Tuesday, May 27, 2008

A visitor and a missed meal

Well, I just had a fun few days. Harem member #1 came to visit for FIVE WHOLE DAYS of petting and adoring me. AND she and mommy took me to the mountain on sunday to chill at the tamtams.

The Tamtams, to those who are not from around here, are a big, semi-spontaneous, semi-traditional gathering of noisy humans who make lots of noise on big drums (I'm more or less thrilled about this part, but mommy doesn't take me too close to the noise) and smoke strange-smelling stuff (well, some of them do, mommy doesn't) and dance and generally have fun. There's also, a little higher up, a place where strange people dress up and hit each other with foam swords. Since it's quieter, less smelling of strange smoked stuff and very amusing to watch, this is where mommy takes me. I like it there because it's A) outside and B) full of people who just want to pet me and adore me. Including little girls. I LOVE little girls. They're the best petters. Little boys are ok too, but what can I say, I'm a ladies' man, I always prefer girls, given the option.

So everything was going well, mommy and harem member #1 were sitting in the shade watching people hit each other with foam swords and commenting on the battle, when I spotted something small moving towards me. Now generally, I consider small animals, with the exception of small dogs, food. So naturally, what I'm seeing moving towards me is a meal. Mommy, who has my leash around my waist, turns around, a little annoyed that I've gotten up and wanting to see what's interesting me. What SHE sees is a turtle with, as she puts it, a death wish. She grabs tighter at my leash, but she's sitting on the ground and I am a strong sled dog with a mission to eat turtle. I managed to knock her on her back and step on her a few times before I stopped, waiting for the turtle, who's headed towards me at a speed mommy didn't consider possible for turtles, to simply hop into my mouth. Finally the guy who owns the turtle decides to be proactive about keeping his pet alive and goes to pick it up. Now why he had decided to bring his turtle to a gathering of 300+ people where there ARE dogs who are off leash (lucky dogs whose owners are less suspicious of their ability to stay than mommy is of mine) and where people are not expecting a turtle is an interesting question which was never answered. Mommy says it has something to do with the guy not being a knife and therefore him not being too sharp. I just know that now I had Mommy on the ground clinging to my collar, people laughing their heads off (Harem member #1 included) and a dude holding a turtle up to my face. Being a polite dog, I try not to snarf food that is held out to me. So I didn't move fast enough when he put the turtle in my face and I, gratefully, tried to take a delicate bite out of the head. The head disappeared, mommy yanked me away (or tried to) and the guy finally decided that he wasn't going to give me the turtle. I was sad. I perked up a little when the guy put the turtle back down and it tried to come see me again, but Mommy distracted me a bit with a toy and the guy got the point and picked up his turtle. I'm rather disappointed, it smelled very good.

Apparently this turtle has already been attacked by a dog. Mommy says that it has no survival instincts. Harem member #1 just told her to look at who owned the turtle, to consider what that turtle's life must be like and then to draw her own conclusions about the turtle's will to live. I just think that I should have been faster.

Speaking of food, I think it's Manger time and mommy's late with my food...

Wednesday, May 21, 2008


Well, Mommy was inspired by Nanook and Pooka's mommy and decided that since summer is here and I can't pull a sled, it's time to make me do other things. I was going to object, but there was cheese and clawing involved and anything that involves cheese and clawing can't be that bad. If you go and see the aforementioned blog, you'll see that Nanook's mommy is teaching Nanook "target", which means bumping his nose against a paper in exchange for treats. Now officially, I know how to bump things with my nose. I just don't because hello, it's my nose. My cute, little nose. So Mommy decided to take a different approach. Since I "talk" a lot with my paws and I know "papatte" and "other papatte" very well, she decided that she would now teach me to hit things. So, she took out my favourite toy that I'm only allowed to have on special occasions at the dogrun when no one else is there, got some cheese and set to work teaching me how to claw my toy in all kinds of situations. She calls this "Frappe" (hit it). She thought the toy would motivate me, and it did. Unfortunately for her, the toy is a small target and I'm used to pawing HER when I want attention. So now her arms are all clawed up, because I can do this nifty digging my claws in like a cat thing. I did very well. Later, she switched to a container lid, which is better for practice and that she can use as a shield. Wuss. But thank you Nanook's mommy for encouraging her to start working with me again! The more cheese I get, the happier I am!

Apart from this, we got some sort of bad news, today. The house sold, after only three days on the market. This sounds like a good thing until you realise that we are tenants, not owners. The landlady, who lived downstairs, died in December and her family have been dealing with the property. We have another year here, but then we'll have to leave because the new landlord wants to move his father in upstairs, where we are. And he started asking if I bark and examining the lease to see if I was really allowed to be living her. Which made Mommy really panic, even though I am legally allowed to stay here. Now there's the whole question of where we're moving to and if we're going to be staying with Granny and Granddaddy or not... Mommy's pretty upset. I've been trying to calm her down with licks and good behaviour and many, many cuddles. I'm trying very hard to resist the urge to steal the covers again tonight (to lie on, not under), too. Maybe more clawing would be in order?

Anyway, that's my news for now!
Thanks again, Nanook's mom, for being an inspiration for me getting more cheese and clawing things

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Still rattling around

Sorry I haven't posted much recently, not much interesting has happened for a while. There's no more snow and it's progressively getting hotter, which makes granny happy, but mommy and I a little sad.

Because I'm bored, I'm going to fill out this quiz thing I've seen rattling around a few blogs. Maybe it'll help you guys to know me better, and it'll be fun to do. I stole it from Huffle's blog, but I've seen it a few other places and hopefully he won't mind.

1. Your age? 2 and 1/2 yearss old

2. Your age when came to live with your people? 14 months

3. What color is the collar you’re wearing right now? I don't wear a collar in the house, but the one I use when I go places is black with red, green and yellow chili peppers on it.

4. Who is your favorite person other than the people you live with? Any of my harem members.

5. How much do you weigh? 75lbs, last time I checked

6. Most expensive thing you’ve ever chewed up? Um... Everything I've ever chewed up here was hand made. I guess the doll my mommy's great-granny made was the thing that got me into the most trouble, though.

7. Do you like cats? Yes, of course! But mommy thinks that if one was running around, I might hurt it. I've lived with cats before, or so Mommy was told, but she doesn't really trust me.

8. Who is your best non-human friend? Hmmm... Vaks the husky x lab. He's GOD. I so want him to love me and play with me and run around with me, but he always ignores me. This makes me sad. Otherwise I have quite a few friends at the dogrun who I play with regularly.

9. Squeaky Toys or Tennis Balls? Squeaky toys! I LOVE squeaky toys. But I'm not allowed to have any because Granny hates the squeak and I destroy them too fast.

10. Do you like to be brushed? When I'm shedding, yes. Generally if it means that I'm getting loves and attention, I will sit through anything.

11. Peanut Butter or Cheese? Cheese! Mommy says I'd sell my soul for cheese and I probably would.

12. Do your people cut your toenails? Yes. But generally mommy does this while I'm getting petted and loved on, so I barely notice. I like being fawned over, it's my job in life, apart from pulling the sled.

13. Any formal education? I attended at least one obedience class. I don't remember if I did in my former home, but Mommy took me to a class here where I got to play with a baby jack russel and terrorize a poor daschund. She was just intimidated by my size, don't worry, I wasn't mean to her. I did very well, which surprised the teacher and made her say I must not be a pure husky.

14. Couch potato or Energizer Bunny? In the house, I'm calm until after supper, when it's time to go Marcher. Outside, I zoom a lot.

15. Five nicknames your people call you. Loulou, Wookie, Husky, Bebe, imbecile.

16. What is your best trick? Papatte, other papatte. If I do that, it goes faster to put the harness on. Other than that, left, right... I don't do tricks that have no purpose.

17. Do you like puppies? Um.... Depends on the puppy. Mommy says I can be a bit of a bully, sometimes. But I'm really, really nice with some puppies and i roll over on my back and let them bounce all over me.

18. What did you have for breakfast? Ground beef, today, and a carrot. I'm raw fed, so every day is something different. I've been getting ground beef a lot recently, though, I'm starting to be sick of it.

19. Can you hunt (aka have you ever killed anything living)? If so, what?
I am the master hunter! I caught and killed a wild baby bunny, once. And I almost caught a skunk, but it was mean and sprayed me and that was not fun.

20. When & why was the last time you went to the V.E.T.? Um... A few months ago, I think. It was for a general check up and vaccines.

21. Where do you sleep at night? On my rug next to Mommy's bed, sometimes IN mommy's bed, sometimes other places in the house. But mostly next to mommy, somewhere.

22. Do you like to swim? Not really.

23. Can you make puppies? I'll have to ask mommy.... No. Apparently I can't.

24. Your favorite place to visit? Hmmm, decisions decisions... The dogrun, then the mountain, then the good-smelling dogfood store, in that order.

25. Do you give kisses? Yes! Sometimes. When I feel like it.

26. Can you potty on command? No, why would I do that? As I said, I don't do things that are pointless to me.

27. To Cuz or not to Cuz?
CUZ! I love cuzes. But I can only have mine at the dogrun if there are no other dogs. It's a special treat.

So that's it, folks... You can also ask me questions, if you want, and I'll answer them...
Until next time,