Sunday, June 29, 2008


I've been tagged by the amazing Queen Meeshka in a very fun game. It's my first official tag, so I'm kinda excited about it. Here are the rules:

1. Copy the question and paste it into your post.
2. Answer it - and give a few reasons for why you think you'd be that breed or breeds.
3. Post these rules!
4. Tag ONE other blogger. If there are multiple pups within the same pack/blog, each pup should only respond when he or she is tagged. One at a time!
5. Most importantly, HAVE FUN!

Based on your pup-onality, if you were a breed other than the one or ones you are now ... what would you be?

Hmmm. I've been giving this a lot of thought. It's very hard to decide what other breed I'd like to be because there are a lot of very cool breeds out there and because I love being a husky so much. I've finally decided, though, and please don't laugh too hard.

I would be a standard poodle.

Why? Because standard poodles can still mush and can mush well, because they're very smart (like me), because they're noble (like me), because they love to get fawned over (like me), because they often get mistaken for girls even when they're boys (what can I say, I have a girl's name, apparently), they're elegant (like me), because they're playful and friendly and cool (like me) and because they can get shaved in the summer with no ill effects and don't die in this stupid heat like I do. Ok, so that last one is why I'd WANT to be a poodle not why I would be based on personality, but whatever. I have a few friend poodles and they're all pretty cool. Besides, mommy thinks they're cute and she thinks I'm cute(r), so that's another reason to be a poodle.

Now I have to tag someone. I think I'll tag fellow Montreal-dog Sophie!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Not sure I like this

Mommy has strange ideas, sometimes.

Her newest plan involves me, which makes me a little suspicious. She was reading some posts on a dog forum she's on and someone was asking who's going to be signing up for the Canine Good Citizen test in August given by guides canins. She perused the information and has decided that I'm a good enough dog (as if there was any doubt) and that I could probably pass it, with a little practice. I need to work on test 4 (out for a walk) because usually she lets me walk ahead as long as I'm not pulling to hard and she just tells me left, right or "tout droit" (straight) as if I was pulling the sled. I can do it if asked nicely, though, as I've demonstrated in practice. The only test that she's sure I'm going to fail and that we have to practice intsensely is test 8 (meeting another dog) because I always want to go say hello. What can I say, I'm curious and friendly.

The rest, apparently, I will pass without problems. Especially the grooming part. I love when people pay attention to me! I don't like it when strangers pinch between my toes, though. This happened to me once. I was a little upset, so I gave mommy the "martyr look", as the vet calls it. But I let her do it.

Have any of you guys passed your CGC? Was it hard? did you practice lots and lots?

Louka who doesn't want to have to obey.

Monday, June 9, 2008


Today Mommy came home with a noisy white thing that looks, as granny says "like R2D2", whatever that means. All I know is that it makes a lot of noise, but suddenly my lair, or Mommy's Room, as most people call it, is lot cooler than the rest of the house. It's 27 degrees Celcius and crushing humidity, so this is a welcome development.

Happy woos,

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Three words

Portable air-conditioner.

I want one.

I want one bad.

Someone save me from the heat.


Monday, June 2, 2008

Booming and impending doom

Today was not a good day. First of all, mommy was holding the stupid snake and I was locked out. It's bad enough that I have to go sulk with mommy in the mornings because the stupid bird is out with granny and I can't go into the kitchen and see if there's cheese to be had, now mommy, MY mommy, was holding the stupid snake. And worse, mommy is going to get a second snake. I'm not pleased.

Then I heard mommy on the phone, talking with someone. This isn't a rare occurrence in and of itself, but I heard the words "heartworm preventive treatment", "Louka" and "appointment" all mentioned within a short space of time. This is never good. Then mommy, laughing, tells me that we're going to the vet's tomorrow for a blood test before she can put me on preventives against nasty bugs. I'm not thrilled, even tough the vet-ladies are nice and pet me and give me treats. Sticking me with needles and stealing my blood is not nice. Not nice at all.

That wouldn't have been so bad, but then it started booming! There was all this rumbling and loud noises... It was a storm (with a small s)! I was having a hard time finding a lair to hide in, so mommy kindly cleared out her closet for me ans put covers down. Instant lair. I'm dictating this for her from inside this lair and I'm not coming out until I get cheese or the booming stops, whichever comes first!