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.