I don't want to talk about it

It snowed yesterday.

I was very excited.

This was all of the snow

I was so mad, I came in and pouted with Fashion Fuzzy

This state is ridiculous.

Tug O' War

 My most favorite game in the world is Tug O' War. I love tugging. I love tugging so hard that I pull Bleeder off her feet, then I attack her. It's so much fun.

I'll play tug with anything! The ring toy, balls, squeaker toys, the noodle (it used to be a ring, but I broke it). 

I love chasing things, then running back with it, dangling it just out of their reach to mock them, then feel sorry for them, give them an end and then rip their arms out of their sockets.

I love this game.

Toast got a very long package the other day.

I sniffed it to make sure it was safe (one of my roles is "Homeland Security"), then he opened it up.

It was full of fun paper stuffing! I had a great time ripping that to shreds and strewing it all over the house, but then he took out this long pole and it has a rope on the end! Great fun trying to catch the rope while he was trying to cut the plastic ties on it. Then he pulled out a smaller pole with wings. Ok, that's interesting and not as fun as the pole with the rope, but I'll give it a sniff.

Then we went outside where Toast used a rubber mallet to pound the winged pole into the ground. I helped by sticking my head in the way of the hammer a few times. Don't worry, I was not injured, nor deterred in helping some more.

Finally the winged part was pounded flush with the ground and then an amazing thing happened... the other pole was inserted into the winged pole and I was free to play with the rope on the stick!

GRRRRR I will win this game!

Just to be clear, I'm only allowed to play with the pole under adult supervision, and when supervision complains that it's too cold or they have to go blow their nose, they lift the pole out of the winged pole and take it inside and hide it in the closet.

Since I don't know when to quit, they also limit my tug sessions to about 5 minutes. It's a great cardio workout.

I also get a bit distracted by the stupid birds and squirrels who probably want to steal my new toy.

Now, while this is great fun, it's not the only games I play in the yard. 

There's skitter quickly around the yard and launch my entire body into Bleeder.

There's fetch the ring and run full tilt into Bleeder's legs.

There's goalie, where they bounce a soccer balls, and launch the the ball straight back at Toast and Bleeder.

I also race balls. They throw them, I beat it to the fence line, and then make them walk over and get the ball to throw it again. They tried using multiple balls, but I won't chase just any ball... it has to be the ball I want to chase. Plus it helps exercise the humans (they need it more than I do).

In the meantime... I will rip you out of the ground stupid pole!

How do they know when I've had enough?

Can I have a cookie now?

Bleeder forgot to post the link to this toy in case anyone wants it on Amazon

Bonus Tip: Taking Treats

 Since I blogged a day early, figured I'd give you a little nugget of information on how to take treats.

We all know:

1. If it falls on the floor, immediately gulp it down.
2. If it's on the counter, quietly gulp it down
3. If it's handed to you, treat it like it's an explosive device or a pill, because no person will just hand over something tasty, they'll eat it all for themselves and mock you while they do it.
4. If it is something they're eating and they decide to share, you must make sure you get every crumb, every little piece of it, as you never know when this type of event will occur again.

- Casey

Counter Surfing

 Bleeder and Toast are amazed that I'm not a counter surfing husky... until.

Sure, I tried when I was much younger.

If only I could reach that box...

I continued to try as I got older

Almost there... on my tippy toes

OOOH so close, move your big butt Bleeder

Well, let's just say that I've grown to my full potential, and that potential is that I can now reach things on the counter... things like an entire bag of thinly sliced Provolone cheese the Toast left out on the counter for 3 seconds... unguarded... all alone... calling to me.

Yep, that was a very tasty treat, and in my exuberance, I neglected to leave any for Toast's tasty sammich that he had planned (and was probably not going to share with me, so serves him right).

He ratted me out to Bleeder when she got home. To her credit, Bleeder was not surprised or upset, and chastised Toast for his neglect. I think her exact words were "duh".

I realize that I've given away my game plan and have demonstrated my skills sufficiently to NOT BE TRUSTED ANYMORE. They've both been very careful about leaving tasty foodables on the counter... and the table after I snagged the full bag of Zukes Salmon training treats. My bad, I dragged that almighty bag into the living room for my victory dance and was caught. Note to self: eat it, then celebrate the victory.

Morning Ritual

 For those of you who are fortunate enough NOT to be "friends" with Bleeder on her Facingbooks page, where she complains about me every single day (she tracks in mud, she digs the yard, she brings in and shreds sticks that I have to clean up, she hogs the foot of my bed, she's cold, she's wet, her claws rip my flesh...) so I provide a morning review of her horrific choice of clothing. I think it's only fair.

One of the biggest requests on comments is that they want to see her exact outfits. She's hard to photograph. Not only does she try to hide behind things, but the outfits are just too horrific for the camera, so I've done an artist rendition for you of an actual outfit (one I call "the cheese grater shirt" and the green pants).

I hope you aren't eating anything when you see this:

Horrific. Her method of sock matching involves just reaching in and grabbing the first pair. That's pretty much her stock move for deciding what to wear... what's first on the hanger and first pair of pants on the pile. Shoes... if it's not the fuzzy rubber duck boot things, it's whatever is the least complex to put on (meaning no shoestrings involved). I'm shocked she hasn't worn her slippers in to work... give her time.

Bleeder also likes to buy me random toys that keep me "enriched" and "entertained". I'm perfectly fine batting at her foot 3 seconds after she's done eating to go outside with me so she can wrestle and chase me around the yard on her full stomach.

She found an "interactive" toy about 3 weeks ago and bought it. I would venture to guess that this toy is the most annoying thing in the history of annoying things (worse than people who chew with their mouth open). Get a load of this crap:

(Turn your speakers up for the full annoying affect).

It came inside a little furry pouch with a tail, and any time you smack it around, it makes that annoying sound and scampers all over the place. It was kind of fun the first time around, but then when it wouldn't shut off, and Bleeder can't figure out how to turn it off, coupled with the fact that this thing is a heavy plastic thing that I've chosen to swing around inside like a mace, threatening the very big, expensive TV, broken bones, and carnage... lets just say it didn't last very long as a viable toy.

Bleeder can't turn it off. I think that when she chucked it off the deck into the yard hoping to break it for good, the turning off mechanism is the only thing that broke.

Now she's stuck with it sitting on the kitchen table because she doesn't want to put it in a trash bag, only to have a garbage man think we're monsters and shoved a small animal into the trash... they'll go through the bags and discover we aren't "recycling" everything like we should and we'll go to jail or something.

She did re-use the pouch to put a regular squeaker ball that is fun to chase, attack, and fling around. It's much lighter and bounces off Bleeder's head nicely without causing a trip to the ER for sutures.

Lesson learned, so now she just gets me squeaker toys. Apparently this is my lesson that there are plenty of squeaker toys available to me and I should stop being all guarding and obsessive about one particular well chewed squeaker toy (that I took to bed with me last night for safe keeping).

The only "enrichment" I need is keeping Bleeder on her toes constantly.