been feeding me Nutro Ultra. It's good stuff, but to be honest I'll eat anything. I'd probably even eat "crap in a bag" like Pedigree or Science Diet. I've got a cast iron stomach, nothing bothers me! But mama says I only get to eat "human grade food." I'm not sure what that means, cuz mama never gives me any of her food. I mean come on, I ate a sweatshirt a few weeks ago!

Ooooooh I hear my leash jingling, must be time for my morning walk! Woo at ya later!

Siberian World Domination

2006-11-16T10:05:00.000-05:00

Check this out! True Husky domination propoganda! Click on any of the pictures to go to the site.

If you can't read this last one, it says "Your honor student is merely a pawn in my Siberian Husky's world domination plot!

Ten Peeves that Dogs Have About Humans

2006-11-15T11:23:00.000-05:00

This was posted on Mama's favorite Boxer forum, and I decided that I needed to put it on my blog.

Ten Peeves that Dogs Have About Humans

1. Blaming your farts on me...not funny...not funny at all !!!
2. Yelling at me for barking.
I'M A FRIGGIN' DOG, YOU IDIOT!
3. Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out.
Exactly whose walk is this anyway?
4. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose. Stop it!
5. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew your stuff up when you're not home.
6. The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog!
Whoooo Hoooooooo what a proud moment for the top of the food chain.
7. Taking me to the vet for "the big snip", then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back!
8. Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered that handshake thing yet.
9. Dog sweaters. Hello ??? Haven't you noticed the fur?
10. How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth. You're just jealous.
Now lay off me on some of these things,
We both know who's boss here!!!
You don't see me picking up your poop do you ???

Anyhoo, things have been kind of boring here. Mama's feeling better, though the right side of her face is still swollen and sore. This means we're back to my normal walks, which is a good thing. Yesterday I was peeing on a bush and there was a dachsund to the right of me and my friend Cody to the left, and I didn't know who to woo at first! So I ended up just peeing and whimpering.
I just did some updating on my blog, added more blogs that I like and I also joined the Husky bloggers ring. I'd been meaning to do that stuff for a while, I just never got around to it.
Mama's thinking about creating a Husky forum if she gets the ambition. She loves the boxer forum she's addicted to, but thinks it'd be nice to have a Husky forum too. She's searched and searched online but hasn't found one anywhere! Can you believe it? As gorgeous as us Huskies are, and we don't have a forum? The one she did find had a horrible format and she didn't like it. So keep any eye out my Husky friends, mama might do it!

Mama's high....

2006-11-12T12:47:00.000-05:00

Yep, it's true. My mama's on nar-cot-ics. She's had this tooth that's been bothering her for more than a month and it finally got bad enough for her to go see a tooth doctor. She was hiding it from daddy cuz she didn't want to bother him, but finally she ended up crying like a little girl when they were sitting on the couch. He got mad that she didn't tell him about it sooner, and he gave her a lecture and made her go to the tooth doctor.

So last Wednesday she went to the tooth doctor and he told her that her wisdom tooth is all infected and needed to come out! They couldn't get a tooth surgeon to do it that day, so he gave mama some Vicodin to make her feel better until the next day. Let me tell ya, it's super easy to yank your human around when her legs are all wobbly and she can barely stand! The bad part was that mama didn't really take me for a walk, she just kinda walked outside and held the leash while I walked in a circle around her. I made lots of circles and got her really dizzy! Then when I was good and ready I pullllled and she almost fell on her face!

Then the next day she went to the tooth surgeon and he took that icky tooth out of my mama's mouth and gave her more nar-cot-ics and some anti-biot-ics to get rid of the infection. Mama's takin me for more walks now, because the tooth surgeon also gave her some pills for pain that don't make her all loopy. She saves the loopy pills for bedtime now. I think she's still taking the loopy pills more than she says she is though, cuz she cries for no reason at all now. Her and daddy will be sitting on the couch and she'll just start cryin for no good reason! Seriously, she doesn't even know why she's cryin, she just does it! I think maybe she's cryin cuz she lost some of her wisdom.

Mama's still got 2 more wisdom teeth that need to come out, but she decided not to get those taken out yet. Guess she needs all the wisdom she can get to deal with a husky! Woooo!

Driving her nuts!

2006-11-06T10:37:00.000-05:00

So I've been reading other Husky blogs a lot, and I realized I've become a failure. I don't drive my mama nearly crazy enough! In an effort to redeem myself to Huskykind, I've decided to start returning to Husky values.

Today on our morning walk I howled, bounced, and pulled in every direction. This had the effect of my mama mumbling under her breath about wanting to strangle me. Now, I know she's just talk and wouldn't actually strangle me, so I continued. I saw a little Yorkie and proceeded to woo at earsplitting volume when mama wouldn't let me pounce the little furball. This did not get the reaction I had hoped for. The Yorkie's human laughed at me! Of all things, she LAUGHED! However, I could see mama's face getting red though I couldn't tell if it was from frustration or embarassment.

I even forsake the liver treats that were in mama's pocket in order to be a true Husky! I completely ignored everything she said or did. If she said "watch me" I'd look the exact opposite direction. If she told me to sit I bounced off towards the nearest tree (or as close to it as I could get, stupid leash!).

It may not seem like much, but it's a start. I think tonight I'll "accidently" tip over a glass of wine with my tail. That'll show her I mean business!

On eating things....

2006-11-03T10:01:00.000-05:00

We all know how much huskies love to eat. For young pups, this could be anything. For us older fellows, we usually prefer to only eat yummy tasting things. I merged both when I decided to eat mama's brand new red sweatshirt while she went to the bank. I just couldn't help myself, the pocket smelled like liver! Mama was NOT happy, she even yelled at me! That wasn't nice, and I went and hid under the end table until she apologized. It didn't take her long cuz she felt really bad about it and all. Mama took pictures of the evidence, most likely for blackmail purposes. Notice I chewed up the inside AND the outside. I wanted liver!

When mama took me for my potty walk the next night, I had a really really hard time "going" (this is so embarassing to type about!) and then mama started to get scared. When she first looked at the shirt she thought she found all the pieces to it laying next to it. When we got back into the house after my walk she inspected the shirt again and found out there were more holes in the sweatshirt than there were pieces of fabric. She thinks I swallowed some pieces of fabric. She's been watching me like a hawk, and she put canola oil in my food yesterday morning (somebody told her that was a good idea. I liked the taste of it, so I'm not complaining). I thought she was gonna breakdance or something last night when I pooped, crazy lady. No sign of any sweatshirt pieces, but I'm pooping normally so mama's not quite so worried. She's still keeping an eye on me though. Mama got really scared because one of the members of her doggy forum (Boxer Dog Crazy) just had to have her beautiful boy sent over the bridge because he ate something he shouldn't have. You guys can read about Hugo on his page. As much fun as it is to chew on things, it's really not a good idea (hear that Macie and Malechai?) because it can do really bad things to you and it makes your people really really sad. Mama still cries everything she thinks about poor Hugo, and she's not sure if posting Hugo's story is in bad form or not, but she thinks it's good to get the word out about how dangerous eating things can be for us doggies. So pay attention and don't make your humans go through what Hugo's mama is going through.

I'm back!

2006-11-03T09:11:00.000-05:00

Awooooooooo! That's right friends, strangers, and everyone in between! Poseidon is back online! You'll all have to blame my stupid mama, me and her went to the old house for a month and had daddy's laptop and she forgot my login info! And then to top it all off, she was too busy "cleaning" and "painting" to bother having blogger send her the info! Can you believe that? A husky has needs you know, and this is one of them!

Anyways, I had a pretty good time at our old house. It even snowed on two different days! The first time, the snow stayed all night long! There wasn't very much of it, and it melted the next day, but I sure loved to lay in it when it was there! And then there was this guy that mama said came to measure the house for new carpets. He was nice and scratched my fluff a whole lot, but then he wasn't so nice and called me a lazybones. Hmph! Just because a dog likes to sleep doesn't make him a lazy bones. Mama didn't even stick up for me, she just told him that I mostly just lay around the house and sleep anyways. Um....hello lady, I'm not a young pup anymore!

So then we go back to our new house in Virginny and I got to see my daddy again! I love my daddy, he adopted me from the rescue place. That was really nice of him because the man that had me before I went to the rescue place wasn't very nice to me. Anyways, that's in the past and my daddy is great!

Have you other dogs ever had liver treats? I never had until mama went and bought me a great big tub of them! She didn't give me any until we got back to our new house though, because they're my outside training treats. I didn't have issues outside at our old house, just at the new house because there's so many dogs and people around and I want them all to pay attention to me! So mama got me these training treats as a reward for being a good boy. The problem is I never know when I'm gonna get one or not. Mama works me off of mainly hand signals, and her signal for "sit" is a closed fist. Well, I can never tell if mama has a treat in that hand or not! So sometimes I sit down real quick expecting a tasty piece of liver and I get nothin but a "good boy." That's nice to hear and all, but I can't help thinking I got cheated. I'm showing her who's boss though. Sometimes I'll pretend I don't hear her say "watch me" and just go about my Husky business sniffing and such. That way I can ignore those stupid hand signals and just keep having fun. The down side of that is that I don't get any liver at all if I do that! It's kind of troubling now that I think about it. Maybe ignoring her isn't such a good idea after all.

Mama took these pictures of me earlier in the week (with no liver treats) when she took me to the tennis courts. No dog park yet because the other humans told her that people patrol the parks regularly, and I don't have my Virginny license yet and the humans lost my rabies tag so I've got to get a new one.
It was a little warmer than I like it that day, mama said it was 72 degrees outside! All you other huskies know that that is just way unacceptable! I mean come on! Look at my coat! You don't ever see humans wearing their coats in the summertime! I had fun though, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much.

Mama took some other pictures that day that she really likes, and they do make me look quite gorgeous if I do say so myself (and I do)! Notice how nicely I'm sitting? That's because mama tricked me. I was almost sure that she had yummy liver treats in her hand, but it turns out I was wrong and my efforts were wasted. Oh well, maybe next time.
There's a gazebo thingy in between the two tennis courts, and mama thought they'd make a pretty picture so she had me pose with the gazebo.

Lots of dogs!

2006-09-27T08:45:00.000-05:00

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!

Just......Blah.

2006-09-22T08:00:00.000-05:00

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.

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.
A good doggy friend knows that what's mine is mine; and what's yours is probably also mine.
A good doggy friend is always up for a good pounce and lick.
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.
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!

.....Traveling.....

2006-09-18T10:07:00.000-05:00

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:

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.
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!
I'm a late riser. It's extremely rare for me to be awake before 11am. I need my rest!
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!
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).

Going on the long drive....

2006-09-16T00:26:00.000-05:00

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!

On Moving....

2006-09-14T11:56:00.000-05:00

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!

I've got a blog!

2006-09-13T17:34:00.000-05:00

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)....my 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!