I'm back, sorta

There wasn't much news this summer. Except about Alizé. But I mean important news. News about me!

Here's an example of what I mean. Notice who's in two photos, and notice who's in only one!

Me in a relaxed mood

Alizé outside the doggy den

The biggest important news this summer was when the Human Assistant left me in my crate too long one day. Then he put me in the tub and washed my legs and tummy and stuff. That really wasn't a fun day.

The Human Assistant wouldn't help with the blog even by making up stuff because for a couple of months he wasn't feeling all that great. He said he was Le Thargíc. Is that French? He thinks changing his medicine might have been a problem.

Then he felt better. But instead of helping with the blog he's been paying too much attention to stupid human news. Grrr!

Well, here's one thing. Today is Leif Ericson Day. Again. H.A. says it snuck up on him. Again. No, Leif Ericson didn't have Siberian Huskies on his boats. So who cares?

Well, the H.A. is half Swedish. He says there wouldn't be Russians if it weren't for Scandihoovians. And if there weren't Russians, there wouldn't be a Russia. And if there weren't a Russia, then Americans wouldn't have had anywhere to go for sled dogs to bring to Alaska and call Siberian Huskies.

Or something like that. If he doesn't come up with something better, I may be too disgusted to write another post. So we'll see.

But thanks everydoggy who stopped by to say hello! It was nice! It made H.A. feel guilty! I got to post again!

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Sad news

We're very sad that our friend Kelsey Ann is gone.

K.A. visited the blog often and left nice notes. It was great to have her encouragement! She gave the Human Assistant the idea of feeding me green beans, too. (Be patient. There's a picture in there somewhere of Kelsey Ann with a green bean!)

We'll miss K.A. very, very much!

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Making solar energy go farther

Was last night the coldest night of the year?

I ask not because it felt like last night was the coldest night of the year. But because otherwise the Human Assistant was gonna name this post The Three Stooges on parade.

But last night was when the earth was farthest away from the sun. It's called appeal eon for some stupid reason. It happens every year. But I guess not always on quite the same day. You can get a calendar to remind of you these "important" events of the human world.

(Shouldn't being farther away from the sun make it colder?  Hmmm.)

Another "important" human event was celebrated today. With fireworks, beer, barbecue. All that stuff. It's the anniversary of the day that a British officer named George Washington surrendered Fort Necessity to the French. It's celebrated because it was the only time Washington surrendered.

That humans remember, anyway. Sibes know how that works! Do something good later, and they forget about the earlier stuff!

Washington also started the French and Indian War. It lasted 9 years. So they called it the Seven Years War.

This made France give Louisiana to Mexico. Which gave it back to France. Which sold it to the United States. Which turned it into Arizona, New Mexico, and two-thirds of Texas and Colorado.

Here's an idea in case you ever decide to figure out humans. Take a nap instead!

A couple of days ago the H.A. tried to walk all three of us together. Two big Sibe dudes and little blind Alizé. And his walking stick and camera. This may have been more than he was capable of.

Huh‽‽‽	Alizé!  This way!
Ooof!	Not. With. The. Program.
Am too!	Ooof!

ABM.  Always Blame Management.

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Alizé does new stuff

Last Friday I said nothing much was going on. But it got more interesting. The Human Assistant decided to take some laundry downstairs to the washing machine. He sorta forgot about a blind dog that lives with us for now.

He got down a few steps and then heard a dog come down two steps and stop. Ruh-roh!

Decision time. Push Alizé back up the steps? Or see what she can do? At the risk of bumpety-​whumpety down the rest of the 13 steps? And then BONK on the concrete floor at the bottom?

She had mastered the three steps down from the kitchen to the garage in a day or two. But then she'd forget about the 1½ inches down from the garage to the back-yard sidewalk.

H.A. decided to go down the basement stairs a couple of steps ahead of Alizé. She went down two steps at a time. She made it fine. And back up again fine. Of course. So hooray for the blind dog.

-- Don't yawn!    -- Don't stare!

I wanna go meet a doggy!

Saturday H.A. took Alizé to a MaxFund adoption event. H.A. thinks that that's Tink in the first photo. The little squirt is Henri.

Alizé got attention. Of course. It's that Snow Dogs thing. I'd thank Disney for advertising our handsomeness. But it makes people want Sibes who don't have clue ➀ about us.

::POUNCE::

::SHAKE–SHAKE–SHAKE::

Henri put both his front paws on top of one of the other dogs. Not Alizé. He couldn't have reached her. But on Dusty or Tink.

Then when she wanted to put her paws on him...! Oh, no no no no no! He scooted away. No fair when somedoggy three times your size wants to annoy you back!

So then Henri picked on his bandana. Did he ever whip that thing back and forth!  Get it, killer!

Anyway. That's what Alizé did for excitement last weekend.

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O Canada!

Happy Fête du Canada to our friends up north! (Except to any separatists who hate the idea.)

And happy birthday to Canadian Dan Aykroyd! He's the patron comedian of Siberian Huskies because his eyes are different colors!

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