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Now the Human Assistant tells me I've been here a whole year ... as of last Sunday! ::big pout::
He did nothing to let me celebrate. So today I ate three apples in a row! (Plus maybe some he didn't see. ::Big Husky Grin::)
Here's a video of me finishing up the last one. (It was getting to be suppertime, and I didn't want to stop in the middle of eating an apple to come inside for kibble.) Don't worry, it's only 14 seconds.
Congratulate the H.A. - this is the first time he tried the "movie" option on his digital camera. Eisenstein he ain't.
I'd think he would make a big deal out of remembering when I got here and not make me just eat apples by myself to celebrate!
Thanks to me he got his daughter finally to take her dog Zot! I helped him find homes for Poo-Poo, Sally, der Jägermeister, and Mystique.
Especially Jaeger and Mystique!
Double especially Jaeger! Big black dogs are hard to find homes for. And when they're fence-jumpers, well...!
I even went to MaxFund to meet Ringo off-leash. To make sure he could come here in case there was, dog forbid, some emergency at the shelter and he had to get out of there for a while. (We ignored each other.)
So I feel underappreciated. Here I am giving Gremlin and H.A. the benefit of all my Siberianness and helping clear out the extra dogs, and I get nothing.
Okay, I don't hang out in the same room with the H.A. like when I got here. But I was really sick then. My nose was really runny. And when a running dog's nose runs, humans can't keep up with it! And I coughed and sneezed and snorted and snorkled like crazy.
The rescue said I had "old-dog cough." My vet's x-rays said pneumonia and plam ... plum... [pulmonary eosinophilic infiltration -- mr_ed].
That. Plus stitched-up bite wounds and sunburned fur. And I'd been moved at least 6 times.
None of which I asked for! So, yeah, I was a little clingy at first. But he should be happy that now I'm lots more independent like a healthy Sibe.
Oh, and another thing! Helping Shu Shu get adopted! A Sibe's work is never done!
Oh. H.A. says we had green tripe with breakfast. That's true.
Can we have something else stinky tomorrow? Whaddayasay, boss? More tripe? Canned fish? That mush that has to sit and de-evaporate that I might be able to get my nose into when you're distracted? Huh, huh?
::Big Husky Grin:: He's smiling - I think that's good news for the nose!
G'night!
