Dogmic Paw

The Human Assistant says there's something called the Car-mic Wheel.

I don't know what that is.  But maybe there's also a thing called the Dog-mic Paw.

I don't know what that is, either.  But maybe it's, like, you put your paw on my back and somedoggy else will put their paw on your back.

Or you make me wear funny things, somebody else will make you wear funny things.

Remember two posts ago I showed pictures of poor, pathetic Huskies being forced to wear antler headbands?  Well, the Human Assistant got his turn to look dopey too:

Queen	Sam
Mambo	Cheyenne

(Did Cheyenne make a rude sound?  She's debarked.  So she makes strange sounds.  Or is Santa just surprised because he forgot his glasses?)

These are four of the dogs at the shelter.  The ones that the Human Assistant likes best, I guess.  The shelter had an open house. They wanted people to come and donate some money and have a picture taken of their pet with Santa.

Not very many people came.  I think they knew that this Santa is real stingy!  But he donated money to have his picture taken with his buddies.  Not his real buddies!  Which is me.  His shelter buddies.

Although I think he wants to foster Cheyenne.  Which would make her not a shelter buddy anymore.  She's at the house again today!  That makes three times he's brought her here!

She doesn't like being part of the pack.  So we'll see.

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HAPPY  HOWLIDAYS !

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Oh Cur Rences

All summer there was nothing going on.  Except for dopey Mancha coming here.  I still don't understand why the Human Assistant brought her here.

She would jump the fence.  Fine!  Let her go!  But, no.  H.A. would go out front and open the car door.  Mancha would come running and jump in the car.  H.A. would walk her back in the house.

Sheesh.

Either H.A. should have let her go.  Or she shouldn't have come running back.  What sense does any of that make?

Anyway.  Things started happening in the fall.  But would H.A. help me write about them?  No.  So here are the ones I can remember.

October 31	My Gotchaversary
November 2	Mancha adopted !!!
November 2	Sally Violet (Lucy) died
November 10	Alizé's birthday
November 17	Human Assistant's birthday
November 28	Mystique's birthday
December 7 - 9	Cheyenne came for visit
December 12	I'll tell you next time
December 14-16	Cheyenne came for visit
December 17	Colorado seized 100 sled dogs

Here is something coming up.  Be sure to mark your calendars!

December 25

Equation of Time is zero

Here are some notes about these oh-cur-rences:

10/31 - The H.A. says he doesn't quite remember what day my gotchaversary was.  So October 31 is the day he made a page for me at dogster.com.  He says it's also a day when scary things happen.  I don't know what he means by that.

11/2 - We GOT RID OF MANCHA !!!  What a relief!

H.A. says he thinks it will be a good home for her.  Fine, fine.  Whatever!

I mentioned Lucy (Sally Violet) a couple of times ago.  That was sad for people at the shelter, I guess.

11/10 - We know Alizé's birthday pretty close.  We know when she was bought at a pet store, anyway.  So H.A. did something like subtract 10 weeks from that.  Again.  Whatever.

11/28 - It was dopey to bring Mystique here.  But she had fun with Jägermeister, that's for sure.  I think she was born at the Colorado Humane Society.  Or anyway, they knew her birthday.

12/7-9 and 12/14-16 - I'll tell more about Cheyenne later.

12/17 - The Human Assistant will tell me why he put this here sometime.  He says.

12/25 - He also says this is one of the days of the year when your clocks tell the right time.  Which is the time that your sundial says.  At noon your clocks could be wrong by a half-hour.  It depends on where in your time zone you live.  But sometime during the day they'll be right.  Probably.  Says the H.A.

I don't know what that all means.  But we don't have any clocks in the house anyway.  Or sundials.  Maybe we should get a sundial, whatever that is.  It's bound to be better than getting another dog!

The Human Assistant and I hope you feel caught up now.  Which is better than feeling caught.  He says we'll write again soon!

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Klingons in tights

Some things just shouldn't happen.

According to the Human Assistant, one of those things is Klingons in tights. I haven't seen this. But you might have. If you were a fan of the TV show Star Trek: The Next Generation.

One time (says H.A.) Captain Picard wound up as Robin Hood. And the rest of the gang were Robin Hood's cohort(s).

Worf, which is a Klingon, says "I am not a Merry Man!"  Well, DUH!

Klingons

man

And neither am I!  Look at this!  Something else that just shouldn't happen!

"Big Happy Family"	Is this really necessary?
Can you believe this?	Forget it!
I'm blind.  I can't look at the camera!	What a thing to do to a guest!

No further comment is necessary.  I hope.

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Oh. That last picture shows Cheyenne. I'll talk about her another time.

-- photos of Klingons and man from Wikipedia

R.I.P. Sally Violet

Sally Violet  (Lucy)

You probably remember Lucy. She arrived almost two years ago and was the most-okay of all the dogs that the Human Assistant has ever brought here.

Lucy was always checking things out in the yard. She found really interesting stuff sometimes! I just had to follow her around and see what she got her nose into. And she never ever annoyed me. Wow!

Lucy was a happy little girl. She made the H.A. smile every single day we took care of her for the shelter. And she almost never annoyed him! (Sometimes it's like humans just look for things to get annoyed about!)

When Lucy got adopted her new mom changed her name to Sally Violet. And her mom is the only one who's written to the H.A. a few times after adopting one of our fosters.

Well, it seemed like all she ever said was that Sally Violet was the most perfect dog ever! But still. We knew that Lucy Sally V. was going places and meeting people and dogs and living a good life!

Sally Violet got cancer and died three weeks ago. It's hard to imagine! She had so much life and energy! When the H.A. would come home, Sally V. would run to the bedroom and jump on the bed and roll around and check to make sure he was paying attention and having as much fun as she was.

I could do that. But why? H.A. doesn't keep treats in the bedroom. And that would be the only reason for a Siberian Husky to act silly like that. But Sally Violet did it because she was happy and it was fun.

She made a big impression around here. She got mentioned in 64 blog postings plus she wrote one herself.

There are pictures in 41 of those postings. (I'm counting on the H.A. to tell me the right numbers, here.) H.A. took lots of pictures back then.

In fact, he went through the computer looking for all his snapshots of Sally V. He said we have 321 of them! Most are no good. Crummy angle or too dark or something. But he'll give copies of them all to Sally V.'s mom so she can do something with them if she wants.

The picture on this posting is one he's never used before. So it took him hours to get it from looking blah to being sorta okay. He had the camera tipped, for one thing.

So he's looked for 321 snapshots, and looked for a few of the better ones, and worked on them, and worked on another project or two.

Also there was lots of sad time. And so three weeks have gone by since we heard from Sally Violet's mom about her dying.

People and dogs all liked Sally Violet. She sure is going to be missed!

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Stupid human tricks

Saturday me and the Human Assistant went for a ride. Which is always fun.

And we left Alizé and that stupid puppy Mancha at home. Which is the way it should be.

While we were driving, the H.A. told me Alizé was at the shelter and we had to go get her. Wow!  I don't know how she got out of her crate and out of the house so fast ... she's good!  Maybe that stupid little escape puppy showed her a trick or two.

Alizé?

WAIT  A  MINUTE  !!!

That's not Alizé!  H.A. was trying to pull my legs!  Which I don't like. This was another of his stupid human tricks!

Sure, to a stupid human this Tasha might look like Alizé. But anydoggy could smell that she isn't Alizé!

But we brought her home anyway. Like I need another dog crowding me out of my own house!  ARRGH!!!

You don't smell like Alizé!

Huh‽‽‽

Where's the tour start?

What's that box thing?

Surf counters, right, ....

Anyway. Tasha's about 8 or so. In the pictures it looks like she and Alizé are good buddies, but that was just Tasha's first day here. They were kinda checking each other out. Alizé doesn't do buddies.

So at least they're not ganging up on me or anything. That wouldn't be good.

I'll have the H.A. write more when there's more to tell.

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A visitor

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

I didn't mind meeting this pup. As you can see. But she is so annoying to live with!

Even Alizé growls at her. When Alizé's trying to nap and the puppy keeps licking her ear and smelling her mouth and stuff.

Me, she growls at and barks at and.... I guess the runt wants to play. I don't want to play. I don't want her hanging around me either.

I chase her off. Oh, her name's Mancha, I guess. I chase her off but she keeps coming back. I bit her ear a good one. But she keeps coming back.

Grrr...!

She's ticking off the Human Assistant, too. She likes to wrestle our big pads and drag them around. Which is okay. But one of them she's torn holes in. Which by itself is okay, I suppose. But she pulls the stuffing out.

Mancha is a brat! That's just all there is to it. H.A. told me she won't be here long. But he doesn't know how long. Well. She has another ear I can bite. If she stays here too long!

No, wait a minute. It's already been too long. But you know what I mean.

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Here's another thing

Yeah, I remember something. I've been bugging the Human Assistant to write another post for just days now! But actually it's not that big of a deal. It's about that other dog I have to put up with.

Alizé came here on June 21, 2008. H.A. says it doesn't seem like it's been that long. But it sure feels like it to me! So she had a fosterversary last month.

Thank dog she's almost ready to put up for adoption! H.A. says as soon as he knows her thigh-roid levels are good, then it will be time tell the shelter that she's as adoptable as she'll ever be.

(What's a thigh-roid? An android leg bone? I didn't know Alizé had one of those!)

I'm willing to help with a description! Here's what I've come up with so far:

OLD DOG NEEDS NEW HOME
Bad hips, no thigh-roid function, some history of skin problems. All but blind but easily gets food from countertops when nobody's home and can open bags and bins of dog food. Diabetic, must check blood sugar at least twice a day and give shots. Checking three or four times is better (middle of the day, middle of the night). Cataracts requiring eye drops. Stops screaming at being left home after a few minutes. Very loving at times. Looking forward to a home where she doesn't annoy the other dogs.

H.A. helped me with it. He made some suggestions. He says it's pretty good and describes her very well! Accuracy is important so adopters don't get ¡surprised! when they get home with their new dog.

I like the part where the human has to get off his backside to check Alizé's blood sugar so much. The human feels bad so it's a great time to beg for treats!

Let me know if you have any suggestions about the description so she'll get outta here faster!

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I'm back, sorta

I'm back. More or less. I don't know how much the Human Assistant will feel like helping me blog. But there's today, anyway.

I know it's been six months! But not much has happened. Really. Today I found a new roll of toilet paper and chewed up about half of it.

But that's no big deal. Except that it's about the third time that the Human Assistant has left one in reach lately when I've been bored.

He was outside playing with one of his little computers. Dumb. Because it's hot out there. So I had to find something to do inside.

H.A. hasn't wanted to write about the more important stuff. Like Sinjin being gone.

One weekend his spondylosis just got too bad. First he couldn't stand up but he could walk if H.A. helped him up. Then he couldn't stay standing up by himself. And he was in lots of pain.

So that Monday he took one last trip to the vet.

Sinjin's spine was already hurting when he first came here. But he hung in there and annoyed me for a year and a week. Of course, I got to annoy him for a year and a week too.

And you remember our friend Minky? She left notes here a couple of times. And she let me interview her a while back.

But Minky didn't make it through the winter. She had had new-monia way back, too. Like I did, I guess. I think she got sick because of breathing trouble again. I heard her humans were giving her oxygen, anyway.

So, well, it's hot and I can't think of any more to say. I'll have H.A. write again when I think of some stuff.

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