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

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.



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.


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.