Who's Blue?

So Jake, why did you decide to go near the painted siding after being told "no" 100 times?

It wasn't 100 times - maybe 25.

That wasn't the question.

I didn't go near the paint.

So why is your fur blue?

Halloween is around the corner. I'm trying out costumes. Maybe a smurf?

Who's The Man?

Me!

I'm such a big boy now that mom lets me sleep on the couch at night. When I go in my kennel at bedtime she leaves the door open so I can sleep on the floor or couch if I want. I still like sleeping in my kennel with whale and Tigger though, but don't tell anyone...

The Basement

We have a basement in our house.

I've been down there a couple of times. Mom carried me down. There's lots to explore and it's nice and cool in the summer.

I'm afraid to go down the stairs and into the basement by myself though. I don't get past the first step.

Mom goes down there a lot. I want to follow, but just don't like those stairs. Instead I stretch my head as far as possible to look down to see what she is doing.

Maybe when I'm older it won't be as scary.

Rough Day

Chloe has had a rough 24 hours - more stiff an arthritic than usual, her left side affected more than her right (opposite of the usual), weakness in her back legs, walking sideways rather than having her body aligned, and probably some back and hip pain.  Not a happy puppy.

But after a lighter work-out on the underwater treadmill and laser therapy for pain, she finally seems more comfortable and is sleeping soundly.

Tug

While playing tug with Jake, he missed the toy and chomped my hand.

Eeowww!

Ouch.

Who's That?

Watching the North Wapiti video of sled dogs ready to run stopped Jake in his tracks! He was searching for the barking dogs everywhere. He was ready to run too!

Are You My Mother?

Today Jake met a juvenile cardinal.

For some reason the bird was hopping like a robin rather than flying.  Jake was chasing it around the yard, into bushes, and barking and howling at it.  The bird would just squawk at Jake at the top of its lungs.  If Jake would move away, the young bird would hop off its low perch and run underneath him and scold. Jake never tried to pick the cardinal up or shake it.

To prevent a bad outcome, I rescued the bird and moved it to higher ground. It didn't seem to like that - clenching my finger in its beak (not painful, which I'm sure would not make the bird happy), then flying back down to the ground in another part of the yard. Finally, it hopped through the fence into the neighbors yard.

Oddities of nature.