We now return to our regularly scheduled....

Whew!

All that human election doo-doo is done! The Human Assistant spent a lot of time obsessing over it! More than the last nine elections put together!

(Eighteen-year-olds got the vote in 1972. H.A. turned 18 in 1972. Two weeks after the election! But he still wasted time on it.)

Now he can stop reading all those politics blogs. And start reading dog blogs again. And helping me with my blog again!

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We got a call about Alizé today. She's still on vacation.

H.A. did something almost as smart as a Siberian Husky. The MaxFund shelter won't let anyone else call the spa where Alizé's staying. I guess it gets too distracting for the activity directors.

So H.A. got our vets to call. Since they've been the ones doing almost all her stuff. H.A. figured the spa couldn't really complain about getting a call from Alizé's own dokkers.

They could. (Of course!) But it would just be like what's in our back yard now. Sour gripes. (H.A. thought up that one. He says it will let Amber know that we're thinking about her!)

But all our vets' office found out was that Alizé's still getting lots of insulin. And her blood's still too sweet. They didn't find out whether she's been sprayed spayed yet.

So that's all we know about Alizé for now.

Does anybody remember the doggy Bullet?

Bullet and Roy Rogers

Roy Rogers and Trigger

This would be the birthday of Bullet's human, Roy Rogers. Happy Trails, pardner!

-- xkcd comic by Randall Munroe, who graciously grants usage under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.5 License
-- Roy Rogers photos from the The Official Roy Rogers Museum Website

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Alizé's on vacation

Nope - no food left

What's in the fridge?

Sigh....

Last week the Big Guy took Alizé for a ride ... and didn't bring her back!

Heyo!  Sinjin here with the news!

I thought Alizé got into so much trouble that B.G. got really mad and got rid of her. Tucker told about some of the problems she caused. But he forgot to mention that Alizé got into a tub of our joint-supplement chewies and ate about 50 of them.

At least, we think she did. B.G. thought the tubs were indestructible, but Alizé chewed off the lid. There was no sign of the chewies that were inside. He gave her stuff that made her barf a couple of times, but only her supper came out, which was kinda weird.

So he gave me the same stuff, three times! But I refused to barf. Nope, just didn't wanna do it. Besides, I didn't eat the stupid chewies!

Then a couple of days later Alizé chewed the covers off of a paperback book about jazz. Now, I know that B.G. was unhappy about that! But wait, there's more! The next day she found his postcard collection in the garage!

She made a lot of noise getting to them because the garage is full of junk and it's almost like everything is booby-trapped. So B.G. got up to see what she was doing, and he saw her with postcards in her mouth, and he took them from her. Next day, repeat.

So he loaded her into the Jeep and off they went!

But the Big Guy said that he just took her to a place where she'll get attention all 24 hours a day without him having to wake up every two hours. They'll make her diabetes better, so I guess she's on vacation! And then they'll spray her so she's not a girl anymore. That must be a pretty powerful spray!

Oh ... they'll spay her. Well I don't know what that means, but it doesn't sound like as fun a vacation as it could be.

We haven't heard how she's doing, but the dog lady at the MaxFund shelter says no news is good news. B.G. says that's a  He-​pissed-​'em-​all  Ojji-​cal  fallacy. I say, gimme a treat! ☺

Oh ... those pictures at the beginning. Alizé was snarfing her food and then coming over to snag what I spilled while I was eating. I told her to stop, I'd get to it when I was done with what was in my bowl, but she was ducking down and getting under me and just being really disruptive.

So she got a special bowl that slows her down. It works, too! Then the Big Guy bought one for Tucker, who is more than disruptive when he inhales his food and comes over to my bowl. He just pushes me aside. Poor widdle me!

But now everything's good. Everything about keeping Alizé and Tucker out of my bowl is good, anyway. And that's a good start!

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YAWN!

The Human Assistant has been getting up every two hours. The last two nights. It wakes everydoggy up 'cause we think something's going to happen! But nothing happens.

Except he sticks Alizé with a pin to see how sweet her blood is. It's been too sugary since she went into heat at the beginning of the month. And her pee started having keytones again.

She had them when she first got here. I still don't understand why it's bad. But I guess it is. So some of the times he sticks a needle into Alizé too. Then he drains this fancy bag of water through the needle under her skin.

Is that weird or what? She drinks lots and lots of water. Then H.A. pours more of it under her skin. Yucko!

Anyway. H.A. gets up. Which wakes me up. Which makes me hungry. Every two hours! But he doesn't feed us every two hours. He should! Then maybe Alizé wouldn't steal food.

Except it's not really stealing. Our house, our food!

A few days ago she scored a couple of bagels off the stove. H.A. has never had to worry about leaving food on counters before. We're good doggies! Usually.

Now, Zot is famous for eating bread from counters. Back at her own house. H.A. didn't leave any out for her when she lived here.

So because of Alizé he put all the human food in cupboards.

Then she chewed into Sinjin's plastic food bin. A big hole in the side! It's on wheels, and while she was snarfing out of it, she pushed it out the back door and down the steps into the garage.

BONUS! Food everywhere!

Last night Alizé swiped a notepad and some papers off a stand in the kitchen. Hey! That's my job! Actually she's done it a couple of times. Except usually she's smart enough to do it while H.A. is out of the house.

So last night she only waited until he went to lie down in his bedroom. Alizé was actually walking toward the bedroom with the booty! I made some noises in the kitchen and H.A. got up and he saw Alizé with the stuff in her mouth.

BUSTED !!!

Anyway. Talking about being sick, today is the anniversary of the last case of smallpox in the world! Everybody getting shots (bleah!) actually wiped out a disease! It almost makes you want to go get all kinds of shots, huh?

No, probably not.

Then there's this. Military dogs now have their own hospital! That's pretty neat! And a good place to end this blog entry.

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Happy Apple Day!

Alizé is a copydog!

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Thanks to michael j pastor for his comment!

So it couldn't be the Briggs-Briggs-Myers test. But it could be the Briggs-Myers-Briggs. Or just the MBTI. Which sounds kinda like a transportation agency.

Today is Apple Day! Someplace. No apples here, yet. But I'm watching for them!

And happy birthday to Alfred Nobel. He's a famous Swede. Because his father invented the modern way to make plywood. Which can be used to make dog houses.

Also happy birthday to Samuel Taylor Coleridge. He explored near Antacrtica!

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--
The ice was all between.

Speaking of ships. Happy Float Day to the grand old lady of the seas! The USS Constitution! She had a difficult birth and got stuck. But on October 21 she glided (glode?) into Boston Harbor.

Anyway. I was going to talk about Alizé's eating disorder. But I don't really have time now. Not if the Human Assistant is going to get this posted today.

If he doesn't get it posted today then we'll have to change stuff. Like

Happy birthday, Dizzy Gillespie!

So I'll just save it for next time.

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Happy Alaska Day!

Alizé was supposed to write this time. She has stuff she wants to talk about. Maybe one of Sinjin's "wEirD tHiNgS." I dunno.

But she's kinda busy tonight. She got into food she wasn't supposed to eat. So her blood sugar went up. Which made her real thirsty. I don't know why it works that way, but the Human Assistant says it does.

So she's been drinking, I dunno, gallons of water tonight. And then guess what she has to do?

So I'll dictate this one to H.A.

Which is only right.

To quote a big blond doofus who happens to be right once in a while, it's Tucker's blog!

Alaska is really lucky. It must get three or four birthdays every year!

There's one in March to celebrate when the Russians signed the papers to sell Alaska to America. Then there's one today for when the Russians actually let America have the Alaskan territory.

I'll bet they have another one for when it became a state. And maybe even another day for when one of the mining camps burned down. To celebrate the invention of Baked Alaska.

Maybe. I dunno.

I hope that got you into the mood to celebrate. Because I'm just gonna mention a bunch of birthdays, is all. Pick one or two and have yourselves a pawty!

Happy birthday, D.T. Suzuki. Apparently he didn't sell motorcycles. Unless there was one called the Zen. Which is something he made popular in America.

Also happy birthday to Isabel Briggs Myers. She was the Myers in Myers-Briggs. Her mother was the Briggs. Isabel was a Briggs too, until she married Myers. Why wasn't the Myers-Briggs called the Briggs-Myers-Briggs? I guess so it wouldn't sound like a double play in baseball. Or maybe the Myers-Briggs-Briggs.

Happy birthday Charles Edward Anderson Berry. If you don't know who I'm talkin' about, I just got one thing to say - Johnny B. Goode!

Happy birthday, General Turgidson and General Patton

Gilligan's Mary Ann.

Mork's Mindy.

The transistor radio.

Animal-rights advocate Martina Navrátilová.

Jean-Claude Camille François Van Varenberg, also known as Mussels and Brussel Sprouts.

Or something like that. I dunno. Read the article.

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-- images gratefully linked to at http://www.digital-artz.com/images/UserFiles/drsl1.jpg and http://photos23.flickr.com/26170096_383b6358db_o.jpg

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