tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24049604157018139922024-03-05T10:21:46.804-05:00Louka's lifeAnecdotes from the life of a siberian husky in canadaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-7796254032545296162011-02-02T23:32:00.003-05:002011-02-03T00:04:17.947-05:00National shameI am dreadfully sorry for not being a better blogging husky. I don't really have an excuse for it apart from saying that I'm just not a good blogging husky.<br /><br />Anyway, today I kinda wish I didn't have anything to blog about. I wish it was just life as usual. But it isn't. Today I really feel the need to share Canada's shame.<br /><br />I was wondering why, a few days ago, Mommy started being really cuddly with me and telling me what a good boy I was. I thought that this was maybe just because she was starting to feel bad about making me eat kibble again, putting booties on me and then, horror of horrors, taking me to the vet. But I realised pretty quick that it was more than that and I did some digging. And what I found shocked me.<br /><br />So you guys probably all know that Vancouver, which is somewhere far away but still in Canada where Granny goes often, hosted this big game thing called the Olympics. Mommy was all excited about it and proud that Canada was hosting. There were all kinds of jobs and stuff created around that to make all the thousands of humans going there happy. One of the tourist attractions were sled dog rides, where pretty sled dogs pulled tourists around on sleds. Sounds like fun, right? The tourists are happy, the dogs are happy working for our stupid humans running around and pulling sleds... Note that their job was "running around and pulling sleds", not "making stupid humans lots and lots of money".<br /><br />Well apparently the stupid humans thought that the dogs' job was that second one. So now, over 100 of those pretty, loyal, happy sled dogs are dead. These were not even "humane" vet killings. I am not a husky who loves vets, but these ones at least had morals. They refused to be involved because the dogs were young and healthy. So the owners went ahead using horrible methods to kill the dogs, then buried them in a common grave as if they hadn't loyally done their jobs to the end.<br /><br />We are a nation shamed. How Canada could allow this to happen without punishing those responsible is beyond this husky's understanding.<br /><br />Please hold these poor dogs in your prayers or light a candle for them or at least observe a moment of silence. Some people have tried to start a facebook movement of replacing your profile picture by one of a sled dog (if it isn't already one). Please don't stay silent about this. Remember them. Hold them in your hearts.<br /><br />And don't let Canada have olympic winter games ever again.<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-19463802012607121442010-03-27T00:51:00.002-04:002010-03-27T01:00:09.696-04:00SupervisingI'm sorry I haven't blogged a lot recently. Apparently mommy's lecturers at the big bad place that usually steals her away are on strike, which means that I have been terribly busy following her around the house making sure she's staying home. And I guard her while she sleeps. And right now, I've been supervising more sewing and knitting projects. She currently has a new blanket on the floor, all kinds of pretty colours. It's what's called a granny square blanket, so I'm assuming that it is for granny, even though she is not square. I am supervising from the couch, a rare luxury since granny doesn't want me up here. I was a very good, patient boy all day, though, so Mommy's letting me sleep there while she works. Whenever she gets up to rearrange squares and then pick them up for joining, I give my approval on her colour matches. It is a lot of fun.<br /><br />Now what do I do while mommy's at the big bad university place, usually? Well I supervise my quilter granny, even when she's using the noisy innova machine. Soon you will get an idea of how well I work, but how will you know? It's a surprise!<br />Louka who is now tired from his hard work.Loukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-54478037873446844032010-03-16T02:35:00.003-04:002010-03-16T02:38:15.801-04:00Spring woesSpring has unfortunately arrived. My nice schnee is no more. I am enjoying all the new scents and the glorious mud, though. I've been digging, rolling, splashing... Mommy did not approve. I had to go through the indignity of a bath and since I have not shed my undercoat yet, all my nice fluffiness was wet of hours. And then even worse, Auntique chased me off her nice soft white wool rug.<br /><br />Anyone else going through winter withdrawal?<br /><br />Woos,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-46881851242174485572010-03-04T11:06:00.002-05:002010-03-04T11:09:35.713-05:00Hockey nightI am a sports-loving dog unless I'm doing them or unless there are horses involved. I love horses, even just on tv, I could stare at them for hours. But they never want to play with me. Anyway, this is why I never understand this whole Hockey thing. Lots of people come over, there's screaming sometimes to the point that Mommy has no voice for a week and there is lots of cheese that I don't get to have any of! What is this! Last weekend I got really scared because Mommy was shrieking and all the guys were screaming and I was accidentally locked in our room and I couldn't go and save her! And then I found out it's just Hockey. She hasn't been able to talk since. This is my revenge.<br />Anyone else have to deal with this?<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-90647303218684519242010-02-22T11:14:00.004-05:002010-02-22T11:17:25.156-05:00Yay!Great news! All four dogs were found safe and sound (a little freaked out, but it's to be expected), tied to trees in a parc. The people who found them called the SPCA who took photos and sent them to the owners who confirmed that yes, those were their puppies! The car is still at large, but they more or less care now that their beloved doggies are home!<br /><br />Here's the message I got: "DOGS WERE FOUND !!!! THANK YOU to everyone for all your good wishes, help & positive thoughts!!! So someone called the SPCA when they saw the dogs tied in a park somewhere in Montreal. The SPCA went to get them and had their pictures in hand, and knows all their names, and they have been fed and watered and tucked in for the night!"<br /><br />There is much rejoicing!<br />Very happy woos,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-19010158266907671402010-02-22T00:48:00.008-05:002010-02-22T00:55:14.662-05:00Just in caseI know not many people read my blog and fewer are in Canada, but just in case. I know I would freak if someone stole me from mommy! Some mean human took off with a truck that belonged to three humans and their dogs coming back from a flyball competition. Unfortunately, the dogs were still in the truck. This is why she never leaves me alone in the car, you never know...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/8995/chiensvols.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 447px;" src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/8995/chiensvols.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Their names are Trek (Border collie, top left), Tronic (border collie, bottom right), Zoom (JRT, top right) and River (bottom left, I'm not sure what breed).<br /><br />Try and get the word out, we hope these puppies find their way home soon!<br />Louka who is very happy to be snuggled down with his mommy on the futon and not stolen somewhere.Loukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-52467045383255569802010-02-20T22:40:00.006-05:002010-02-20T22:48:52.883-05:00Pictures!Someone just sent us some pictures of the night I talked about last post.<br /><br />I am not looking that scared I swear.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY27vMROER2rJ4YXkVHlXcadYZiAaSeqnpCDRnlHhL3bMl9-x9asyhAVzGv1k8TYg_9Y189Rb5xfW-BvvVI_VW01n_Jb3IwfUOy-L0emnxtmhukpneAHcNXlVQSQKEyNhkJzKGHzEgrOQW/s1600-h/Louka!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY27vMROER2rJ4YXkVHlXcadYZiAaSeqnpCDRnlHhL3bMl9-x9asyhAVzGv1k8TYg_9Y189Rb5xfW-BvvVI_VW01n_Jb3IwfUOy-L0emnxtmhukpneAHcNXlVQSQKEyNhkJzKGHzEgrOQW/s320/Louka!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440537277747826898" border="0" /></a>Now give me the treat so that I remember not to be scared! I am a good boy! Watch me not look at the scary dog!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ8opGIPceB1Y7PI76HTstKh30MonmG9kQuDILpeRBmX_RXD1TFwEtzqq2oGNwH6yEo7dcm90VAxmIc4Ee5ppqYMseptCfMWumF5fEhYOPdjvHPs-LbYoCfKzeKL1PZyPu1Mf2sFEbw1e/s1600-h/Louka!!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ8opGIPceB1Y7PI76HTstKh30MonmG9kQuDILpeRBmX_RXD1TFwEtzqq2oGNwH6yEo7dcm90VAxmIc4Ee5ppqYMseptCfMWumF5fEhYOPdjvHPs-LbYoCfKzeKL1PZyPu1Mf2sFEbw1e/s320/Louka!!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440537672743496786" border="0" /></a>This is the dog that was scaring me. Notice how big he is. If you see the very pink person in the background, that's mommy and the curly tail you see is me trying to run away from the scary dog. And wanting to play with Vega. Because she's a real nice lady-dog.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfd-LW_628YjUGrWYY-uLTNAdozU8BAZxzSbhu97-BKmyF2PyPgfHhBALVLYREbjhPq8VzmNBgGob7rKXMT7TkmH7D903jNbvIA8uYOEUnj3rxvelU5nochgVx9jJAdSmG9GMOGxVTn35/s1600-h/RdSParty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfd-LW_628YjUGrWYY-uLTNAdozU8BAZxzSbhu97-BKmyF2PyPgfHhBALVLYREbjhPq8VzmNBgGob7rKXMT7TkmH7D903jNbvIA8uYOEUnj3rxvelU5nochgVx9jJAdSmG9GMOGxVTn35/s320/RdSParty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538268275601778" border="0" /></a>So Mommy thinks it was a fun night. I am not so sure. But we did good and mommy won a chance to have a portrait of me made in an auction, so soon you sill see my portrait, like as if I'm a real star!<br />Woos,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-58359953669144315392010-02-13T22:41:00.002-05:002010-02-13T23:26:26.717-05:00Traumatised For a CauseI have never been so upset in my life. Mommy firstly ABANDONED me forever to go and play with Harem member #1 (although mommy swears it was work), then she comes home and I'm happy, because mommy is home, right? Then she takes out bags. Uh-oh. Uh-oh! That means she,s going to leave again! But then my squeak-toys came out! And the leash! Yay! Walkies! And playing with squeak toys! I never get to play with my squeak toys! Something about breaking them and squeaking being annoying...<br /><br />Anyway, I'm all happy about a walk and then what does she do? She walks me to the car! Already, I was not too thrilled. But then she brings me into this HUUUUUUUGE room filled with strange doggies and everything smelled of doggy and it was just overwhelming! It was ok at first, but then there was this really ginormous great dane who was not fixed and he was really scary! I don't like males who are not fixed. They smell funny. And this one smelled like he was going to eat me! I was very terrified, so I hid behind Mommy and under tables for the rest of the evening, except when people petted me (I hid next to them, leaning into the petting), when people gave me treats (Vega's owner is the best! Vega the tervueren is the prettiest and her owner has the nicest treats!) or when mommy played squeak-toy with me.<br /><br />The worst was that she tried to make me do agility! I know huskies are supposed to be good at jumping fences, but I don't want to! I don't care how low those fences are! I am not going to jump them, there is no point. I ill go around. Unless forced, lured by treats and dragged by a leash. And even then I will whine and complain. The A-frame was better, but I draw the line after that. Climbing is all I'll do. Honestly. It's ok for Vega to do it, she's not a husky. Her breed likes obeying and listening. And she was good! She disobeyed to come and play with me a few times, though. Because I'm just that irresistible.<br /><br />Anyway, the suffering was worth it. That little party raised a good amount of money for our favourite shelter, <a href="http://www.petfinder.com/shelters/sasha.html">Sasha's den rescue</a>. Here, in a province where animals have virtually no rights, considering our animal "protection" laws are over a century old and where puppy mills operate virtually unopposed, shelters, especially ones that are too small to get government grants (what little grants are given, that is), barely scrape by. If a fundraising activity raises more than 1000$ canadian, it's considered a windfall, a blessing from above. We managed to raise over that amount, so I guess all that being scared was worth it. Now doggies like deaf little Moo-moo the boston terrier that has made Mommy start perhaps liking BTs, Jake the pointer I didn't really like and Theo the husky mix will be able to find loving homes.<br />Please give, if you can, in any way you can, to shelters. They need you desperately. I know this from experience.<br />Grateful woos from his comfy futon, not from his former cage at the pound,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-72742338104366417342010-02-11T19:06:00.002-05:002010-02-11T19:13:17.552-05:00A word from MommyHi, Louka's mommy speaking. I've bribed Louka with cuddles and sledding to convince him to let me take over the blog for the day.<br /><br />I'm heartbroken, right now. There was a seizure of about 100 huskies a few hours north from here and they're now at the montreal SPCA's emergency shelter, in limbo, waiting for their court date to see if their owner gets to keep them or not. Since the seizure happened a few months ago (in November, I think), they're starting to run out of volunteers to help socialise and care for the dogs. They also are running low on supplies and are calling for donations. Despite midterms coming up, I am going to volunteer a bit next week. I'm encouraging anyone else in the Montreal area to do so or to donate bleach, newspaper (that's easy, right?), rags, money or anything on their wishlist to the SPCA e-shelter.<br /><br />For more info email: <span class="email">spca.emergencyshelter@gmail.com<br /><br />Thank you so much.<br />Margot, Louka's mommy.<br /></span>Loukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-39710310826348981942010-02-08T02:01:00.006-05:002010-02-08T02:22:24.185-05:00What I have been up to.Mommy has been developing a small sideline and I have been helping her a lot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohf6mbwQiWVceTetkBvh1vt0JexcoNkwoGW1SKiuszHarcWmWp5kPjZqwyt9NMboXCrnSDZJVzDNYoGeUhILVzKEksVa5MX6vN5mm93HEmVAedhQTgtsypo9rWmD0qvFndCpgEyFDnhdJ/s1600-h/wookie+assisstant.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohf6mbwQiWVceTetkBvh1vt0JexcoNkwoGW1SKiuszHarcWmWp5kPjZqwyt9NMboXCrnSDZJVzDNYoGeUhILVzKEksVa5MX6vN5mm93HEmVAedhQTgtsypo9rWmD0qvFndCpgEyFDnhdJ/s320/wookie+assisstant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435765561254545810" border="0" /></a><br />The first try was this, inspired by me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CQZ2LFCMLW0-_fGZubrjUNpNPTdHfw3fAoE_Ihlh6sN0jW9xAgGNiaekuYi9SbTWkRDW3yiehrteK8Aih_ds_XR_egrw5rQbhQSeF9Y2BM2M6v_3TAjtgkh7Zxcx-MWJroz0D__nnTq7/s1600-h/P1000810.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CQZ2LFCMLW0-_fGZubrjUNpNPTdHfw3fAoE_Ihlh6sN0jW9xAgGNiaekuYi9SbTWkRDW3yiehrteK8Aih_ds_XR_egrw5rQbhQSeF9Y2BM2M6v_3TAjtgkh7Zxcx-MWJroz0D__nnTq7/s320/P1000810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435766128494328674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then, horror of horrors, a hoodie of such an ugly colour that I'm colour blind and I know it's bad. See those glowing eyes? That's my retinas burning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2T1CL1hIMMK-FR2sHjBFHK6SJoA5R5OE2wj5lSbCA07obBomgTVYoLuWKKKON54eGchlaOGqshyCQ10eMxvfAc6WqK_YObIRAnNYS8Pfcy7BHiQheYLqetEzSrjGjkqspaZuVcAoBcMG/s1600-h/P1000816.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2T1CL1hIMMK-FR2sHjBFHK6SJoA5R5OE2wj5lSbCA07obBomgTVYoLuWKKKON54eGchlaOGqshyCQ10eMxvfAc6WqK_YObIRAnNYS8Pfcy7BHiQheYLqetEzSrjGjkqspaZuVcAoBcMG/s320/P1000816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435766721682192946" border="0" /></a><br />Now she's branched into all kinds of commissions. But I always supervise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-nP33Fy_npe7yNP607ZSwKw8aE_sbolGu8USGEb5Rdw92eC4BaH-CN8lKI6iWUlxSEaOboE0g119z63ELnP5XlWTeJNO2dsvAlTvI2-BziEQMUTIqwOzn4lewi7m-yvF_GvfagLznC6Y/s1600-h/P1000830.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-nP33Fy_npe7yNP607ZSwKw8aE_sbolGu8USGEb5Rdw92eC4BaH-CN8lKI6iWUlxSEaOboE0g119z63ELnP5XlWTeJNO2dsvAlTvI2-BziEQMUTIqwOzn4lewi7m-yvF_GvfagLznC6Y/s320/P1000830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435767883243413458" border="0" /></a>It's very, very hard work. I think I need a nap now. This is why I have not been posting. Work, work, work.<br />Woos,<br />Louka.Loukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-90767507513035987632010-01-17T16:15:00.002-05:002010-01-17T16:17:23.586-05:00A messageI always have a lot to say, especially when Harem member #1 comes over and she, Mommy and auntique all start chatting with me in husky. Mommy finally filmed me. So here's my message. The extra gibberish is them harmonizing and the annoying voice talking at the beginning and end is Mommy. You can hear the birdies that I want to eat also adding their two cents with their evil screeches.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FD4NAH9KLY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FD4NAH9KLY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-26530305198197737762010-01-04T16:05:00.002-05:002010-01-04T16:09:39.194-05:00Penelope, Husky of EvilSomeone posted this on a husky forum I'm a part of. It's hilarious and<br />makes Mommy thank my lucky stars that I'm not an overly smart husky, meaning<br />that I'm just bright enough to be very obedient and manage to learn<br />tricks, but not smart enough to need mental stimulation constantly without which I destroy the house. I disagree with this assessment. I am a very smart husky. I'm just lazy. I live to be spoiled and if I'm bad, the spoiling stops.<br /><br />Without further ado, the story of Pénélope, the French Husky. Just to<br />prove to you that husky owners are NUTS. This story is written and by ans property of Sophie, Penny and Princess's owner, so please don't use it or reproduce it elsewhere without permission. Mommy translated it with Sophie's permission to post it here, so if there are a few weird turns of phrase, it's just because the translation is a little off.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why having just one husky is a bad idea</span><br /><br />I totally fell in love with Penelope the first time I saw her. I knew<br />that huskies were dogs that didn't do well being left alone and I had<br />already had a husky when I was young, Kim. She hated being left alone,<br />but had never really done any bad things, mostly because she was never<br />alone. We had another dog and my mother was always home.<br /><br />So a beautiful Sunday in June, I adopted Penelope. Even if I had<br />already had a husky, I had never imagined the problems of having just<br />one, solitary husky could cause. No, I am not a pensioner and I do<br />have to work to pay for the dog food. I should have wondered at least<br />a bit. Penelope had already been abandoned four times in her two years<br />of life.<br /><br />Monday, I went to work, slightly apprehensive. I naively told myself<br />that if I put everything away and picked up after myself well, the<br />risks of trouble were slim. For those who own huskies, you know that<br />this was a terrible mistake.<br /><br />I get home that first day and I've barely opened the door when I step<br />in the nice, fragrant present she had left me right behind the door,<br />then I almost slip and kill myself in the puddle she left a little<br />farther. I enter the house proper and realise that all my curtains are<br />now... Well, curtains. On the ground. And in pieces.<br /><br />I tell myself it's not too bad, it's the first day and she'll get used<br />to it. Hahahaha.<br /><br />The next day, I go back to work and I barely make it there when I get<br />a phone call from a lady calling to tell me that she's found my dog.<br />So I leave work. Penelope managed to open the door's window and<br />decided to go exploring. The next day, I tell myself that since she<br />managed to open the door's window, I'll just close the shutters and<br />that way, she won't be able to get out. Well, she somehow managed to<br />open the door's window, then gnawed just enough of the shutter's slats<br />away so that she could go out. So I decide to solve this problem by<br />reversing the handle of the door's window so that she couldn't just<br />press it open anymore. So she decided to go out the other windows.<br />Same operation for the window handles. This worked up until she<br />figured out how to open them by lifting the handles.<br /><br />After the escapes, the pranks (on days where there were escapes, there<br />was no husky amusement in the house)!<br /><br />The kibble: Penny never finished her plate. To amuse herself, she'd<br />hide her kibble all over the house, mainly behind the couch cushions,<br />but also in the VCR. We decided to no longer leave her bowl out, so<br />she decided to go help herself directly in the bag.<br /><br />The fridge: Penny finally figured out how to open the fridge. She<br />would steal food and instead of eating it, she would do as she did<br />with her kibble and hide it for later. We found:<br />- One Camembert cheese unwrapped and hidden in our bed, under the comforter.<br />- One chicken, minus a leg, hidden in a cupboard that she had<br />carefully emptied before to hide her booty.<br />- One stick of butter that disappeared in the middle of august and was<br />found several weeks later in a suitcase.<br />- Many different food items hidden behind the couch cushions.<br /><br />I decided to "husky proof" the fridge by wrapping a strong cable<br />around it to keep her from opening the door. I come home to find the<br />fridge in the middle of the room (you know, just in case there was a<br />door behind it) and the joint torn off (just in case she could reach<br />food through this hole).<br /><br />Since we had an unused room, we decided to lock Penny in there while<br />we were gone, hoping to contain the damage. Well, they were contained,<br />but more concentrated! The sofa's covering was turned into lace and<br />the foam cushions into swiss cheese. She made a huge hole in the wall<br />and of course, her water was always upturned.<br /><br />One day, she tore all the electrical outlets out of the wall. That's<br />the day I really flipped out, since she could have electrocuted<br />herself. I put her on anti-anxiety drugs with, of course, no effect.<br /><br />One day, she managed to make the TV fall. She has the habit of<br />climbing on top of the TV to look out the window. She must have fallen<br />behind it (the TV is in a corner) and the only way to get out was to<br />push it over.<br /><br />So I resigned myself to at least an hour of cleaning up a night after work.<br /><br />Then, being a crazy husky person, I decided that what she needed was a<br />friend. So we got her Princess and since then, oh miracle of miracles,<br />(almost) no more pranks!<br /><br />Wooo! Isn't Penny great?<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-55784383747185456202010-01-02T22:46:00.005-05:002010-01-02T22:55:06.450-05:00Fur wheel drive is fixed!Haroo!<br />I am very happy. I haven't had to wear the booties in a week. Well, I lie. I had to wear one bootie until yesterday, but my pretty papattes are all better now! Mommy decided to try making absolutely sure that I don't even get a scrap of food I'm allergic to, because people sometimes give me a little chicken or egg if they don't want to waste it even if it'll do bad things to my skin, adding more oil to my diet which I am not AT ALL complaining about because I like the greasy stuff and giving me a spaw treatment before we go outside. She got this stuff I don't really like called "Paw protector" cream that is supposed to, well, protect paws from road salt and cold. My rough, dry pads are a thing of a past in just a week! She's very happy and me too, because I don't have to wear the ridiculous booties anymore, except if I have a particularly sensitive paw to fix.<br /><br />To prove how effective this was, we went out for a whole hour, walking to the little mini-mushing trail and then doing two back and forths and then walking back home without me hurting a paw! I am very tired now, though. Mommy feels guilty because she says I'm out of shape. Harumph.<br /><br />We had to walk to the mountain because my ride, what mommy calls her car, died again. Alternator trouble, again, she thinks. That car has had problems for a while, now. I'm hoping she gets it running well soon so that we can go fun places. Jay always takes me fun places in his big van! But that's not all my ride, I have to share it with my buddies. But that's ok, because they're my buddies!<br />I hope you're all well,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-71971329245821698512009-12-26T01:54:00.003-05:002009-12-26T02:27:12.892-05:00Now this is much betterMommy has not stopped laughing since she came back from the evil place that took her away for 8 hours. She came back smelling of all kinds of interesting things and people, including my cousin Thulku the pit bull and of baby. I am very upset she didn't take me wherever she went, but she says that I wouldn't have liked it anyway and at least she left me three nice juicy bones to play with.<br /><br />This little excursion also came with some rewards for me! You see, usually, at Christmas, I get abandoned for hours with a bone and then mommy comes home and that's my present, getting her all to myself for days until lots of people come over to adore me on granddaddy's birthday. But this year in the family gift exchange, my cousin Thulku's mommy picked MY mommy, which means that I'M the one who got all the presents! Mommy came home with a nice, big, soft cushion for me to sleep on. I love being comfy when I sleep! And unlike some huskies, I like keeping my right to soft things to sleep on, so I don't tear up cushions and stuff. So I got a nice, comfy cushion that's big enough for me and so soft that mommy said that if I didn't want it SHE was stealing it. It's a little warm for my hot husky self, but it's good for lying on a few hours, at least. I also got this weird thing to wipe off my paws that's blue and shaggy and that I just want to eat and some hand-booties for mommy so that she doesn't lose a finger mushing, this winter because that would not be good. All nice me-oriented gifts, as it should be. Mommy is laughing at me and telling me I'm spoiled. I'm just ignoring her from my nice new throne. Mommy says I actually look all tiny, curled up on it, not huuuuuuuge like she knows I am when I sleep in her bed (that is totally mine when she's not around. Just saying).<br /><br />I also have some very sad news. My cousin Thulku who, like me, is a former shelter dog and who unlike me is elderly and is like <a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/">bionic spinless Sammy</a> has no hip, has just been diagnosed with cancer. Even worse, it is leukemia and since it is in his front left leg, on the same side as his hiplessness, it cannot be amputated to keep the cancer from spreading. His chances for recovery do not look good and his mommy is very sad. Thulku is an old dog. He is not a very pretty dog and he can be a bit of a grumpy dog, but he is a good dog and he has spent a very, very long time of his life as an abused dog. Unlike me, who has a rather good story, as shelter dogs go, he was one of seven dogs bought from an abusive owner who decided to liquidate her "stock" of dogs. When the shelter came to take the six they had been called for, the mean person said "oh, yeah there's this other dog you can take too and him you can have for free" and showed them to a back room where an old, depressed, uncastrated male pit bull was lying, in bad shape. He moved painfully and he had most probably been used for breeding pit bull puppies irresponsibly. He had quite possibly never known love, was despondant and showed signs of physical abuse. That was my cousin Thulku. My mommy's aunt was looking for a dog and fell in love. She made sure he got the surgery he needed, even went to Ontario to get the best care possible for him. She gave him physiotherapy and, most importantly of all, she gave him all the love and affection a dog needs. He went from a depressed, moth-eaten old mutt to a happy, smiling, stub-wagging (you just can't call that a tail...) family dog. He has had a wonderful two years and I would like all of you that can to spare some good thoughts and hope that he does not suffer and manages to stay with us a long while yet.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo034OI-GteuCoAG46Gv8_ZOF4_VnkIxODf1BxmngvDSbg2lrq0_Ib4fsAtV1l-GoUcGIoWaQb0oyParGYyXIp7N_fVLFQ7LkVVPhdVSGqDGfS03OgleUjCu0dTu1C6O0tKTXYaOkr6dL7/s1600-h/DSC_1494.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo034OI-GteuCoAG46Gv8_ZOF4_VnkIxODf1BxmngvDSbg2lrq0_Ib4fsAtV1l-GoUcGIoWaQb0oyParGYyXIp7N_fVLFQ7LkVVPhdVSGqDGfS03OgleUjCu0dTu1C6O0tKTXYaOkr6dL7/s320/DSC_1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419442832414919826" border="0" /></a>Here's to you, Thulku.<br /></div>Loukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-65493423303148675672009-12-17T23:51:00.004-05:002009-12-17T23:57:09.926-05:00Humiliation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVUZh7tNMMQbMAsuk51c-kcwtcOWdnmWGGTLM2H7pD-xdxH9-Wg5MSge5lQzrYagBU8FKaRHiX5FD5sfMnFAw7MH-6GoHp_RH0hZrtff9dXDUluE6dRLKMhYqPiUsWeqrW2fxXdV2DJcQp/s1600-h/P1000695.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVUZh7tNMMQbMAsuk51c-kcwtcOWdnmWGGTLM2H7pD-xdxH9-Wg5MSge5lQzrYagBU8FKaRHiX5FD5sfMnFAw7MH-6GoHp_RH0hZrtff9dXDUluE6dRLKMhYqPiUsWeqrW2fxXdV2DJcQp/s320/P1000695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416434590585227634" border="0" /></a><br />Can you believe mommy is going to be sending these out as christmas cards to all kinds of people? It's not fair. To top this off, I, the proud, noble husky, have to wear booties outside. Booties! I mean yeah, sure, I have sensitive feety feets and even scabs and rashes on them from allergies and stuff, but I shouldn't have to wear booties!<br /><br />I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long, but life has been fairly boring, recently. Mommy let me keep Jay once a week when she's really really busy so that I can go play with my buddies and right now they're plotting to have my buddies and I mush together! Other than that, I've had a very normal husky life.<br />Humiliated woos to you all<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-61680068850770916992009-06-10T02:19:00.003-04:002009-06-10T02:28:14.639-04:00Blog hiatusWell, I don't post very often, but I thought that it was just fair for me to tell you pups that I will not be able to update the blog at all until the end of August. The reason for this is very, very sad for me. Mommy is running away with the circus. Without me. How is this not abuse?<br /><br />Mommy says that she feels very bad about this, that it's temporary, that she's leaving me in good hands, but... It's my mommy! And she's leaving! For two whole months! And for two whole weeks, I won't even have Auntique to console me! Mommy leaves on Friday and I'm already moping and wailing. The nice landlady and granddaddy have said they'll take me out (granny can't because hip replacements + pulling husky = bad idea) and Jay the dogwalker is going to come and take me on walks with his pack, which is fun, especially since there's another cute husky named Shelby and I like her, but... But...! Auntique gets back in two weeks and then at least I'll have a member of my harem to cuddle and pet and spoil me as I deserve, but I'll still have to wait until August 18th to have my mommy back from the evil circus.<br /><br />So good luck all you lucky dogs, I'll be moping in my corner.<br />Sad woos,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-70390836492620270402009-05-20T17:25:00.002-04:002009-05-20T17:29:20.943-04:00PleasedThis week, even if granny and granddaddy and auntique are all gone and it's just me and mommy, I'm very happy. Firstly I'm happy because I have mommy all to myself, but secondly we aren't exactly all alone. There are lots of strange men coming in the house and breaking the walls, bringing in wires and doing all this stuff mommy calls "renovations". The landlord comes up at least once a day too. All these men ADORE me. To the point that they woke Mommy up knocking on her bedroom door because I was in the bedroom and they wanted to pet me and love me. I'm now their assisstant! So I can now add "renovations" to my list of jobs! Guarding is out of the question, I like these guys too much!<br /><br />Do you guys ever have renovations in your lairs?<br /><br />Happy woos,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-41262616188995202262009-05-14T23:23:00.004-04:002009-05-14T23:39:31.962-04:00Huskies are not watch dogsI'm sorry for the long hiatus. Nothing very interesting has been going on. Mommy was very mean and started "working" which meant she was gone ALL DAY and I had to go mope on my rug or heave very deep, mournful sighs near granny so that she would pet me and scratch my ears. So then when mommy was home, I had to cuddle and sleep on her feet and be particularly clingy.<br /><br />Of course this meant that I had to neglect all other duties, including my "guard dog" duties. I had started barking a bit every now and then when someone came in. At least I would go and check out who was there in case they had tasty food or, more likely, to see if they would pet me. But with mommy home... Well, let's just say it doesn't matter if someone else will pet me when mommy's around. That's why I didn't bother to get up when the plumber and landlord decided to come upstairs to pay a visit. I don't know why mommy was so upset. I was still faithfully sleeping on her feet. Of course she was sleeping too. And the landlord and plumber were in the doorway to her room when she woke up. Still. no reason to get upset.<br /><br />We've started biking together, now that the schnee is all gone. I don't like it as much, but it's ok. I'll keep you posted.<br /><br />Woos,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-29888386383619004842009-03-28T13:44:00.005-04:002009-03-28T17:51:25.548-04:00Back to normalWell, the schnee is mostly gone and the sled has been put away. Both mommy and I are a little sad, but that means that life has gone back to normal, here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i85.servimg.com/u/f85/11/45/48/56/img_6014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 278px;" src="http://i85.servimg.com/u/f85/11/45/48/56/img_6014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Yes, our room is kind of messy. But that's ok. I have other rooms to lounge in that are less messy, especially since Auntique is gone. Mommy's been a bit depressed because she and auntique are from the same litter and they've never really lived apart and auntique won't be back for months and months. She's in Europe. I don't mind too much because now I have taken over her room and... her balcony! I love the balcony. I get to spend all my time out there, now, just chilling.<br /><br />I also have been spending a lot of time at Harem member #1's house. They've determined that I'm not too bad with kitties, so I can go visit when mommy does. Of course there are no soft surfaces to lie on, so I am resigned to this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i85.servimg.com/u/f85/11/45/48/56/pictur11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 296px;" src="http://i85.servimg.com/u/f85/11/45/48/56/pictur11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>That sleepy person is my mommy. And before you ask, yes, we are about the same size. I'm big for a husky and she's small for a human. Like <a href="http://www.thethunderingherd.com/dogs/Rusty/Rusty.shtml">Rusty</a>, I'm definitely a lap dog. It's all about being cuddled, for me. I am a hard-working husky, I totally deserve this.<br /><br />Harem member #1 is not just #1 because she's the one who comes to visit and scratch and worship me the most often. She's also #1 because she collects all kinds of cool stuff, like furs and bones!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i85.servimg.com/u/f85/11/45/48/56/pictur14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 296px;" src="http://i85.servimg.com/u/f85/11/45/48/56/pictur14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Don't I look like a scary husky? That's one of my jobs, apart from pulling the sled, being a good guard dog like <a href="http://www.thethunderingherd.com/dogs/Qannik/Qannik.shtml">Qannik</a> and therapy dog like <a href="http://nanookthenewfy.blogspot.com/">Nanook</a>. Mommy has some anxiety issues and having a big scary monster like me protecting her makes life easier for everyone. And I work for cheap. I'm paid in kissies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i85.servimg.com/u/f85/11/45/48/56/irelan11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 406px;" src="http://i85.servimg.com/u/f85/11/45/48/56/irelan11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Sigh. A husky's work is never done. I have to go lounge on the balcony, now. Maybe I'll get all nice and brushed and groomed later. Woe is me<br /><br />Woos,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-87256258239091392052009-02-06T01:20:00.007-05:002009-03-28T17:52:07.705-04:00AuntiqueSome of you have figured out that I do not live alone at home with my mommy. There's Granny, Granddaddy, who didn't like me at first because he thought I looked scary but who now baby-talks me and scratches my chin on demand, and, finally, Auntique, my mommy's twin sister who sometimes takes care of me if mommy abandons me.<br /><br />Well yesterday, Auntique asked Mommy a very important, fun question: "Can I go mushing with you?" The answer:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjp1C0TemZWx5SHsmFhw1G3QBIdPVu77Bo5A9d8tbEV2Q2Q9e6PUt2FnRV5LlmJNa-gvD9TdKrS9U217qEt6eFl1j7ODtkv9xw-vQHTjOwkJ39jFMyv1-wiIQ8DUDUs3vIkmCmbyPw8HG/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjp1C0TemZWx5SHsmFhw1G3QBIdPVu77Bo5A9d8tbEV2Q2Q9e6PUt2FnRV5LlmJNa-gvD9TdKrS9U217qEt6eFl1j7ODtkv9xw-vQHTjOwkJ39jFMyv1-wiIQ8DUDUs3vIkmCmbyPw8HG/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299568346487860322" border="0" /></a>Mommy and Auntique are colour coded, so you can tell who's who. Auntique is blue and/or green, Mommy is red/orange/all those colours that look the same.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEdalHdxetRHL0yXQn3lb-8uj2LX1FV2c4P6ruqDdCcQBoKJfcDZZtyjWZA-_bG2lJrG2dgMtQFJoZ35sFA3RwciRSw5C2QMpppCfE2yR7QXIRUi0GHwR1uXZny4tOffbO-LRQBDv5iQjX/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEdalHdxetRHL0yXQn3lb-8uj2LX1FV2c4P6ruqDdCcQBoKJfcDZZtyjWZA-_bG2lJrG2dgMtQFJoZ35sFA3RwciRSw5C2QMpppCfE2yR7QXIRUi0GHwR1uXZny4tOffbO-LRQBDv5iQjX/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299568855512658658" border="0" /></a><br />And one last one, mushing into the night. Not exactly the sunset, but it'll do.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iRMcWz1xwZBlRZ8fQs09u78xX9SjkbcTB7A-xZg15LfhFuGyo43pgtdRjF7ImvZtLAo0eCkKI-5H-xKqrT1_LN6NUWWcTs5lAuzvlMMYPi0qobj7EGKE-BdBRUIOlyAEp_z4LSPFPYMv/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iRMcWz1xwZBlRZ8fQs09u78xX9SjkbcTB7A-xZg15LfhFuGyo43pgtdRjF7ImvZtLAo0eCkKI-5H-xKqrT1_LN6NUWWcTs5lAuzvlMMYPi0qobj7EGKE-BdBRUIOlyAEp_z4LSPFPYMv/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299569352149029826" border="0" /></a>This is proof that I am very strong and a champion mush dog who totally does not deserve this abuse:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.servimg.com/u/f65/11/45/48/56/img_0016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 291px;" src="http://i65.servimg.com/u/f65/11/45/48/56/img_0016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I get that she wants to get rid of that backpack, but I do NOT have to model it for any reason! I was so good at Storm of the Ao4's cooperating for photos class. It took mommy a long time to get a good shot, despite the fact that I'm normally photogenic.<br /><br />I am so abused.<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-12024349102006477432009-01-27T18:52:00.003-05:002009-01-27T18:55:50.063-05:00My motivation is backSince the begining of the season, I was enjoying mushing, but I was a little bored with it, I had a hard time seeing the point. Then friday, I met Felony, who finally isn't a German shepard but an ADORABLE little mutt and we mushed and ran and played together and it was AMAZING! I was so happy I pushed myself harder than I should of and was out of it for two days. But that's ok, I can't wait to get out again! We went out Monday and some evil person had graveled our trail, but I was still so psyched about Friday that I decided that we were doing the whole trail, something we haven't done this season yet.<br /><br />Next Sunday I'm going to see Felony again, and a golden retriever named Sierra. We're starting a mushers of the moutain coalition! I'm so happy!<br />Tail wags<br />Champion mush-dog LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-2513781662406551652009-01-16T20:27:00.008-05:002009-01-16T20:44:43.539-05:00WeatherWell, of course the humans are all going ballistic, but I'm happy as a husky in snow. Lots of snow. And cold. The main news story on the magic picture box and on the radio is the weather. In Montreal it's stayed under -20 Celsius (So about -11 Fahrenheit, I think). It's nice and perfect, but Mommy takes an eternity to put all her thousands of layers of fur on and doesn't want to stay out long, except today, when we went mushing. Some places where Mommy has buddies reached -43 (Celsius, but -40 is the same for both scales, so you get the picture) and she's sighing about wanting to bring me to live over there. As long as I get the three Ms: mushing, meat, but not the icky chicken stuff that gives me a rash and certainly never kibble, and the mattress. Because it's mine. I swear. No matter what mommy says and how many times she puts it away. Oh yeah, and I want mommy too. I hate it when she goes to the evil University place without me.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.servimg.com/u/f65/11/45/48/56/img_5710.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 282px;" src="http://i65.servimg.com/u/f65/11/45/48/56/img_5710.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This is one of my Ms, Meat! Of course I have my own dining room outside so that I don't get girly salmons or e-collars all over Granny's floor. Whatever those are. I don't get enough salmon, really I don't.</span><br /></div><br />Speaking of Mushing, I may start getting help pulling mommy around! You may remember my friend Charpentier the lab mix who got stuck in my collar, last year and that really scared me. Well, we're still buddies, although we sometimes get a little worried about playing rough with each other and now Charpentier is going to take up mushing! He has his own harness and everything and this weekend, if it's not too cold for our wimpy humans, or next week, mommy's going to try out a twwo-dog hitch with me and him! And there's another potential friend, Felony, a German Shepherd, who may want to come help me too, some time! This is all very exciting for me, I love pulling with friends around me, it's so much more fun than plodding around all by myself.<br /><br />So woos from the frigid north,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-57428344278377359432008-12-12T00:06:00.004-05:002008-12-12T00:23:03.887-05:00No longer on strikeThe Husquebec union has decided to come out of strike due to AMAZING trails. We went mushing again today and went all the way up to Lac Castor, a nice 7 kilometer run, half of which is uphill, the other half down (since we just turn around and double back). The trail was gorgeous and icy, but no match for my fur wheel drive. It did make the sled glide like a charm, though, so mommy felt nice and light again. Going downhill... Well that was a dream come true. I got to flat out RUN the whole way, so fast that Mommy was a little nervous that she was going to take a spill. But she didn't, even in the hairpin turn. I even proved today that I know "Whoa" and "easy" even without her putting on the breaks, which surprised her. Hehehehehehe. I like to keep her guessing. She never knows when the command is actually assimilated and I'm ignoring her or when I just haven't learned yet. It's generally the first of those two statements and she finds out after the fact, but she keeps falling for it.<br /><br />Mommy ordered my new harness today, too. She found that mine was a little too small. This is because when she got it, she got the size that corresponded to my weight... but she was using my weight from when I came out of the shelter, not figuring that I had gained a whole lot of weight since then. I was 60 lbs January 2007, but 75 lbs January 2008 (mommy knew I had gained weight, but she thought maybe 5 lbs, not 15) and then 77 lbs May 2008! So the harness bought in December 2007 which is meant to fit a 60-70lbs dog... Well, it's a little on the tight side, now. So I'm getting a brand new harness a size bigger, which will make mushing even more comfortable! You see what Husquebec can obtain when we strike for better working conditions? You knoooow you want to join our union...<br /><br />I'm very tired now, so I'm going to keep this post short. I'm going back to snoozing and dreaming of nice, long trails.Loukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-87285666139497621782008-12-09T23:36:00.004-05:002008-12-09T23:59:41.480-05:00On Strike<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVRmDXrwFWyP7HCzx3wtC9EzGvUc2o3jQ17guDA_6lFM5Fz2hckVqDLLmYcMToR7IJpCRBpBXG3e0_NaJJtJJJcbQQ_ya5d8mRoyiqbdwX3IQGzz5F6v5bvuFCWpqfBtD0P4ikKhSG9NmX/s1600-h/IMG_5708.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVRmDXrwFWyP7HCzx3wtC9EzGvUc2o3jQ17guDA_6lFM5Fz2hckVqDLLmYcMToR7IJpCRBpBXG3e0_NaJJtJJJcbQQ_ya5d8mRoyiqbdwX3IQGzz5F6v5bvuFCWpqfBtD0P4ikKhSG9NmX/s320/IMG_5708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278016420778099602" border="0" /></a>It was the beginning of the first ride of the season and already I could tell that things were not going to go well. We huskies know these things. The snow was way too deep and fluffy and Mommy felt way heavier than usual. I did not like this. I did not like this all the way uphill. I made her walk behind the sled, kick to help me make the sled go forwards... We make a good team, mommy and I. This is why I did not want to stop.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gUrbmEqnrmsLQRmkjLE_99Jx1tIrBf-O4gyJh6ldqsenAEXMMRJ1ciF3Y_MmiqBSvmriD9V6A2Ef1zX-BJrQFUUZQJ78XVg3D_C0a90Pa1O6zQBLbQ__JPnXPisOqwM9JSYDkDeKnIQ9/s1600-h/IMG_5710.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gUrbmEqnrmsLQRmkjLE_99Jx1tIrBf-O4gyJh6ldqsenAEXMMRJ1ciF3Y_MmiqBSvmriD9V6A2Ef1zX-BJrQFUUZQJ78XVg3D_C0a90Pa1O6zQBLbQ__JPnXPisOqwM9JSYDkDeKnIQ9/s320/IMG_5710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278016424880776898" border="0" /></a><br />Turn around? What do you mean turn around? I was perfectly fine going in this direction. Perfectly fine! No, that slowing down meant 'get off the sled', not 'let's go home'. I totally don't understand why we should go home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1Bo8pzfzdhDSp3kU1HFsF0C_xI3nsdvnknOf3JlH3DZm4s5GZQmw2JTGw2tdHl7A-3vCae7p78Z_u78uY4lohv8uHcgKRO3S3ubSreXBeCHDpEo5pQklyDd0ytxcVcHJv4b2QuXBTIOr/s1600-h/IMG_5711.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1Bo8pzfzdhDSp3kU1HFsF0C_xI3nsdvnknOf3JlH3DZm4s5GZQmw2JTGw2tdHl7A-3vCae7p78Z_u78uY4lohv8uHcgKRO3S3ubSreXBeCHDpEo5pQklyDd0ytxcVcHJv4b2QuXBTIOr/s320/IMG_5711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278016434906517122" border="0" /></a><br />Ah. I see the problem now. Sinking sled syndrome. Maybe mommy hasn't really gained weight since last year. I still don't want to go home, yet, it's so nice out...<br /><br />We finally were headed downhill. On the hairpin turn that goes down pretty steep, I was finally able to pull mommy well. I always like downhill better. And I really do like pulling, when I'm able to. Every husky has his limits, though. Mommy was muttering something about borrowing friends for me, at some point.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBM3l-j1YMHSfPXWxD4MG8d2OcTOg-MU7nKbgMdo-fRWpt8HQr0z8kyGLAw5iViz_Wn92kHEaatWQCMrrNVyUuprNqqvLSwgOaJ5OHx2sN47Hrp-DI7uYGrL_kvs_WupN2h37VvCeqq3F/s1600-h/IMG_5713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBM3l-j1YMHSfPXWxD4MG8d2OcTOg-MU7nKbgMdo-fRWpt8HQr0z8kyGLAw5iViz_Wn92kHEaatWQCMrrNVyUuprNqqvLSwgOaJ5OHx2sN47Hrp-DI7uYGrL_kvs_WupN2h37VvCeqq3F/s320/IMG_5713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278016436879272546" border="0" /></a><br />I would like to be able to say that after the hairpin turn everything went downhill. Unfortunately, that was not the case. The trail was flat again, mommy was heavy again and we just kept getting more and more fun, fluffy schnee to slow the kicksled down. Mommy was still trying to convince me to pull. So I decided to show her and go on strike. The trail ended a few meters ahead anyway. She could walk, right?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXudAbi4vquOBPbYPaaOJoOi4gnKCKCKZ_UsHd-SwsjE0Yn3ye-XtbHq3vYihlAJo2HfIhOCdS3xukyO_kxy4OPA6JudPD8wC3-DpuJDcFmOJtqFg5jHkaHytl5xYQQfip4y3nelKrU6i/s1600-h/IMG_5715.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXudAbi4vquOBPbYPaaOJoOi4gnKCKCKZ_UsHd-SwsjE0Yn3ye-XtbHq3vYihlAJo2HfIhOCdS3xukyO_kxy4OPA6JudPD8wC3-DpuJDcFmOJtqFg5jHkaHytl5xYQQfip4y3nelKrU6i/s320/IMG_5715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278016447956454114" border="0" /></a><br />So anyway, we have learned several things about this last venture: #1, if the snow is no good, the husky will strike. #2, if it is the first run of the season and the husky is not yet in top shape, going out in difficult snow is stupid. #3, Mommy is out of shape. #4, in such snowy conditions, we walk to the trail, we do not under any circumstances take the car. In fact, the husky would prefer that no cars be used in his transportation ever. #5 Despite setbacks, mushing is still fun. And having people fawn over me as I go past is REALLY fun.<br /><br />If you're looking for me, I'll be here, nice and comfortable, waiting for the perfect mushing conditions. Which will hopefully be soon.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9PYRpW8L2cZZa0eyPMRHv_PpNNJIpPbJ2wAdSwIdpJPmU6X2ei9zKsCUN3IpEDs4x5fFcLqlBRl3X_1vaizD-VDGqP59emutVXPSlpl3zuBK29i0_4xo5rMtTU6Ghv5LFxCyVU4l7krQ/s1600-h/IMG_5677.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9PYRpW8L2cZZa0eyPMRHv_PpNNJIpPbJ2wAdSwIdpJPmU6X2ei9zKsCUN3IpEDs4x5fFcLqlBRl3X_1vaizD-VDGqP59emutVXPSlpl3zuBK29i0_4xo5rMtTU6Ghv5LFxCyVU4l7krQ/s320/IMG_5677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278020983031051250" border="0" /></a><br />Many lazy woos,<br />Louka (who yes, owns half the loveseat, but only when granny's not around to see)Loukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2404960415701813992.post-79920479226823886232008-11-25T01:28:00.002-05:002008-11-25T01:29:05.216-05:00SCHNEEIt's snowing. Let's hope we get enough and that it sticks long enough to go sledding on Friday. Now Mommy's really wishing she wasn't working on Wednesday, hehehehe.<br />Many woos,<br />LoukaLoukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14542059168289932594noreply@blogger.com1