In Memory of Maggie

Remembering you, Maggie Moo.  The first husky and canine leader of the pack.

 April 1, 1995 - July 8, 2009

My Backpack

Check out the cool reflective stripe on the side.

Today we "hiked" to Dairy Queen.  I got my own ice cream. Yum!

Walking in the Rain

Just came in from a great walk in the rain.  The back yard comes alive with good smells.  The water just rolls off my topcoat and I stay dry.

And mom doesn't like to brush me when I'm wet.

Packin'

Yesterday I got my very own backpack!

With a few adjustments it fit perfectly. I tried it out on a walk with mom & Chloe.

Then mom & I went to the JazzFest. We walked downtown and I carried the water bottles. I'm such a good helper!

(picture to follow)

Puppy Mischief

It seems that some days, once the puppy wakes up, the evil switch goes on.  Restless, mischievous, wily.


Today is one of those days.

Grooming (by Chloe)

I despise grooming - brushing my coat, trimming the fur on my paws. Unnecessary. I'm a natural girl.

Mom sneaks in when I'm sleeping, starts off with a head massage, then pulls out the brush. Very sly. Just cruel, it is.

Adolescence

I believe that a recent growth spurt and surge of hormones has turned my sweet, intelligent puppy into a bumbling idiot.

He barks at random inanimate objects for reasons only known to him.

He's taken to humping his stuffed whale and moose.  On one occasion while going at it, he lost his footing on the slick tile floor, fell to the ground, then lay there. limbs in all directions, with a look of "what just happened?".

He tries to scratch and itch while running which causes him to tumble to the ground.

And he's been trying to climb the trees in order to chase the squirrels.

I hope it's only a phase...