Stripped from the bowels of my friends' Facebook posts and other insanity that comes out of my head

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Pawdicure

 Yesterday was pawdicure day. 

Bleeder has been complaining about how rough my pads were, and that my talons were getting a bit longer and sharper, so we all got our pants on and jumped into my Tesla.

I was very pleased to find a new addition to my swanky ride: a foamy back seat extender!


My foamy back seat extender gives me WAY more room to stretch out, sprawl, and allows me to supervise Toast as he drives without having to stand up, or back legs on seat, front legs on floor. That's not comfortable!


 THIS is comfortable, and I may have napped a bit on the way home. Pawdicures are exhausting. 

I was also the most adorable pupper in the clinic... until that stupid bunny came in, but I wasn't allowed to look at the bunny, be near the bunny, or even think about the bunny. I did get a lot of love and attention from random people, and I didn't even jump up on them.

I didn't want to go into the back room this time, and honestly I just didn't feel like going into the building... something about the scale... I don't want to be weighed. I get judged a lot after it pings up its number. The scale lies.

Bleeder has been watching this guy on the Instagrams and highly recommends that you humans do too. I don't recommend you watch it, as it is nothing but training stuff for dogs. When I say training stuff for dogs, it's not: How to grab that bacon off the counter, or How to get the fridge open to reach the cheese sticks. It's all: How to stop your working breed from working and hauling you down the street on your face while you scream.

The one thing I do agree on is the large amount of treating involved in training. I need to be motivated, what is my motivation... treats. Bleeder does say that I'm behaving much better on leash and she doesn't require a heating pad and Tylenol after we go for walks any more.

Since I was such a good pupper yesterday, and because it is Sunday, it's Pancake Sunday!!


Then I spent the morning eviscerating my squeaky toy. It was a beaver, but I ripped the tail off already.


Don't even think about trying to take it away from me!

Sunday, November 13, 2022

I Hurt Myself

 Hey... I hurt my right front leg. 

Apparently I got a little too exuberant during play this morning, and now I'm limping. Bleeder thinks it's the shoulder. Bleeder thinks I "tweaked" something. Bleeder is a horrible person for not rushing me to the Vet ER for immediate treatment and a McDonalds plain burger on the way home. Toast said "that's what happens when you race through the house like a crazed weasel when the Dyson vacuum comes out". Bleeder mentioned that I probably stepped in one of the millions of little holes I've dig-dugged. I live with monsters.

Sure, I can run down the deck stairs and chase a squirrel without a problem. I can also use it to claw Bleeder when she's not sharing her pop tart quick enough. My only bartering tool is that I'm very stoic about it... when huskies are stoic, it's usually catastrophic, and when it's nothing, we scream like banshees. This makes Bleeder and Toast "concerned", and taking a "wait and see" approach. 

I'm pretty sure, regardless, I'll be making a trip to the vet just to get checked out, but in the meantime I'm milking this for all I can get.

Why don't you go inside and get me a tasty treat since I can't walk


Sunday, November 6, 2022

Leaves

 We seem to be back in summer again as Bleeder keeps turning the A/C on. It's over 70 degrees here and rainy. This isn't what I signed on for. I expect cold and snow.

The one fun thing about this "fall" weather are the leaves. LOTS and LOTS of leaves. There are so many leaves that Bleeder started raking them into these amazingly fun piles that allow me to race into them and spread them all over the place. Bleeder rakes, I frolic. Bleeder rakes, and I zoom, spin, and skitter... and then inhale a leaf and gack it out using the patented, alarming coughing and retching sound that sends Bleeder scurrying over to make sure I'm fine. 



It also doesn't make things any better when Bleeder kicks the leaves at me to attack, they go into my mouth, gack.

I do assist with raking by using my handy ring



Leaves are great places to rip a soccer ball into pieces. It's soft and comforting, and holds the ball in place for that perfect eviscerating action.


When leaves get wet... well, they aren't as fun, but they're still very comfy to lay on... until I come back inside the Bleeder has to towel me off because I'm sopping wet.

I also managed to freak them both out when Bleeder found some crusty gunk on my belly. They thought I had hurt myself, but it was just some dead thing dried gunk, but the funny part is that Bleeder actually smelled it when she picked some of it off. I got distracted with a squeaky toy so she could mop me off with a wet wash rag.

This weekend some work people came to the house and I got to supervise them from my crate. They pulled off my dog door, replaced all of the outside trim, squished stinky caulk around the outside and inside, and then reinstalled my dog door. The last people that did it clearly had no clue how to hang a door as it wouldn't shut right, but my door worked perfectly. Bleeder and Toast are getting used to not having to shove the door open with a big clang, then slam it shut with an even louder clang with half the door top sticking out of the frame for the past 4 months. Bleeder stands and watches the door close in amazement every time, she's crazy and easily amused.

As today was waffle Sunday, I'm a bit sleepy, so if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking a short nap before my pre-lunch skitter.




Sunday, October 23, 2022

Get the Hint

 It has been gloriously cool here in the land of Merry, but no snow yet. Drat.

Since it is nice and cool, it is perfect outdoor play weather.



I attack the bouncing Collieball, then herd it straight at Toast and Bleeder. It's my version of bowling for humans. Toast feels that I would make an excellent soccer goalie.

Bleeder and I play ring chase and tug. She flings, I chase, I nab, I run back, I run into Bleeder, she tries to pull it out of my grippy jaws while I shake my head violently and try to knock her off her feet.

Since Bleeder is quite dense, and needs to be told when I want to play ring, I have to be pretty obvious about it

hint, hint!

Normally I'm allowed downstairs, especially when my services are needed for laundry day. I escort the laundry down the stairs, then I sniff the laundry room, then stick my head into the dryer while Bleeder puts the wet clothes in it, and for my efforts, I get a laundry cookie as payment.

Sometimes I'm not allowed down there, so I must supervise things from the couch.

You sure you can handle things down there ok?

I'm more than happy to eat that garbage so you don't have to take it to the curb.

Of course, it is also grub season, therefore it is time to aerate the yard.

Just the right size to break an ankle. My work here is done

Unlike my predecessors who felt that grubs were a tasty delicacy, I prefer to dig up the grub, then roll on it.

Just a little dab of grub goo behind the ear.

Every evening at 6pm SHARP is pink bone cheese time. I'm pleased to announce that Bleeder has finally mastered the art of cheese stick stuffing into the pink bone that she no longer needs direct supervision, so now I just impatiently wait for it to be delivered to me.

Did you remember to stuff all four sides? Took you long enough.

I need to go take my nap because today is sniffy walk day and I want to be good and rested so I can drag Bleeder down the street again.

- Casey -


Sunday, October 16, 2022

My New Ball

 In their search to find the perfect play toy for me that doesn't require my lazy humans to exert themselves, a new ball showed up in a tiny little box. I was not immediately impressed until they pumped that sucker up, and BOOM!




Introducing my Collieball

It's HUGE! Almost bigger than me, but it's lightweight and bouncy.

Sure, it's intended for herding dogs, and there's nothing wrong with herding dogs other than they really like to herd things, are bossy, and want you to go where they want you to go. I could see where it could be mistaken for a sheep (I'm just making that up so I don't get hate comments from herding dogs... those Border Collies DON'T have a sense of humor).

While I'm not much into herding, I do like attacking, and this is a formidable foe because of its size. I also prefer my balls to bounce, as if it is a smarmy squirrel falling from a tree... a giant, obese squirrel falling from a tree.

BOING

BOING ATTACK

So, I've spent a lot of time doing this


And I've also discovered a new game called: Bowling for Toast


I do think that it needs a squeaky appendage for me to grab so I can fling it around the yard, perhaps a fluffy tail to grab onto and shake really hard. The best part of husky play is the capture and shake, and this ball is so huge, and has a chew proof cover that I'm not able to sufficiently stalk, chase, attack, and kill it... but I'll eventually figure it out.


-Casey-








Monday, October 10, 2022

Must I?

 Bleeder is all... you need to post more, your adoring fans want to see more of your adorableness.. ok, those are my words, she said something different, but I don't pay any attention to what she says.

Well, I'm busy today, I have a jam packed schedule for today:









Now leave me alone, I must nap.

Sunday, February 20, 2022

Damn I totally suck, don't I?

 Holy crap, it's been over a year since I threw anything up here?

Sorry about that, time got in the way, and a new puppy, and life, and 4,000 variants of the Rona, and lack of motivation, lack of oxygen from wearing a mask all the time, plus I blame everything on the vaccine that may or may not work, and blah blah, yadda yadda, home repairs.

Anyhooo...

here's some toons: