Bath Trauma

Jake's 1st Bath

 Licking off the cleanliness

The dog who loves to swim, did not like his bath. He was shaking and trying to escape the entire time. I was just as wet when we were done. 

Up next - trimming nails...

Christmas Wrap

Wrapping presents is fun!!

It's A Wonderful Life

Hi Everybody! It's been a while since I've gotten in a good blog. That's because SOMEBODY has been hogging the computer, let the battery run low on the camera, and didn't clear the flash card in the camera to make room for new photos. Really...

Mom doesn't think I need to blog about every trip to the dog park, romps with my pals, and backyard surveillance activities. I completely disagree! I make new friends every time I go to the dog park and have played with all kinds of dogs - a great dane, saluki, deerhound, beagle, labs, mixed breeds, and many others. How is that not super exciting?

I've been playing with my buddy Leo who lives on the other side of the fence. We usually play in his yard. He's loads of fun to run and wrestle with. And mom seems very happy when I get home and plop on the couch for the next few hours.

The squirrels in my yard are a thorn in my side. I bark when I go outside to let them know this is MY yard and they are not welcome. When they're in my yard I chase after them. Little buggers usually run up a tree where I can't reach them. Some day...

This is me keeping my eye on the chipmunks in the fall:

Last week Jeff "dogsat" Chloe and me. I love playing with Jeff. He's my buddy and is a good tug partner.  

I'm also learning how to be more patient, but it's still really hard. We work on "obedience" a lot. I'd rather play.

Selective Hearing

So I ask Jake:

Why is it that you can hear Chloe's meds clanking in her med box and me turn the lid on the peanut butter jar, but you can't hear me call you when you need to come inside?

He sits down next to me and lets out a hearty belch.

'Nuff said.  That's my dog...

Food

Mom's food always smells so good, but she doesn't share. She says when I get a job and do the grocery shopping I can buy whatever I'd like to eat. For now, it's kibble in a bowl.

I'm not appreciating the sarcasm.

RIP Tigger

In memory of Tigger, stuffed toy of Jake.

In the world of Siberian Huskies, stuffed animals are toys to be de-stuffed.  Long life spans of even the best stuffed friends are rare.

Tigger lasted about 5 times longer than Eeyore.  He was brought out of the kennel multiple times per day to play tug or for companionship.  He was a great toy and killer of a find at Good Will. It makes me sad to see Tigger go.  Jake will roll with the punches and find another item to de-stuff (preferably one that he is allowed to destroy).

Being a G-rated blog, I won't post photos of the limp, cloth carcass or white fluffy stuff strewn across the floor.

Thanks for the good times, stuffed Tigger.

Love My Squeaky Toy

It has a GREAT squeaker.  Perfect for tug.  Love it!