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!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
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?
Woos,
Louka who doesn't want to have to obey.
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?
Woos,
Louka who doesn't want to have to obey.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Chilling
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.
Yay.
Happy woos,
Louka
Yay.
Happy woos,
Louka
Sunday, June 8, 2008
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!
Woos,
Louka
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
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
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