What's Happening

 Hey everyone,

It's been the usual around here, I mean other than I was driven to the vet for my annual shots and the technicians RIPPED my precious claws off. Fine, they just trimmed them, but it was traumatic. I didn't feel it necessary to scream bloody murder though. The technicians are nice and give me treats.

Here I am a year ago waiting for my appointment

'Scuse me, am I next? I have places to be

Here I was the other day

Ahem, Can we hurry this up? I have places to be

You can see, I've grown a bit, and I'm floofier. Why two leashes? Well I have a collar leash and a harness leash because my owners are feeble and need some form of braking system to keep me from dragging them into a busy highway.

Now that the weather is getting nicer, I spend my time gutting my favorite ball on the deck.

It's getting just perfect, but Bleeder insisted on getting me two others that are fun for chasing, but when it comes to a good rage chew, you can't beat the gutted ball.

Toast had to put on his pants the other day and leave all day. I do not like this. 

Toast! I know you're putting pants on, STOP THAT!

Although I'm fine in my crate, I do demand some looking out the window time, and some lounging on the deck snooping on the neighbors time, and then undivided attention time, and throw this ball for me time, so this better be a one time thing (I'm told it is not, and will be more frequent).

Hey, I just realized that you have probably been sitting at your computer, or staring at your phone on the toilet (like Bleeder does, and frankly nobody needs that much time to poop) so you need to get up and get a GOOD STRETCH in... ready...

That's better. Now where was I?

Tip of the day: get your human to put a pillow on their lap and then lounge on them. Make sure you shove your front feet into their chest forcefully. They really like that. Very comfy.

Make sure the pupparazzi isn't lurking during your private Toast time... yell at them.

Yesterday was very nice, so Toast and Bleeder came out to sit on the deck with me, watch the stupid squirrels, judge the yappy neighbor dogs, swat at random BEES DON'T EAT THE BEES, and relax.

It was very peaceful and relaxing.

Until Bleeder discovered something.

She started stealing my floof. MY FLOOF! Something about "plucking season". I cultivated that floof for a reason and now she's just randomly pulling my tufts out.

She also mentioned something about "combing", and I'm sure blood will flow.

Wayback Machine - The Wedding

 Well everyone, Bleeder suggested that since my predecessors lived in a time before the interwebs, that I spend some time learning about them and giving them some space on the blog. I'm all about sharing, just as long as I get some cheese in trade, so... FINE!

Remember, this all happened 34 years ago (that's 238 in dog years), so Bleeder's recollection may be a bit... foggy.

Bleeder and Toast were dating and talking of marriage. Toast was a United States Marine, and Bleeder had recently been honorably discharged from the United States Air Force, (and how they met is another bizarre story for another time) and got a cozy ground floor 1 bedroom apartment, and as a wedding gift to Toast, an adorable Siberian Husky named Nikki.

All they wanted was a quick civil ceremony with a reception of close friends, but there was a bit of an issue with setting a date for the wedding.

1. Toast's parents wanted to fly across the states from the West Coast to attend the wedding. We told them we would let them know a date. Bleeder's parents were all "well, just let us know, or not, whatever".
2. The USMC was undergoing an Inspector General (IG) inspection and didn't want any more paperwork to deal with, so they politely asked (ordered) him not to get married until after the IG inspection was completed.

Another detail was, if we didn't get married by the 15th, we couldn't file the paperwork and not get the Basic Allowance for Quarters (BAQ) which would pay the rent. So people always ask "why did they pick the 14th of April?" Well, they didn't, that just happens to be the day the IG inspection completed. So around 2pm it was done, so there was rushing around to get dressed up, gathering of witnesses and a hurried dash to the Annapolis courthouse before it closed to officially file the paperwork they had already pre-filed.

Bleeder grabbed the only dress she owned, Toast got into all his USMC finery and off they went, thankfully before closing time. They sauntered through the court house through the line of convicts in hand cuffs, and had to wait for the couple dressed in leather, and then it was their turn.

They both laughed at the "for richer or poorer" part because how much poorer could they get? About the only thing they had in the fridge was some hamburger, an onion, and some condiments.

Then it was a quick stop at the liquor store to pick up a keg (because Bleeder and Toast are all about swanky) and back to the apartment to prepare for the guests. The guests pretty much consisted of a LOT of Marines ready to celebrate the end of the IG inspection... oh, and that wedding thing, and a few USAF friends.

Nikki had a ball with all of her new friends, but the party was nearly de-railed when it was announced that something was wrong with the keg. People kept having to pump it, and they thought the hose had a leak or something, but then they noticed that once it got pumped up, a certain devious husky would walk up to it, nuzzle the dispenser, and drink the beer that came out. By this time she was sloppy drunk, dancing with a lamp shade on her head, and telling everyone that she loved them.

While they were dealing with drunk puppy, the phone rang and a high ranking Marine answered the phone, said "he can't come to the phone right now, he just F'ng got married" and hung up. Remember Issue #1 above? 

Yep, Toast's mother had called... before Toast could call her back, the phone rang again and the high ranking Marine yelled "STFU his mother's on the phone" for ALL to hear... including Toast's mother... so that's how they found out about our marriage (off to a great start there). So there was THAT conversation.

Meanwhile the guests were passing around the onion to take a bite of, and Bleeder and Toast have no idea what happened to the hamburger and condiments. Despite their attempts to keep the Nikki lush away from drinks, she soon found that if she looked adorable, the guests would put their cups on the floor to pet her and... when they found her staggering around looking for her car keys proclaiming she was fine to drive, they put her in her crate to sleep it off.

The party went on through the night, only one neighbor came to complain about the noise but when faced with an apartment filled with Marines, they congratulated the happy couple and left.

The next morning Nikki walked around sullenly wearing sunglasses, and begging Toast and Bleeder to "keep it down". By noon she was back to her crazy self.

She still loved a good beer now and then, but only in moderation.

What's in a Name

 Toast and Bleeder had a small list of names for me before they met me. After they met me, they didn't feel like any of them fit, so it was on a bathroom break at a Walmart on their drive home that they came up with Casey, and that's what I'm called (thankfully I'm not named Walmart)... except I'm never actually called Casey unless they are introducing me to someone. "This is Casey". 

At home during my formative year I've been called:

Get out of there

No

STOP THAT

NONONONO ABSOLUTELY NOT

DROPIT

what is in your mouth

get out of the sink

don't eat that

that's not yours

SERIOUSLY?SERIOUSLY?

and my personal favorite: I JUST let you out!

Now that I've matured into a regal, perfectly behaved Siberian Husky... I'm still called all of those things, but now I have some new, more adult names.

Princess Squishy Face. This name came about because my predecessor, Loki, would have a temper tantrum and require Toast or Bleeder to stroke his cheeks (a maneuver known as "sleepy cheeks") to calm him down. I don't like "sleepy cheeks". What I do like is to have my forehead smooshed along with a front of ear scratchy motion. Oh yeah, that's the thing. I can sit there all day for squishy face.

Stompy Dog. Hey, I can't help it if Toast and Bleeder are heavy sleepers, and when a pup has to go out, they gotta go out, even at 0330. So..

If they still won't get up, then a well placed tongue in their ear canal usually propels them out of bed quickly. If THAT doesn't work, I just jump off the bed and give them a 5 count to leap out of bed and let me out because I told you I had to go out, and I've proven that when I gotta go, I'm gonna go, house training be damned, my bladder is only so large.

I'm also quite stompy on the couch because if I want to be where you are sitting, then I'm gonna sit there, and that seems to be when I cause the most band-aids for Bleeder. Something about my sharp talons and her old ginger skin. I looked it up, and apparently it's called "senile purpura", which either means she's old and it's not my fault, or it is caused by old cats, and once again: not my fault. To be honest, she can cut and bruise herself doing the most mundane daily tasks, so I'm just being used to cover for her abject clumsiness.

This week, I'm told, I will be transitioning to big girl food. They've given me a tiny bit of it already to try out and I'm not too sure about it. The kibbles are bigger, which require chewing. I don't know if I can commit to that kind of inconvenience, so we'll see how that works out.

Meanwhile, it is Sunday, which means

You'd better turn those pancakes Toast

Don't listen to Bleeder, you can feed me while you eat, not make me wait until the end.

Casey
 

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. 

 

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