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!
Woos,
Louka
Monday, June 2, 2008
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...
Woos,
Louka
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...
Woos,
Louka
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Frappe!
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
Woos,
Louka
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
Woos,
Louka
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,
Woos,
Louka
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,
Woos,
Louka
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Mommy is proud of me
Like the title says, mommy is particularly proud of me today.
You guys may not know this, but I'm not always 100% nice with other dogs. I don't like most uncastrated males and I can be a bit toy possessive. So I'm only about 90% nice. But mommy keeps an eye on me and usually I'm fine.
Now there's this other husky mix who comes to our dogrun, Tattoo, who I really can't stand. He's not fixed, you see, and he's afraid of me, so it's kind of fun to growl at him. A few months ago, we got into an argument over a ball that mommy still hasn't forgiven me for. And he remembers, because he cries when he sees me, which makes mommy feel really ashamed, because I'm a bad dog with him.
Today, he was at the dogrun. I had friends, though, so I didn't really see him or care. Mommy was a bit worried that I may go harass him, though (who, me?) and was toying with the idea of leaving, but didn't, because I was playing with Domino, who's TOTALLY COOL and it was fun. But there was still a potential for a situation, there. Well, let's just say that for once in my life, I had 100% recall, today, I came and gave Mommy the ball every time I found one lying around and she didn't want e playing with it and I did this without growling even though there were other doggies around and I didn't resist at all. The result? I didn't go growl at Tattoo, I didn't pick a fight and we were in the same dogrun together for an hour without any problems. Mommy was very proud of my behaviour and happy that we didn't have to leave. She says that at the first sign of disobedience on my part and we would have headed straight home, but I got an A+ in getting along. I didn't even growl when Tattoo got kinda close and he was crying or when he barked triumphantly as Mommy led me away to the other side of the dogrun so that neither one of us would get any bright ideas.
And I got to play with Domino for an hour and a half. So it was a good day.
I hope you all had as good a day as me!
Woos,
Louka
You guys may not know this, but I'm not always 100% nice with other dogs. I don't like most uncastrated males and I can be a bit toy possessive. So I'm only about 90% nice. But mommy keeps an eye on me and usually I'm fine.
Now there's this other husky mix who comes to our dogrun, Tattoo, who I really can't stand. He's not fixed, you see, and he's afraid of me, so it's kind of fun to growl at him. A few months ago, we got into an argument over a ball that mommy still hasn't forgiven me for. And he remembers, because he cries when he sees me, which makes mommy feel really ashamed, because I'm a bad dog with him.
Today, he was at the dogrun. I had friends, though, so I didn't really see him or care. Mommy was a bit worried that I may go harass him, though (who, me?) and was toying with the idea of leaving, but didn't, because I was playing with Domino, who's TOTALLY COOL and it was fun. But there was still a potential for a situation, there. Well, let's just say that for once in my life, I had 100% recall, today, I came and gave Mommy the ball every time I found one lying around and she didn't want e playing with it and I did this without growling even though there were other doggies around and I didn't resist at all. The result? I didn't go growl at Tattoo, I didn't pick a fight and we were in the same dogrun together for an hour without any problems. Mommy was very proud of my behaviour and happy that we didn't have to leave. She says that at the first sign of disobedience on my part and we would have headed straight home, but I got an A+ in getting along. I didn't even growl when Tattoo got kinda close and he was crying or when he barked triumphantly as Mommy led me away to the other side of the dogrun so that neither one of us would get any bright ideas.
And I got to play with Domino for an hour and a half. So it was a good day.
I hope you all had as good a day as me!
Woos,
Louka
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Viciously attacked!
As most of you know, I go to the dogrun every day. I don't have a nice yard to zoom around in. At the dogrun, Mommy has to watch me, sometimes, because I don't always agree with the presence of uncastrated males and sometimes I get growly around toys. I've even gotten into fights a few times. But never, ever has mommy been hurt in these incidents and always, once separated the fight stopped.
Today was different. Today, I wasn't the one getting into a fight. I got jumped by two very vicious boston terriers who wanted my death and who didn't hesitate to bite mommy to get to me. I was pretty freaked. I've never encountered that level of vicious. Now I'm a pretty big dog, but they were so after me that they managed to pin me to the ground, then their friend the boxer who was on leash got close enough to jump me too. Mommy was very angry. She finally managed to grab me (I may have accidentally bit her on the arm, then, but this just goes to prove that putting your arm into a dog fight is stupid) and was running away with me and these little monsters were chasing us, still trying to rip into me and got mommy on the leg. Several times. We left very fast, with me running for the gate faster than even mommy. She was very upset, and I was afraid that she was upset at me, especially when she got out the stuff to put on the cut in my ear which was my only battle wound and it stung, but she said that I was a good boy and that she was proud of me (mommy's note: This is the first time I've ever hoped that he's hurt another dog in a fight. I am so pissed, I hope those ill-trained rats at least have a couple of cuts of their own) and I'm sleeping on the bed right now, dictating my message while she types.
Dang, she just noticed the cut under my eye. She'd had better not put stinging stuff on that too...
Sad woos,
Louka who does not like being attacked or ganged up on.
Today was different. Today, I wasn't the one getting into a fight. I got jumped by two very vicious boston terriers who wanted my death and who didn't hesitate to bite mommy to get to me. I was pretty freaked. I've never encountered that level of vicious. Now I'm a pretty big dog, but they were so after me that they managed to pin me to the ground, then their friend the boxer who was on leash got close enough to jump me too. Mommy was very angry. She finally managed to grab me (I may have accidentally bit her on the arm, then, but this just goes to prove that putting your arm into a dog fight is stupid) and was running away with me and these little monsters were chasing us, still trying to rip into me and got mommy on the leg. Several times. We left very fast, with me running for the gate faster than even mommy. She was very upset, and I was afraid that she was upset at me, especially when she got out the stuff to put on the cut in my ear which was my only battle wound and it stung, but she said that I was a good boy and that she was proud of me (mommy's note: This is the first time I've ever hoped that he's hurt another dog in a fight. I am so pissed, I hope those ill-trained rats at least have a couple of cuts of their own) and I'm sleeping on the bed right now, dictating my message while she types.
Dang, she just noticed the cut under my eye. She'd had better not put stinging stuff on that too...
Sad woos,
Louka who does not like being attacked or ganged up on.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Oprah on puppy mills
Well I'm certainly getting a lot of attention. Mommy got a head's up this week that the episode of Oprah that aired today would be about puppy mills. Although it was nothing she didn't know or hadn't heard about before, she was very, very happy that someone as influential and widely known as Oprah would do such a show to tell people about this horrible reality. Of course, watching the show meant her bawling and petting and cuddling me a lot. Which means that I'm grateful too. Not only is Oprah getting the word out, she'd directly responsible for even more spoiling of me!
In other news, we're getting more schnee. Most of the humans aren't amused. I am.
Woos to all,
Louka
In other news, we're getting more schnee. Most of the humans aren't amused. I am.
Woos to all,
Louka
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