Sunday, May 16, 2021

Catching Up

 Look, I'm going to be honest, the Bleeder and Toast took me for what they claim was my FINAL pokes (but there was some cryptic back and forth about the "appointment" when I turn 6-months old that didn't sound anything like cake and ice cream type of festivities, so I don't trust them on this "FINAL" thing.

Anyway, I'm a bit worn out from all of the poking, prodding, nail trimming, handling, the oohing and awwwing at the vet (they at least recognize my beauty), so I'm going to phone in my blog post this week.

As a puppy, I'm growing really fast. So fast that Toast says I no longer have new puppy smell and my toes aren't frito anymore. I have no idea what he means as I've stomped in poo, rolled in dead things, dug up some lovely wormy dirt, and smell perfectly fine

Here is a bunch of pictures and movies of my tender puppy weeks so you can catch up to where I'm at right now. Enjoy.

Here are the pictures that lured Toast and Bleeder to me.

How could you resist this face!!!!

Here I am with my brothers and sisters. As you can see, I'm a tiny little peanut of a puppy (and there's a reason why, but I don't want to get into it right now, I'll save that for next week).

I knew I hit the motherlode when this box arrived full of foodables and toys and such.

I'm going in!

At this point, I had a normal food and water bowl, things got fancy shortly after this.

I really like this couch.

and I really love my breadbowl

As a working breed, I know that it is my duty to assist in the folding of the clothes. Please make a note of the big hole in the carpet... I did not do that. That was Meeshka... while she was crated. I aspire to be just like her.

Really pouring on the adorability here.

As part of my training, they bought this elaborate pee area thing, but I felt it was better suited as a bed.

My teddy bear was bigger than me, but I still managed to maul it.

I also love to ricochet off of things

And sleep is strange places

And get into places I'm apparently not supposed to get into

And look adorable for the camera

More next week.


Sunday, May 09, 2021

Rules? There's Rules?

 First of all, I didn't think I had to do this weekly, but apparently there's that and some other rules living with these people.

Had I known they were so high maintenance I might have altered my devious plan.

I'm not allowed to chew on things.

Hang on, let that sink in for a moment: I CAN'T CHEW ON THINGS?

Oh sure, they bought me bones and toys and things to chew on, but why would I do that when there's a really tasty wooden coffee table at the exact height for chewing?

This coffee table is pre-chewed so I don't want to hear it

Walls aren't made for chewing? Excuse me? Did I hear that right... walls are NOT made for chewing? I'm pretty sure that's not correct.

Once again, I'm clearly NOT the first puppy to sample this wall

Did I mention the tasty carpet...

So, clearly there is precedent for chewing and I'm a puppy, so I can chew.

The people think otherwise and The Bleeder bought a bottle of "Bitter Orange" to deter me from chewing. Every time I'd gnaw on something, she'd whisk me aside and spritz that concoction on whatever tasty thing I sunk my sharp teeth into.

I think the whole purpose was to stop me from chewing, but I find the taste and aroma a bit cloying. It's a medium bodied and saucy mixture with decedent elements coalesced. It pairs well with drywall and old rug.

Since this didn't work, they brought out the big guns with the scary can of "NO".

It's loud, annoying, and apparently means "no"
Not everything is a "no"

I get to sleep on the couch when I want, but I need a hand getting up and down, because I'm tiny

I have a bread bowl bed, which is comfy, but also chewy... but I haven't ripped it up yet. I'm waiting to gain the people's confidence and then rip it to shreds.

I will, of course, blame the Toast Man for this because he keeps trying to convince me that something is under it, and that I must attack that thing

Speaking of Toast Man, he's actually very comfortable.

Back to the rules:

I'm not allowed to snorfle at the kitchen shelf items

I'm not allowed to stick my head under the very expensive dish cleaning machine and rip out its guts.

They also don't want me to hang off the couch... for some reason

But this is how ALL huskies sleep.

There are more rules, but I've forgotten all of them, but The Bleeder and Toast Man constantly remind me about them.

Next blog post I'll show you all of my cool electronic gadgetry.



Sunday, May 02, 2021

Hello My Name is Casey

 Hello everyone, my name is Casey

Full on snuggly and mellow act going on here

It has come to my attention that I'm expected to "blog". I'm pretty sure this wasn't in my contract.

I come from a small family in Pennsylvania and lived in a pretty swanky house with my mom and siblings for a while. My mom's human was very nice and gave us some tips to secure the best accommodations. As my siblings were a lot bigger and stockier than I was, she suggested that I go with the "snuggly and mellow" act, and sure enough, these two people showed up and wanted a snuggly and mellow puppy, and they also pulled up in one of those fancy Tesla X cars with the wing doors, so boy did I put on a show. I didn't chew on them (although they did smell quite tasty) and simply licked their faces and pretended to fall asleep in their arms and BOOM contract signed, money handed over.

I had to wait a week to go home with them because I needed shots and other torture, but bright and early that next week they came back, put a silly harness thing and leash on me, rubbed my mom with a delicious fluffy toy with a heartbeat and carried me like the princess I am into their swanky car.

I made sure to wait until we were a few miles away before TOTALLY FREAKING OUT because a girl's gotta pee what with all this excitement.  I was sitting in the woman's lap and may have grabbed her hand with my lovely sharp milk teeth and holy crap she bleeds easily. She is now known as "The Bleeder". 

So then the guy (now known as Mr. Toast, more on that later) found a quaint little park to stop and got me out a lovely little picnic basket full of my food and a little water bowl and we all sat and enjoyed the park for a while and I snacked a bit and The Bleeder put on some bandaids.

After I was tuckered out from the snack and excitement, we continued our journey to a place called Land of Merry and my new home.

Snack, blood letting, time for a nap

Once there, I was introduced to "my yard", which was a bit of a disappointing mess because these people used to have huskies (and I'm told I have some very big paws to fill) so their fence was wonky and the yard was not up to secure husky standards, so I had to be leash walked. Yards are not impressive from the end of a leash... these humans also can't skitter quickly.

This is some serious crap yard

Inside is much better, as these humans seemed to have bought out an entire toy store for me (as well as they should) and had some very comfy bedding.

I especially liked the lamy
More on Lamy in a bit

I turned on my powers of adorability in case there was some sort of legal loophole where they could take me back once they found out my true nature within a few days. I call this the snap, roll, and snack maneuver. 

I have my own food and water bowl with tasty foods in it, plenty of toys, lots of snacks, lots of play, and The Bleeder is really good at throwing my squeaky toys and then... bleeding when I 'mistake" her hand for the toy.

What more could a puppy want...

maybe a cleaner yard with a better fence so I don't have to wear this get-up.

Friday, October 13, 2017

R.I.P. Loki (Mutatoe)

Loki (Mutatoe) 
September 2002 - 13 October 2017

Loki, by far, was a spoiled rotten Mama's dog.  Gil called him "baby bird" because he would peep and freak out if he couldn't find me.

He slept with his head on my nightstand, and his ample ass in my face.

He growled when you petted him.

He had the annoying habit of chasing Meeshka and Sam and grabbing their tails to slow them down.

He barked, not the cute husky howling, he yapped, ear piercing yapping.

Everything kicked his ass, including inanimate objects.

He made a point of soaking his mutatoe paw in liquid and then smack you in the face with it.

He annoyed everyone, and he was dearly loved despite being such an ample pain in the ass.

He certainly was one of a kind.  His deformity didn't slow him down.  One time we were at Petsmart with him and a young couple gasped "what happened to his foot!".  We freaked out because we though something was wrong with his foot... but they were just talking about the mutatoe. 

To him, he was a normal husky, nothing wrong at all with him.

To us, he was our world, and our world is much more boring without him.

Love you forever you gimpy freak.

Friday, April 14, 2017

R.I.P. Meeshka

1/6/2001 - 4/10/2017

The worst part of blogging for dogs is how to end things.  You try to maintain a very happy, funny atmosphere because everyone has problems, they don't want to read about them, they want to come here to read happy funny things.

But there comes a point in a dog's life where things aren't happy or funny, and that usually happens as they get older, start having issues.

We had a tough time after Sam passed trying to find a new normal, and see the funny in things, but the reality was that shortly after Sam passed, Meeshka was diagnosed with bladder cancer, and took a turn for the worst.  Although she was never her normal self afterwards, there were still glimmers of her each day.

On April 10th, 2017, those glimmers had faded and we held her in our arms and allowed her to peacefully pass.

Meeshka was my muse.  Through her blog I was introduced to a whole bunch of wonderful people who I call friends, gave me another world of creativity through cartooning and blogging, and enriched my life not only because of who she introduced me to, but because she was one of the most funny, infuriating, maddening, adorable, willful, and special dog I've had the pleasure of knowing.

Thank you for coming along for the ride.  Loki is doing well, adapting to being the "only dog" and is surrounded by toys and chew bones and love.

The final update to this blog will be his passing, which we hope won't be for a while, but please start at the beginning of Meeshka's World and enjoy her life again.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

We're Still OK

Thank you for giving us some time to grieve over the passing of our beloved Sammy (Bionic Hip/knee Spineless pup).

Getting old sucks, and losing a member of your family sucks even more.  It has taken us some time to get used to the new normal.

We've been pretty low key, just doing the usual routine, dealing with fireworks and thunderstorms with the help of our new wonder pill (Xanax), and just getting back into clawing the Human Woman for no reason, standing in front of doorways, and generally making our presence known.

You'll be happy to know that one thing has not changed at all: Mutatoe still gets his ample ass kicked by a myriad of household items, and the other day he discovered a cicada on the deck and tried to eat it.

Yep, it kicked his ample ass.

Monday, February 15, 2016

R.I.P. Spineless Bionic Hip/Knee Pup

7/1/2001 - 2/15/2016

Roast stealer
Bread product aficionado 
Gimpy chewable
Private Pooper
Best friend
Little Spoon
Snuggle puppy
Professional napper

A piece of my heart

Friday, December 18, 2015

Loki's Ortho Visit

Yeah, yeah, I know, I don't blog enough.

I'm a busy husky, you know, working breed and all that.  Ok, so I generally just nap and sometimes I frolic, but generally I'm retired.

Anyway, I thought I'd show up and give you an update on my royal house.

I'm fine, frankly I'm the healthiest one here lately.  The Humans complain about everything.  You want to go out every 2 hours during the night, you want your water bowl filled with fresh water, why are you screaming at the bed every time you lay down.

Yeah, about that.  It's my new "thing".  Every time I lay down I scream at the bed.  I'm announcing to the world that I'm laying down, what's wrong with that?

Bionic Hip/Knee Spineless Sam is still hanging in there.  His issues are progressing and when he started having more nose bleeds when he was stressed out, they felt that he shouldn't go in for his massage sessions.  He wears pants now, lounges around, gets carried everywhere and they help him poo.  He's still the same happy guy, but he can't really move around on his own.

To help him sit up, they got him two beanbag chairs.

He was toodling around in a quad cart for a while, but then it get too distressing for him (nose bleed time), so he gets his exercise by sitting and honking, and when he wants to be put back on the sleep number bed and get fed Danish butter cookies, he throws himself down.

Mutatoe was perfectly fine until a few weeks ago when it appeared that hefting around that massive ample ass was taking a toll on his legs.  His regular vet suspected he had bad hips, but he wasn't really limping or anything.  He's always walked like a dork so it's hard to tell with him.  Then one day he started really being gimpy.

This meant he had to go see Sam's friends at VOSM.

Sam loved going to VOSM, and everybody loved Sam there.  Sam had a tradition of pooping in the lobby every.single.time.

Apparently they had a bit of a conversation before we left because even though the Humans let the Mutatoe sniff and walk around and sniff some more... the moment they walked into the lobby...

The Humans went with the fear that Mutatoe was also falling apart... thankfully that wasn't the case.

The Mutatoe dog has the hips and joints of a 4 year old dog.  Apparently he's pulled a back leg muscle, so he gets some pills for 2 weeks and that should take care of everything.

Now that I know that... it's back to sneaking up under her table and pinching her fat.

Sunday, September 06, 2015

Uncle Jack Visit So Far

So... Uncle Jack arrived, and pretty much we've done a lot of napping.

Well, we have during the day while the humans go out and eat (without us) and run "errands" that involve eating (without us), and then come home and spend a lot of time trying to find a way to keep the Spineless Bionic Hip/Knee, nosebleedy Sam from peeing all over the place.

It seems that he's now sprung a leak when he sleeps, so the humans have spent an inordinate amount of time purchasing all manner of diapers, bands, pads, whatchamacallits (not the candy bar), and items to help catch all of that pee so it's not all over the place.

The only problem is that he's a Husky, and that means, where's there's a will, there will be pee.

So they tried diapers.  Cheap, expensive, fancy, fool-proof (they've never met the Human Woman), and no matter what they tried...

Yep, laundry-palooza.  The Human Woman swears that he could pee through the eye of a needle.  No matter how tightly they put those diapers on, he found some way to pee on everything BUT inside the diaper.

Then a good friend of the Human Woman suggested belly bands.  Fool proof she said.  Even sent her one to try out...

Yep, you guessed it, he manages to pee around those too.

Oh sure, once the Human woman figured out that he isn't built like most dogs (ahem... his pee pee hides), she's modified her approach to bolster the belly band to make sure it covers his naughty bits and absorb all of the pee.  I'm surprised she hasn't completely wrapped him in incontinence pads and diapers.

The only problem is that... now the Mutatoe thinks that the entire house is fair game, and frankly, if they aren't going to bother walking down the stairs and exert themselves... why should I.  Except at night, that's when we interrupt them every half hour and scream to go outside.

Have I mentioned that the Human Woman is looking into buying stock in pee pads and steam cleaners?  Just a little inside tip for all of you day traders.