Greasy Puppy

 First of all, I resent that title, but that's what I'm called lately, all because Toast neglected to put the grease cup far enough back on the counter, and what's a husky to do but sample the tasty greasiness it contains.

This may explain my recent gastro-intestinal looseness, which has cleared up already, but you'd think they would be happy... nope, they're never happy.

It's been rather boring for me lately. Not boring for Toast and Bleeder, who are now dealing with some form of a leak from their fridge into the downstairs. I have an alibi, and I'm not even allowed down there unless I'm escorted by Bleeder for laundry duty (for which I receive a cookie for being good and not falling down the sump hole, or stuffing myself behind the water heater, or licking the heat pump thing, or getting into the fabric softener sheets, or digging in the trash, or jumping over the laundry baskets to get to all of those tasty things, or snorfling the tools, or grabbing a socklet and dashing upstairs.) All of this may or may not have happened at one time or another.

Anyways, there was yelling and banging, and then a rug magically appeared hanging on the outside railing and I had to sniff that... lots of sniffs. Lots of other dog sniffs.  I enjoyed all of the other dog sniff memories.

I've been keeping an eye on the neighborhood.

Get off my lawn

I discovered fireworks, and although it happened right when I was squatting for a poo and I was startled, I sat and waited for more to go off as they were pretty. Bleeder says the people setting them off are ... words that I can't repeat.

I asked to go out, then in, then out, then in, then out... which I'm contractually bound to do.

I discovered peanuts, in that I saw Toast eating them, and wanted them, but I was not allowed to have them unless they are crushed and shoved into my kong in the form of a butter substance.

When I eat all of the goodies out of my bowl and leave the kibble, I must hide the bowl under my blanket to keep monsters from eating it.

Nothing to see here monster, no kibbles left

Bleeder bought a huge rug that is suppose to "wick" the dirt and mud from my paws, but it's very comfortable, so whatever.

Today was Waffle Sunday, but I got a bit snappy with Toast and had to wait for him to finish, then Bleeder made me do tricks to get my half of a waffle. In case you haven't figured it out, Bleeder is the strict one. 

She's got all these rules, specifically ones about DEWM claws on her skin and NO BITEY. I'm learning. I mean, at least when I pretend to listen, I get cheese, or a treat, or special scritches. 

Pretty boring actually. No exciting adventures or anything. Still stalking squirrels, but I'm waiting for them to become fat and complacent in the spring. Speaking of spring... still waiting for that to arrive.