Gotcha Day and Photos

 Yesterday was my "gotcha day" as Bleeder calls it. One year ago I was ripped from my cosy home, separated from my mom and siblings, driven to Merryland and made my home with Bleeder and Toast.

Then

Now

My how time flies in dog years.

I thought that the reason B & T were trying to play with me a lot was part of the anniversary celebration. B held my new chewbone for me in the lazy way that she does.

Then we all went out and played toss/tug with my favorite toy that I'm not allowed to play with inside... something about swinging it wildly near a very expensive TV. 

I was distracted by flying geese

Then they put my harness on me and I thought "OOOH we're going for a ride or walk!" Every time they take me out front, I expect a car ride. Sometimes we just go for a walk, which is good too, but I REALLY love car rides, so I just automatically head for the car hoping we're going for a ride... this time, I got to go for a ride! I helped Toast navigate, even though I didn't know exactly where we were going.

10 and 2 on the wheel, nice form Toast

We went to some place called Annapolis and once we got there, we walked around some parking lot for a while. It was pretty hot, and seeing how I've been having some gastro problems from eating things I shouldn't be eating in the yard (what exactly is a "trash panda", because that's what they keep calling me and I feel that it isn't a nice thing), they kept insisting that I "go poopy" before I entered the building. Bleeder also encouraged me to pull on the harness on the concrete, something about filing my razor sharp talons down a bit. 

Once I did my business and got some water and seemed a bit calmed down, we went into a building and I got to meet the nicest guy! He had a lovely bowl of fresh bottled water ready for me, and scritched me in all the right places. I didn't even jump up on him, I was the best behaved pupper in all of Merryland (much to the shock of Bleeder and Toast). His name was David and he's a photographer, one of the best, according to B&T. He has photographed all of the puppers on the wall of our house and pretty soon, I will adorn that wall as well, although the wall is pretty full so I get to be on my own wall above Bleeder's computer, which I think is fitting.

Anyway, I digress. David allowed me to sniff everything in the reception area, and there were some very lovely sniffs in there. All sorts of sniffs. Then we went back into the dark photography area and I got to inspect everything in there while the three of the humans discussed all things photography and gave me some time to get used to the strange fabric wall/floor thing, all of the strange lights things, and reflector things, and the other things. There were so many things to sniffs.

I got some water, and some cookies and sniffed while they talked, then I got to go outside and pee again. The only room I couldn't thoroughly sniffs was the office area because Bleeder said that was rude, but I tried several times. Then we all gathered in the photography room again and this time I had to sit in between B & T and look at David, which I did, but then a flash went off and I was kind of "I'm not sure about that crap", so I got a cookie and the flash went off a few more times to get me used to the flash and then it was all, meh. So after more bribes and sitting, sometimes I'd lay down, but I'd always lay down with my back to the flash thing, which apparently isn't how you do it. We would take some breaks to allow David to show B & T the photos he had captured. Apparently B & T were the problem, sometimes their glasses slid down, or they were moving. I, on the other hand, am very photogenic and looked gorgeous in all of the photos.

I started to get bored and we all know what happens when a husky gets bored, so we moved the gear outside to a little piece of grassy area. I, of course, found lots of things to gnaw on... once again the "trash panda" reference. We sat in the grass for a bit while more photos were taken and around this time I had enough, and apparently so did David because we milled around looking at the results... well, Toast did, I was dragging Bleeder around looking for interesting things to not be able to eat, and then we went back inside, said our good-byes and we drove home.

It was EXHAUSTING.

I was so tired that I fell asleep on Bleeder and she ate ice cream without me even knowing. ICE CREAM!

Apparently we will wait a bit and then go watch a presentation of all of the pictures once David fixes the little glitches, and by little glitches I mean human imperfections because I'm perfect, and then choose the pictures we'll have printed/framed.

So, if you are EVER in Annapolis, you must make an appointment with David Anderson and have him take your photo! He also has tasty treats that he bribes you with. Of course, once mine is ready I will share the results with you. I can't wait!

Disappointments

 I'm NOT thrilled with this Merryland state! The lack of snow is appalling, and the people that predict this appalling weather need to be clawed and feathered.

Here I was, all ready for 1-3 inches of the glorious powdery goodness and what did we get? Rain. Not only rain, which I don't like because it goes right into my ears, but sideways rain. Then it was sideways rain with bits of hard ice particles, that also went into my ear, and I refused to go outside during that. Then what did we get? FINALLY fluffy flakes of snow fell from the sky... only to melt in all the water and ice pellets. When the wind picked up and started flinging shards of ice off of the trees, Bleeder refused to let me out or go outside with me... I don't blame her actually, it was stupid outside.

So, nothing, we got nothing. Just some falling snow that was pretty, and then ice. I like ice. My outdoor water bowl was a giant ice cube this morning and that was fun, but it's cold out, which means Toast and Bleeder are not inclined to go out and play with me. They said this week it will be warmer and they'll play... but I don't want to play when it's warm!  Maybe my walks will resume. I hope so. 

I'm also told that I get to go on a special car ride next weekend and it's not to the vet. Apparently Toast and Bleeder will get all fancy dressed and take me to a photography studio for the traditional family portraits. That should be fun. They will both be wear long sleeves to hide the claw marks and blood.

Speaking of claw marks, I'm being trained to have my feet in a "hold". It requires a lot of treats and patience (Bleeder has the treats, the patience part... eh). It also requires that the snippy clippers are held near my feet, and I know where this is leading to... the trimming of my razor-like talons, specifically my DEWM claws (Toast and Bleeder call them the claws of DEWM for my innate ability to use them to rip through fabric and flesh). I've chiseled them into tiny machetes that will gut a caribou with one swipe, if I should ever meet a caribou, that is... it would also be lethal to those horrible squirrels, but I like to think big. 

My DEWM claws were not removed when I was a baby, and Bleeder tried to get them hacked off during my spay, but I don't have floppy DEWM claws, my DEWM claws are sunk in with concrete and rebar and are there to stay and would require a pretty extensive surgical procedure, so I got to keep them... much to Bleeder's disappointment. I like my DEWM claws and I know how to use them to get my way. 

Here are some gratuitous pictures of me this week, being adorable and the prettiest princess in the land.

Woke Bleeder up at 0330 so I could nap on the couch

Making sure the neighbor dogs don't eat my squirrels before I do

Taking a nap near the DON'T TOUCH THOSE while Bleeder does something stupid

What do you mean this stick isn't trade up cheese worthy?

My puppy blanket is comfy

Uneventful

 It was a pretty uneventful week.

I destroyed my penguin, then got guardy about it, so penguin travelled to Antarctica by way of the trash can.

Bleeder was late with the foodables, so I helped myself.

Pancake Sunday was nice, but Toast takes his sweet time giving me my share.

Played "fetch" a lot. I've trained Bleeder to go to the return spot, but Toast doesn't know the rules yet and expects me to come to him... silly Toast.

I enjoyed the weather, it was hot, cold, hot, cold, hot, snaining, cold, hot, raining, cold, miserable, nice... I tend to agree with Bleeder that this state is wonky.

I stalked the squirrels... not showing any of that video. Stupid squirrels, I'll show them one day.

I did NOT sniff the things on the shelves or try to climb on them as much as Bleeder claims

I tried to clean under the stove for possible cheese droppings, but Bleeder wouldn't get out of my way.

The automatic feeder was repaired. I sorta broke it and caused it to dump ALL OF THE FOODS in one serving and then not shut off. I did not see this as a problem, but apparently Toast was not happy. Now I have to wait for it to dump my foods, and then require that a small sprinkle of cheese be added to it before I will deem it appropriate. I'm also not happy that it measures things exactly so I don't get nearly as much as when lazy Bleeder used a scoop and plopped it in the bowl.

Today, because Bleeder says I become "over stimulated" which is code word for "typical husky play that causes bandaids to be applied" I am being "trained" and rewarded for doing things like "not making her bleed", or "not stomping on her when she's on the couch", or "not torpedoing Toast in THAT SPOT". Something about positive reinforcement. Hey, if it gets me treats, I'm all in.

Excuse me, I have to go "sit" and look cute because I want a Zukes salmon treat.

The Aliens are Constantly Tracking Me

 Hey everyone, it has come to my attention (thanks to Bleeder constantly reminding me) that a lot of dog custodians are inquiring about tracking their dogs.

Frankly I think it's a bit intrusive, but no more intrusive that Toast and Bleeder's annoying Alexa wiretap in the house that only gets asked what packages are arriving, or what the weather is and randomly butts into conversations or plays random horrible music.

I digress. Toast did extensive research into the various and sundry tracking devices, created an Excel spreadsheet, did a PowerPoint presentation (that Bleeder totally slept through), and decided on the Fi Smart Dog Collar.

Why this one and not that one? Well, because it's really cool

The cheaper "tag" thing relies on strangers with iPhones to turn on tag tracking to report your location if you get out of eyeshot of your humans. Frankly, those tag things are turning into a PR nightmare as more and more people are finding them hidden in their coats and cars and good lord who wants that?

Other trackers rely on batteries that don't last very long and are a pain to charge/change batteries, plus aren't as accurate.

So, this is not a gratuitous looking for freebies post on the Fi, it just works well, has some cool bonuses, and looks stunning around my neck. I will try to explain how it works and why it is cool, in common dong lingo.

First, here is how it works. In a nutshell (from a squirrel that will be mine soon if it doesn't stay off my deck), the collar signal boings off satellites, then the collar sends a signal to a cell tower, which boings to your phone. It also has a "home base" which is the charger, that pings your collar and can detect when you've left your "area", thus giving your humans an as it happens notification as you dig under your fence and run like the wind.

The battery lasts a LOT longer than others, but does require charging. Since I am rendered nude when I'm in my crate, it gets plopped on the charger while I languish with my kong, chew bone in my crate.

You get the Fi, a collar, and a charger. The collars are very nice, but I'll warn you, the two that I've had (outgrew my first) have stained my furs, so if you have a very picky owner that throws you out on the show circuit, that might not be cool with them, but the stain gets removed with sufficient dirt and rain... probably something you snooty show dogs never experience... you should... go roll in a dead thing now, you'll thank me later.

The app is really cool, but is kind of annoying to me. It has a step tracker. Hoo boy, Toast and Bleeder are really into making sure I get my steps in and check it constantly to make sure I'm moving. It tracks my sleep, naps, and exercise. It also rates me against other dogs, other huskies, other puppies my age, dogs in my state, and dogs in my area. No pressure there at all. Currently I'm #53 of all dogs in Baltimore, and #769 in all dogs in Maryland. There is a live view, you can post pictures of yourself, and interact with other pups. If I escape, it'll show Bleeder and Toast a map of where I'm at, within 7 ft. and tracking my every move, and my Fi device flashes red to tell people that I'm gallivanting without supervision. Notification is instantaneous upon leaving my little area. It has, once or twice, notified them that I've left the yard, causing them to sprint out back where I'm lounging on the deck totally oblivious.

Want stories... you can read them here, and yep... most of them are husky owners.

So, yes, you will need to pay a monthly cell phone subscription fee for the Fi device... because that's how it works, it's like my own little phone, except I can't post adorable Instagram pictures of me, I still have to rely on that lazy Bleeder, and the ones she does post... eeesh, come ON!

The collars are VERY sturdy as well, and has a clippy thing for your dog tags, and a sturdy metal buckle.

Heavy duty clippy clip thing

Bleeder woke me up from a nap to take this... seriously?

They have different types of stylish collars you can purchase if you don't like the one that comes with the kit. I have no first hand knowledge as to whether they'll stain your furs or not.

Bleeder and Toast REALLY like the peace of mind of this system. When we go for walks it'll track your walk and display a little map of where you've gone. It'll tell you that you left with your human, and notify your family members that you've left the house with one of your humans (as opposed to flinging yourself over the fence after that annoying squirrel that taunts you), but it keeps everyone notified of your whereabouts. 

If you do decide to get one, check with Bleeder first, as they have a code to give you to get you and me some freebies and stuff for the referral. 

Tell them Casey sent you... they probably won't know who I am, but you should tell them because everyone needs to know who I am.

Casey.

Squirrels

 Hey, taking a break from the snow. Yes, it's snowing! It's not accumulating, but there's snow. I'll take what we can get seeing how it was in the 60's for two days.

Bleeder likes the warmer weather. We spent a lot of time sitting on the deck stalking the squirrels. Despite the fact that it's warm, Bleeder still suits up in her protective clothing because sharp claws and fangs, play rough, blood yadda yadda, whatever. Her protective clothing also makes her camouflaged and a perfect spotter for squirrels. She hates them as much as I do.

One time we walked out of the house to find TWO SQUIRRELS having a party on the deck. The chase was on and it was close, very close. Bleeder was cheering me on, especially when one squirrel couldn't decide which tree to run to and I could almost taste that fluffy tail.

The other time there was a squirrel on the fenced "NO NO POISON IVY CARPENTER ANTS EVERYTHING WILL KILL YOU" tree. The great thing about that tree is that the squirrels can't jump to other trees from it, so they're trapped if they go there and have to run to another tree to escape, plus they have to figure out how to get through the fencing. It slows them down JUST ENOUGH for me to narrowly get them. Very exciting!

Here is an attempt that was thwarted by the yappy neighbor dogs (I curse them)

Here is a squirrel just BRAZENLY sitting on the fence with its back to me... I made it clear that it wasn't wanted on the fence.

I see you up there!!!

Bleeder didn't feel well today because the weather makes her head explode, and then there was a slight "incident" this week where I happened to be jumping on the bed at the same time she was leaning over, and there was this crunching noise and blood, but she assures me that this was only the 6th time she's broken her nose, therefore I guess it's some kind of routine. That will teach her to lean over when I'm leaping. She's better now, and I got to lick her mac and cheese bowl clean.

Plus, today is clean sheets day AND PANCAKE SUNDAY!  Toast has discovered the secret to big, fluffy pancakes (something about egg whites, folding, blah blah, whatever) so today I got to share his maple syrup and butter covered fluffy pillowy pancakes.

Yes, I too would like pancake

He took his sweet time doling them out to me though

Um, hello... starving here!

Ahem... there's clearly two piece of my side that are getting cold...

When I'm not cleaning dishes, eating pancakes, changing the sheets, chasing squirrels, playing, eating my food, helping with laundry, or the myriad of other chores I perform around here... I get the skritches and watch tv with Bleeder.

Such a rough life I lead... oh and I got two new ring chasing things for outdoors... I love my ring chasing things... except now that I have two new ones, I like my ripped up foam ball better. Gotta keep them on their toes.

Have a good rest of the weekend.

Casey

Pancake Sunday and Other Sundries

 Sundays are for pancakes, and I get my very own pupcake that Bleeder hand feeds me while Toast is eating his stack. I have since learned to demand a dip of maple syrup on mine, as pupcakes are a tad dry, but tasty nonetheless.  When my stash runs out, there's always Toast stash, as he's a slow eater.

Excuse me, I see some pancakes on your plate

Bleeder, why isn't Toast sharing?

That's better. Good Toast, mmm, butter and maple syrup

Bleeder doesn't like pancakes, so she then makes a toast croissant with cheese and ham... which I don't get any, but she does let me lick the crumb plate afterwards. Bleeder is very selfish.

Once again I had to spend time in my crate as another stranger came to the house and did things, but the end result is that we now have a backyard light that illuminates the entire back yard.  I'm torn about this as it was fun stalking any wayward woodland creatures that happened to venture into my territory at night, and it also means Toast and Bleeder can see me stalking and doing sketchy things at night. The good part is that now Toast and Bleeder can come outside and play with me when it gets dark without falling into my gigantic holes, twisting brittle bones on my vast yard toy collection, and not run into trees.  Of course that means the fun of watching them stumble about, and jump on them when they fall is over. Sigh.

They also had an automated po-po cleaner installed. Seriously? They have tongues. They are so LAZY!

I got some new squeaker balls!

I like to peel them and then grab them by the peel and fling them violently at expensive electronics, walls, glass, and heads. Great fun!

I also help with the house work. I'm a professional laundry working dog. I go downstairs to supervise the putting in of clothes. Then I go downstairs to supervise the putting of wet clothes into the rotating warm box. Then I supervise the clothes being taken out of the rotating warm box and into a basket (grabbing booties and small items that fall out and racing through the house refusing to relinquish them), then I get a cookie for the sock and then I'm gated out of the bedroom during the folding of the clothes due to my knack of snagging another bootie and repeating the process and getting a cookie.

Last week was "clean sheets" night, so the sheets got changed. They were perfectly good sheets. I only stomped on them with muddy feet once, so I don't know why they needed to be changed.

These sheets are perfectly fine Bleeder, stop being so picky

Casey

How I Spent My Birthday

 I turned 1 year old on Friday. It wasn't the party I had planned.

I was expecting some cake, balloons to chase and pop, perhaps a squirrel jumping out of the cake to chase and pop... or is that a weasel, either way, a furry creature jumping out of a cake that I could chase and pop would have been on my list of things to do at my party. Other puppies would have been nice. It's fun to share cake, weasel jumping out of cake popping with other puppies... except I wouldn't share my sticks, or other toys with other puppies. I don't even share those with Bleeder and Toast, which explains why some of my toys have disappeared, but anyways... I didn't get any of that.

I had to sit in my crate for four long hours with a single stuffed kong bone and a chew bone because instead of pooping outside like normal beings, the humans had to have the floor under their porcelain water bowl replaced.

Note the ghastly 80's tile and Bleeders lack of attention to detail and laziness on painting behind things

I was able to come out once on a leash to sniff the repair guy, who was very nice and knew how to deal with the excited leaping of a 1 year old birthday girl just happy to get SOME attention on her birthday.

Apparently there's more work to be done, so the porcelain bowl has to be gated off to keep it from running away and the nice man is coming back Monday to finish the gig.

I mean, come on, check out the total laziness paint job there. Can't be bothered to move a cabinet Bleeder?

Appropriately shamed, Bleeder painted the wall.

It looks weird because the paint isn't dry, it looks normal now

Also appropriately shamed, Bleeder went grocery shopping and bought me some new toys. I now have a pig and a crinkly ball.

DIE PIG!!!!

Bleeder and Toast also played with me a lot outside, and Bleeder suited up and let me leap and jump on her, so that was fun.

It's still too frozen to dig holes, all of the tasty things are frozen to the ground, and there's no snow, so we've been doing a lot of inside play. I also go downstairs to help with the laundry, but they won't let me come downstairs to supervise their going to the bathroom in the downstairs porcelain bowl. All I hear is a lot of complaining about having to go downstairs to do that... seriously? They make me run down the deck stairs to my spots every time and they can't be bothered to walk down a flight of stairs? How about going in the yard with me? It's dark out there... and cold... and sometimes there's a disturbing po-po breeze... try that sometime!

There are new interlopers in my yard. Bleeder calls them "doves", and they appear to be stupid, so I think I stand a good chance at getting one of them.

I'll let you know when I nab one. I'm not sharing that with anyone.

It's NOT Cold

 I have no idea what's up with Bleeder and Toast constantly complaining about being cold. It's NOT cold!

Sure, the snow was nice and chilly and fun to lay on. The ice is nice and chilly and fun to lay on. The deck is nice and chilly and fun to lay on, but I wouldn't call it cold! 

Currently (according to Bleeder) it is 14 degrees, with expected snow/ice/rain/thunderstorms/howling winds/and certain doom. I call all that fun!

The only thing I don't like about cold weather is that the ground freezes and I can't dig holes. I started a great hole the other day, I can lay in it! Bleeder thinks I'm digging her grave, that's what she calls it as she tries to fill it in, but I'm right there, digging it back out again, getting covered in glorious dirt and mud. I'm a working breed, I have jobs. This hole is my job. Bleeder would have taken a picture of it, but something about having to take off her gloves and it was too cold. She's such a freakin wimp.

It's like when I'm about to come inside. I HAVE to bring something in from outside. I trade non-edible items for a piece of cheese or other treat. The price of the treat depends on what Bleeder or Toast deem the item is worth. Rocks usually get me cheese. Sticks may get me a pupparoni snack, or sometimes nothing except the vacuum comes out to suck up the bits after I'm done ripping it apart. The things I get to "keep" are large hunks of ice.

tasty

crunchy

Bleeder gets all anxious because sometimes it takes me a while to find the perfect thing to bring inside, which means the door is open, and according to her "I'm not paying to heat the entire world, pick your thing and get inside!"

Once they are inside, they are placed in my outside water bowl that is currently inside. Typically when they aren't looking, I'll get it out of my inside outside water bowl and place it in the direct path of their bare feet so it can melt. Speaking of which... perhaps if they would grow some feet fur they wouldn't be cold all the time.

Me modeling my inside outside water bowl

My other grievance is that the Roomba attacked me. It ATTACKED ME! I've learned my lesson and I don't attack the Roomba any more (sorta) when it's crawling through the house, and I certainly don't (lately) pee in front of it, which sends it back to its home quickly. I was just minding my own business, taking a nap, letting it do it's stupid thing and boom, it tried to bite my leg.

WHAT THE FLUFF??

I could have ripped it to shreds, or peed on it and would have been justified with defending myself, but no, I'm a good puppy, I'm a pretty little princess, and I just moved to another napping spot, but I tell you what, that was a great napping spot, all nice and floofed up and the stupid Roomba ruined it.

Bleeder made my favorite last night: grilled cheese. I don't actually get a grilled cheese, I get my own special cheese broken into little bits as I supervise the cooking of the actual grilled cheese.

Excuse me Ma'am... cheese tax

Despite the fact that I'm actually working and supervising, Bleeder makes me work for my cheese (it's never enough with her), and requires me to "give paw". I'm not a big fan of having my feets touched, but there's cheese, so we all have to make sacrifices. I do the bare minimum of "paw giving" and paw touching as possible, which Bleeder and Toast think is adorable. Hey, whatever makes you happy and gets me treats, have a ball.

Well, I have to get back to napping now, I'm saving up all of my energy for the big snow, rain, ice, thunderwind thing coming around 3pm human time today. I will be dragging Bleeder and Toast outside for a rousing game of hypothermia and frostbite ball chase.

Casey

It's SNOW TIME!

 SNOW!!!! GLORIOUS SNOW!!!!

Why didn't anyone tell me about this wonderful snow stuff???

Initially it wasn't that impressive... but it was cold, and squishy, and glorious, but then!

There was more snow (and squirrels) and it was cold, squishy, refreshing, and glorious and then..

No, I don't care to come inside, I'm fine

Snow is very tiring though

But then I recharge and go out again, and chase snow balls and pounce on them

My outside water bowl was encrusted in the wonderful snowy goodness, so I dragged it inside and dumped it out on the carpet. For some odd reason, Toast and Bleeder was not a fan of this action, and the liquid sucker was brought out, but I managed to eat a lot of the slush before that happened.

Then I napped some more

Bleeder said that she didn't have enough warm winter clothes to wear outside while we played... and when I say "play" I mean I run around like a scalded weasel while she makes funny noises and waves her arms, and then I get up a good head of steam and leap up and body slam her. I think it's fun, she mutters something about a broken hip and a walker, so I take that as a fun vote from her as well.

Anyway, boxes arrived, I sniffed them to make sure they were safe, and I may have sampled a corner or two to be extra careful, and inside were some new fluffy boots that look like squeaky toys and will be chewed as soon as I have some spare time, and the most amazing smelling gloves. Bleeder says they are made of deerskin, but I don't care, they smell tasty, and every time she puts them on... I can't stop myself, I must lick them, and frankly I would eat them if given the chance. This makes playtime even more fun because now I body slam her, and I leap at the gloves.

Just when I was enjoying myself, the snow started melting and that made me very sad, but then a wonderful thing happened... it snowed AGAIN!

I keep bringing the snow inside in hopes that if the outside snow melts, I'll have some inside snow to tide me over until we get more outside snow.

The inside snow doesn't last long, especially since Bleeder takes it away and puts it into the sink, but I'll keep trying to sneak some in. I don't have long to hoard more snow because I'm told that tomorrow its supposed to warm up and rain. Lots of rain. Like lots and lots of stupid rain to wash my beautiful snow away. But then there will be mud... mud is fun. I like mud.

Bleeder bought two of these huge mittens to dry me off when it rains. She feels that her hands will be safer encased in the floof, as I tend to get a little wild when I'm dried off and nothing will save that paper thin skin of hers when I get excited!  I'll let you know how that goes.

Casey

Walking in a Muddy Wonderland

 Have I mentioned that it is 60 degrees and raining here?

I'm a northern breed, a working dog, a sled dog. This weather is NOT what I signed up for. I was told there would be snow, and some snow, and cold. I like the cold. 

I do have to admit, I like digging in the mud, but I'm not fond of the "rough towel" treatment when I come inside. I don't understand what the big deal is. I'm all muddy. 

It will literally fall off of me if  I just run around the house, so what's with trying to smother me with a big towel?

Bleeder got online last night and ordered one of these things, it's like a giant shammy mitten

I have my doubts, but it does look like it would be fun to shred.

Speaking of shred, I'm no longer allowed to have fluffy squeaky toys. Apparently I turn into a possessive monster and won't let them "give" from me. I don't let them give because they TAKE and then I don't see it for days, all because I try to eat the velcro, the eyes, bits of string, the fluff, the squeaker... so unfair. I try to let Bleeder know that I want my fluffies by leaping and clawing her while she sits at the computer chair, then I go and stare at the cupboard where they are kept, but she says no... if I persist, she shows me the evil squirt bottle... something about bleeding, bruising, and holy crap get off me. She's so high maintenance and fragile.

Bleeder has been home a lot for the "howlidays". I'm not sure what these "howlidays" are, but I have enjoyed having full-time Bleeder access to let me in, out, in, out, play with me, claw, claw, leap, attack.

 She mentioned something about going back to work tomorrow... I'm not for that, and I'm pretty sure neither is she, but she also mentioned something about snow tomorrow. I'm also skeptical about that, since it's SIXTY degrees right now!

The BEST thing about the Howlidays is the snacks. Plenty of snacks.

Popcorn snacks with Toast

Chip snacks with Toast

Cookie snacks from Grandma

More popcorn snacks with Toast

We won't mention  how I was attacked by birds, but just know... they are very loud when they all take off at the same time, so I just wanted to run away to plan a better attack strategy... I wasn't scared... nope.

Casey