tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-343368342024-03-08T05:02:22.630-05:00Althea's BlogThe story of a Siberian Husky just looking to have fun.Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-27303491417605231812007-05-13T12:55:00.000-04:002007-05-13T13:11:38.316-04:00Happy Mother's DayJust a quick post today to wish all the Mom's out there (canine and human), a Happy Mother's Day. And a special thank you to my Mom, the greatest Mom in the world. I greeted her this morning with a special "woooooo". Then I jumped up on the bed and gave her a ton of husky kisses. At one point she asked me to stop so that she could get some air. As soon as she was done breathing, I was back to kissing her. Boy do I love her.<br /><br />To all you dogs out there, please be sure to extra specially nice to your moms today. They deserve it for putting up with all our antics.<br /><br />In closing, here is a picture of me giving my Mommy a smooch, followed by a picture of us hugging.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/496429172/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/496429172_fb88dd908d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2106" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/496429184/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/496429184_b73fe06299.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_1672" /></a></div><br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-63920634850608794622007-05-11T11:38:00.000-04:002007-05-11T12:31:11.728-04:00My Triumphant ReturnHey pups, remember me? It's your old pal Althea. Yes I'm back and better than ever. I decided I needed and little break from blogging, well the real story is that Mom & Dad have been too busy to help me. Not that they have been busy with anything important or fun (at least not fun by my standards).<br /><br />First order of business, in my last blog a left you all with a little game to play, <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/puppy-pictures-and-twins.html">Who's Who</a>. Well "the cutest boy husky in the world", <a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/177539"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Zim</span></a> of the <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ao</span>4</a> had no problem determining which pictures was me and which pictures was <a href="http://diariodeumahusky.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Raisa</span></a>. I hope you guys enjoyed my little game. Dad and I sure had fun picking out the pictures.<br /><br />So to give you a quick update on the happenings around my corner of the dog park, here is a quick summary of what I've been up to.<br /><br /><ul><li>My Mom had a week off from school, so the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Doofus</span> and I got to hang out with her all week long except for when she was painting the doors upstairs. For some reason she didn't trust me to help her and I was stuck downstairs. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Doofus</span> got to hang out with her though. Totally unfair. </li><li>We had a bunch of people, including one little human and one little bitty human, at our house for Easter. I helped the little human find all the colorful Easter Eggs but he didn't share any of the treats with me. It was lots of fun. My <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-weekend.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Cuz</span> Riley</a> came to hang out too. We had lots of fun, except for the fact that he kept stealing my <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-day-bad-day.html">My Bad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Cuz</span></a>. He didn't even play with it the right way. He just walked around with it in his mouth. Labs, they'll never be as smart as Huskies.</li><li>The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Doofus</span> and I got to go to <a href="http://data.gointranet.com/cgi-bin/unitloc/cbw/locator.cgi?cpage=main.html&cu=shayes&cl=Bridgewater">Camp Bow Wow</a> for a weekend while Mom & Dad went down to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Virginny</span> for the a wedding. It was raining on Sunday when they picked us up and when we got home, Mom & Dad started say bad words. Seems with all the rain, the basement had turned into a big swimming pool, complete with 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">feets</span> of water. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Doofus</span> and I don't go in the basement so it wasn't a big deal for us but the poor Spencer and Delilah were sitting around with their legs crossed cause their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">litter box</span> is in the basement and with all the water it was floating around down there and they couldn't get to it. Dad spent the next two days home getting all the water out and getting the thing that keeps the house warm and the thing that makes the water hot fixed up. Thank Dog they got the latter fixed cause Dad was starting to smell a bit funky.</li><li>Dad has been slacking off on taking us to the dog park. Instead of our usually four trips per weekend we have been lucky to get two. Dad says that this is cause the weather is nicer and there is more daylight so he can now take us during the week after work. However there haven't been many trips to the DP after work either. I'm starting to get really annoyed about this. I think Dad and I need to have a little chat about taking care of my needs instead of sitting around reading <a href="http://www.scholastic.com/harrypotter/home.asp">children's books</a>, what a dork.</li><li>Speaking of dorks or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Doofuses</span> as the case may be. My floppy eared <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">doofus</span> brother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Lares</span> got in big trouble last week at the dog park. There was a <a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/soft_coated_wheaten_terrier/index.cfm">Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier</a> named Wallace that was paying bit too much attention to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Lares</span> for his liking. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Lares</span> tried to warn him with a little growling but Wallace was persistent. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Lares</span> finally decided that enough was enough and showed him who the boss is. Fortunately there wasn't any blood but I think Wallace learned his lesson. Boy, Dad was mad, he grabbed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Lares</span> by the collar and dragged him right out to the car. People at the park were joking that normally I'm the one that gets put in the penalty box, I didn't think this was as funny as they did.</li></ul><p>Well I think that about brings everyone up to speed on what's been going on since my last blog. I do have some good news, it looks like the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Doofus</span> and I are getting to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Virginny</span> next week with Mom & Dad. They are going down to visit Dad's sister and his parents will be there too. They were thinking about sending us to camp for the weekend but my Aunt said we could come for a visit. I'm hoping that I will run into <a href="http://www.poseidonsprose.blogspot.com/">Poseidon</a> cause he lives in that section of the dog park. Hey Poseidon if your out there, let me know where your dog park is.<br /><br />Later,<br />Althea</p>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-40434594944916702002007-03-29T15:07:00.000-04:002007-03-29T22:05:48.828-04:00Puppy Pictures and TwinsHey it's me, your favorite Red & White Sibe, well aside from <a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/177539">Zim</a>, <a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/177530">Amber</a>, <a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/">Indy</a>, <a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/">Meeshka</a>, <a href="http://worldofturbo.blogspot.com/">Turbo</a>, <a href="http://diariodeumahusky.blogspot.com/">Raisa</a> and <a href="http://sookyandrocky.blogspot.com/">Sooky</a>. Wow there are alot of Red & White Sibe bloggers out there. It's been awhile since my last post. Dad has been rather busy lately. You may remember from one of my previous posts that Dad got a new job. Well it turns out that he decided to stay at the place he has been working at. They offered him a new type of job that is much more his style and the best part is, he will not have to travel at all once he starts this new position in a couple months. On top of that, they are going to give him more of that green papery stuff that humans are always so concerned about. Maybe now Mom & Dad will buy me a new bed, one without any holes in it. That way I can chew new holes in it.<br /><br />Well on to more important stuff. Recently a lot of you husky bloggers have been posting pictures of yourselves as puppies. Unfortunately, like most of the <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/">Ao4</a>, I'm adopted so my parents don't have any puppy pics of me. Too bad cause I was really cute. Well Dad and I were catching up on reading every ones blogs and came across this <a href="http://diariodeumahusky.blogspot.com/">post</a> from Raisa. We started scrolling down to see the English version (our Portuguese is not very good) and saw this cool picture of our friend.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/438947993/"><img height="249" alt="raisa" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/438947993_7fe794fe13_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Dad said to me, "Hey PoPo (that's one of my many nicknames, I'll explain some other time) it looks just like you. You two could be twins". I checked it out and had to agree. Dad keep reading the post and discovered that not only do me and Raisa look alike, we have both made the mistake of <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-trouble.html">peeing</a> on our parents beds.<br /><br />So I thought we would play a little game called "Who's Who". The goal of the game is look at two pictures and decide which is me and which is Raisa. First an easy one:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/439230698/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_1647" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/439230698_f1695c9361_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/439230678/"><img height="175" alt="210121558_dc62fde0a0_m" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/439230678_748196dbb4_o.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />You should be able to get this one:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/439019206/"><img height="203" alt="356884771_576f61cbcc_m" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/439019206_c40276c025_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/439216571/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_1557" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/439216571_cb4d7d1eee_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />This one is a little bit trickier:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/439268191/"><img height="202" alt="210116838_527b76181f_m" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/439268191_6d75b04567_o.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/439268195/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_1996" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/439268195_25bdf18d96_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />Getting tougher now:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/439227758/"><img height="144" alt="IMG_2012a" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/439227758_592f143f3b_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/438999927/"><img height="177" alt="152575379_0c39ec9d61_m" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/438999927_b0a257c12e_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />You've got no chance on this one:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/439238384/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2225" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/439238384_3a485c20a2_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/439236977/"><img height="181" alt="210116834_d9224f1ebe" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/439236977_8005d1f078_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />Hope you enjoyed our little game. In picking out pictures for this game we were checking out Raisa's pictures on <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saletemc/">Flickr</a> and came across some great pictures of her as a puppy. Mom thinks that since we look so much alike that they should print them out and pretend that they are really pictures of me as a puppy and show all their friends.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-3909157745456576282007-03-17T14:30:00.000-04:002007-03-17T14:30:43.870-04:00Althea 2, Dyson Creature 0So of you may remember the story I told in one of my first few posts on my blog. It was about my battle with the dreaded dyson creature. You can refresh your memory by clicking <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/rainy-day.html">here</a>. This happened shortly after I came to live with my parents in my furever home. Dad was not too happy about me tangling with the dyson creature, he so thing about getting electrocuted or something like that. Well Dad must be some kind of vet cause he fixed the dyson creature right up as you can see from the photo of it's bandaged tail. <br /><br />After my first battle with the dyson creature I decided to try to live in harmony with it. We've managed to get along fairly well until recently. I've grown tired of the dyson creature sucking up all my strategically placed fur and disturbing my naps with its noises. I was recently rereading some of the <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/">Army of Four's</a> posts and came across an interesting one. It was one of their cool "Sunday Salute" editions. The one that caught my interest was about their friend <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday-salute-princess-brynne.html">Brynne</a>. Brynne had sent the Ao4 and e-mail and pictures about how she killed the dyson creature at her house. Apparently you have to go for the heart. This sounded like a great way to finally put an end to the dyson creature.<br /><br />Now I normally don't have a chance to attack the dyson creature as Dad keeps a close eye on my nowadays after the previous "incident". The dyson creature spends most of its time in its den (or closet as you maybe more familiar with). Yesterday however I noticed Dad walking around with the dyson creature's heart (apparently it is removable for cleaning). After cleaning it he left it in the spot on the counter where the dishes are left to dry as you can see in this picture.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/419282402/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/419282402_acfb4caf29.jpg" width="300" height="225" alt="IMG_2339" /></a></div><br /><br />Now I've been know to partake of some counter surfing occasionally but this was well beyond my reach. So I decided I had to enlist some help. I thought about asking the floppy eared doofus, but realized he is too much of a goody two shoes and his counter surfing ability is even less than mine. My next thought was my feline siblings. They are pretty agile and I've seen them up on the counter numerous times. Now I will not divulge which of my siblings assisted in this mission, just in case Dad reads this. I may enjoy destroying stuff once in a while but you will never hear it said that I'm a tattle tail. So lets just say my accomplice assisted me by moving the dyson creature's heart from the drying rack to the floor, where I immediately set to work. The following are pictures of my handy work.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/419282413/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/419282413_b9ac455bd5_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_2340" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/419282427/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/419282427_ef626a1205_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_2344" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/419282440/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/419282440_5c3c4a6e21_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_2345" /></a></div><br /><br />Needless to say Dad has already brought the dyson creature back to life. I guess he gave it a heart transplant or something cause it was roaring around the house, sucking up my fur yesterday.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-33748355463074497952007-02-27T19:54:00.000-05:002007-02-27T20:30:53.522-05:00Spencer and StickersSo I thought that today I would take the time to respond to some of the comments on my recent posts. First, in regards to yesterday's post, <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunday-treats.html">Sunday Treats</a>, my Cuzin Riley asked it Spencer really did eat the <a href="http://www.petfooddirect.com/store/product1.asp?pf_id=20382614&affiliateCode=PF012803&cm_ven=Performics&cm_cat=Yahoo%20Search%20Submit%20(SMX)&cm_ite=DDI%20Link">Snausages in a Blanket</a>. The answer to that question would be a big yes. Seems that Spencer has a real hankering for them. Mom said that he looked like he was possessed, he just had to have some. Mom had to break it into smaller pieces so that he wouldn't choke on it (thanks for the warning <a href="http://hollyshouse5.blogspot.com/">Holly</a>). The little bugger just couldn't get enough of them. <br /><br />Second, based on the last picture, <a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/177539">Zim of the Ao4</a> asked if Spencer was actually getting a treat before me. The answer to that question, I'm sorry to say is also yes. Mom was so amused by the fact that Spencer, a cat, was so interested in dog treats, he got a treat before me. Of course the big suck-up Lares also got a treat before me too. He is such a doofus, he gets treats first just cause he sits first. Then if he really wants a treat he'll put his front paws on Mom or Dad. They fall for this nonsense everytime. I believe that I deserve treats just for being me, not for the stoopid "tricks" I can do. Spencer is one wierd cat and he seems to becoming stranger as he gets older. I tell you more about his recent antics some other time.<br /><br />On Saturday, I posted about the cool <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/odds-and-ends.html">Stormy Magnet</a> that we have on our fridge. A couple huskies noticed the cool "If it's not a husky, it's just a dog" sticker that we also have on the fridge and wanted to know where we got it. I asked Dad where we got it from. He said that it came in a "goodie bag" from the <a href="http://www.siberescue.com/">Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue</a> fundraiser we went to back in September called <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/husky-hike_17.html">Tails on the Trails</a>. Lares is a TOTTSHR Alumni and he got to be in the Alumni Parade. You can see some pics of him <a href="http://www.siberescue.com/Common/TailsTrails2006/Photos/AParade.html">here</a> with Dad. At the end of the parade they got a goodie bag with cools stuff for huskies and cool stuff for husky parents, like the cool sticker on our fridge. So Dad doesn't know where the sticker came from exactly but he was determined that all husky parents should have this cool sticker. And guess what, he found this cool <a href="http://www.nickerstickers.com:80/dogs/husky.htm">website</a> that not only sells the cool stickers but also has cool shirts, mugs, and magnets with the cool husky logo.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-30350629106450090422007-02-26T13:11:00.000-05:002007-02-26T13:35:10.487-05:00Sunday TreatsMom & Dad went out for their usual Sunday trip to the supermarket. Normally they only get stuff for themselves but this time they came back with treats for the Doofus and me and apparently Spencer too. Mom had a coupon for these cool new treats called <a href="http://www.petfooddirect.com/store/product1.asp?pf_id=20382614&affiliateCode=PF012803&cm_ven=Performics&cm_cat=Yahoo%20Search%20Submit%20(SMX)&cm_ite=DDI%20Link">Snausages in a Blanket</a>. They are cheese and beef flavored and very tasty. Doofus and I were quickly at attention.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/403654232/"><img height="225" alt="IMG_2292" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/403654232_edf453c607.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"Whatcha got Moms?"</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/403657905/"><img height="300" alt="IMG_2288" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/403657905_f1d886eb3e.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"Yummy, Snausages in a Blanket, my favorite"</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/403657912/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/403657912_37f5b1edf3.jpg" width="225" height="300" alt="IMG_2293" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"Apparently they're not just for dogs, cats love em too"</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/403654237/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/403654237_2e97f27694.jpg" width="300" height="225" alt="IMG_2290" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"Hey Mom, how about give me one of those DOG TREATS?"</span></em></strong></div><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-74746095457108676572007-02-24T14:37:00.000-05:002007-02-24T15:26:05.569-05:00Odds and EndsNot much to report today, just a few quick items.<br /><br />You might remember awhile back that I was complaining about the fact that <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/work-is-stoopid.html">Work is Stoopid</a>. You might also remember that I've mentioned a few times that my Dad was going for interviews for a new job. Well good news. They have finally offered him a job and it looks like he is going to take it. Supposedly there will be less travel so that will make everyone happy. Dad certainly seems to be in a better mood since he found out. Now if only he could have found a new job that would let me go to work with him.<br /><br />Back in October I posted about meeting some <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/dog-park-and-malamutes.html">Malamute puppies</a> at the dog park. Well I hadn't seen Freya and Loki since that first meeting, until yesterday. We got to the park and I immediately noticed that in addition to my husky pal, <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-to-dog-park.html">Sabrina</a>, there were some other northern breed dogs at the park. I quickly investigated and discovered that it was Freya and Loki. Boy have they grown. They are both bigger than me and they are only 10 months old. Poor Loki had shaved spots on his front legs and belly. My Dad told me later that Loki's mom told him that Loki eat part of a towel and had to have it surgically removed. Fortunately he is doing better now. Too bad Dad didn't have his camera with him to get some pics, maybe next time.<br /><br />On a last note, Dad and I made a cool discovery in our kitchen the other day. Here is a picture of our fridge. Mom & Dad have all kinds of pics and stuff on it so they use magnets to hold the stuff on. So Dad said to me, "Althea we have a picture of <a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/177522">Stormy</a> on our fridge". I was very excited and quickly located the picture, which is actually a magnet that Dad bought a couple years ago at a fundraiser for <a href="http://www.siberescue.com">Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue</a>.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/401066392/"><img height="300" alt="IMG_2281" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/401066392_062e0d548d.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"Can you find Stormy on my fridge?"</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/401066403/"><img height="300" alt="IMG_2283" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/401066403_86d47d520e.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"How about if we get a little closer?"</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/401066417/"><img height="300" alt="IMG_2286" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/401066417_1ca8e62bc9.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"If you can't find her now, you are just blind"</span></em></strong></div><br />Pretty cool huh. I really looks like her except the eyes are switched around. And check it out she is right next to the cool sticker that says "If it's not a husky, it's just a dog" (sorry to all you other breeds out there).<br /><br />Well that's it for today. I'm about ready for another trip to the dog park, gotta go wake Dad up.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-86860528818980653472007-02-20T14:42:00.000-05:002007-02-20T20:44:24.695-05:00Good Day, Bad DayWell Mom & Dad were home from work yesterday for President's Day (one day there will be a President's Day for our pal <a href="http://worldofturbo.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-in.html">Tubey</a>). So it started out as a Good Day. Dad took us to the park in the morning and we had fun. Then we all just sort of relax in the living room. Mom on the couch with the cats, Dad in his chair and Doofus and I on the floor. Funny how we always end up on the floor.<br /><br />I've been a bit down lately cause I recently destroyed my most favoritest toy in the whole world, <a href="http://retailpets.com/jwpetbadcuzr.html">Bad Cuz</a>. I chewed a hole in him and got the squeaker out, then I proceeded to bite off chunks of his body so Mom & Dad had to take it away from me. I really haven't know what do to with myself lately as this was my bestest toy.<br /><br />After our afternoon family nap Mom had a surprise for me. Doofus and I got in the car and we went for a drive. Now I quickly realized we weren't going to the usually place (i.e. the dog park). Okay, I didn't realize it, I have no sense of direction, I'm a husky. The Doofus on the other hand always knows when we are going somewhere different in the car and he told me to be cool as this could either be something real fun or really bad (like the vet). The car finally stopped and guess where we were, if you guessed <a href="http://www.petco.com/Content/HomePage.aspx?PC=home&Nav=1&=">PetCo</a>, you are right. Mom and I went right into the store. Doofus had to stay out side and sniff/pee on everything. Mom & I quickly located what we came for, a new Bad Cuz. Below is a picture of him for those of you who have not been lucky enough to have one. Notice his little horns, they are what makes him "Bad". Apparently you can also buy a <a href="http://www.retailpets.com/jwpetgocuzru.html">Good Cuz</a>, which doesn't have horns. Mom asked Dad, which we should get and Dad said that I was "more of a Bad Cuz kind of girl". I'm not sure whether I should take that as a compliment or not but whatever, I was just happy to get a new Bad Cuz.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/396787089/"><img height="240" alt="bad cuz" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/104/396787089_0ae19831c3_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"Bad Cuz"</span></em></strong></div><br />So you would think that my day couldn't get any better but on the way home we stopped at the dog park. Yep that's right not only did Mom suggest that I get to go to PetCo to get a new Bad Cuz but she was also joining us at the dog park, which hasn't happen in awhile due to the cold.<br /><br />And this is where my day went from Good to Bad (and I'm not referring to Bad Cuz). We got to the dog park and had gone through the first gate and were waiting at the second gate for Dad to take off our leashes, when I saw a dog that I just didn't like the look of. This very same dog had roughed me up a bit on our Saturday afternoon trip to the DP. I tried to tell Dad not to open the gate but it was too late. As soon as the gate opened, the mean dog was on me. Now I'm a husky, I like to play rough and Mom & Dad know what playing rough looks like. This was not playing rough. This was just plain vicious. The mean dog was growling and snarling and biting me and stuff. I tried to defend myself as best I could but he was definately winning the fight. Mom & Dad were trying to separate us. Finally Dad managed to land a good kick on the mean dog, which distracted him and allowed me a chance to escape. When Mom got to me she noticed some blood on the fur on my back so we immediately went home. Mom started to wash the blood off my back but couldn't find any actual bite marks. Seems that I did manage to protect myself and drew First Blood.<br /><br />I was feeling kind of down at this point but Mom (like all good mommies) knew just the thing to cheer me up, Bad Cuz. Within a few mintues I had my new Bad Cuz looking just like my old Bad Cuz (minus the hole in his butt where I surgically removed his squeaker). Here is my handy work.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/397091902/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2266" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/397091902_d5aab907e1_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"Just the way I like him."</span></em></strong></div><br />Later,<br />Althea<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">PS: Althea's Dad here. Please don't think that we condone hitting dogs as a means of training or punishment. However you have to do what you have to do to protect your children. The "mean dog's" owner was not nearby when the incident happened and I wasn't waiting around for her to get there. For those of you that take your dogs to dog parks, please spend your time watching your dog and be within close proximity to them at all times. Unfortunatley many people that go to dog parks think it is social hour for them and let their dogs do as they please while they are chit chatting with their friends. Needless to say the next time we see that dog at the park we will be turning around and heading home.</span>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-65675332356149911272007-02-19T18:27:00.000-05:002007-02-19T20:28:30.924-05:00SNOW!!!Well, lots to post about but I'll save some stuff for future posts. Between Valentine's Day and the cute pics of <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-cute.html">Kona the Malamute puppy</a>, I completely forgot to tell everyone that we got snow. Now don't get too excited for me, it was more ice than fluffy snow but at least it was some of the good ole white stuff. Dad got up at the usual time on Wednesday and took us for a walk in the snowy/icy stuff. Then he went back to bed. Doofus and I were like, "what is going on? Dad never goes back to bed after walking us". Turns out that due to the snowy/icy stuff Dad got to go to work late and Mom didn't have to go to work at all (Mom is a teacher and they closed lots of schools in NJ cause of the snow). So we got to hang out with Mom all day and do you think that she took us to the dog park? If you guessed "NO" you would be right. We asked her to take us but she mumbled something about the roads be too icy. Fortunately the snow was still around on Thursday, and do you think that Mom and/or Dad took us to the dog park. Again if you guessed "NO", you would be correct. Dad got home early from work on Friday and apparently the third time is a charm cause Dad took us to the dog park to play in the snow. And he brought his camera along to immortalize the event. Here is the story of our adventure.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/395917642/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2226" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/395917642_e009ee8020.jpg" width="240" /></a><img height="180" alt="IMG_2228" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/395917650_778e022855.jpg" width="240" /> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em>"Step on it Dad before the snow melts"</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><br />Well we finally made it to the park, Doofus and I were off to check out the snow.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/395920066/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2239" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/395920066_dadf6cda51_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/395920071/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2240" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/395920071_def0319ec3_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em>"Check it out Digs, we finally got some snow"</em></strong></span></div><br />Now I don't know if you know this about me but I love to run and there is only one thing better than running. It's running in the snow. Here I am at full speed cruising across the tundra (Fine, it isn't really the tundra but a girl can pretend).<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/395920062/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2238" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/395920062_b5c916ab25_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/395920055/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2237" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/395920055_fc785988e0_m.jpg" width="240" /></a> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">"Look at me go, I'm ready for the Iditarod"</span></em></strong></div><br />I love snow so much that I like to stick my tongue out and scoop some up while I run. Dad caught me a couple times with my tongue out.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/395920079/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2242" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/395920079_9dfcbb7c8d_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/395921412/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2245" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/395921412_9cbeb83aee_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em>"Yummy Snow, Yeah"</em></strong></span></div><br />Lares asked me to post a couple of him. He thinks he looks pretty handsome in this first one and wants his "girlfriend" <a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/177530">Amber</a>, to see it. The second is a picture of him "playing" with a <a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/dogo.htm">Dogo Argentino</a>.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/395918909/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/395918909_30a584558c_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_2235" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/395921826/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/395921826_f2e08b4d69_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_2253" /></a></div><br /><br />Hope you enjoyed our pictures.<br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-79314591400903496022007-02-15T15:27:00.000-05:002007-02-15T15:35:55.342-05:00Too CuteLook at this little pup. Isn't he cute. My Mom's friend had a Malamute that sadly crossed over the Rainbow Bridge awhile back. I never got to meet him but I hear he was way cool. Although you can never replace a lost one, who can live without a dog or two or three. So she recently brought this little guy Kona into her house. She sent these pics to my Mom along with the message: "Some pics of our newest addition, Kona "The Terror". Now I'm not sure what kind of trouble the little guy could possibly be getting into but I'm sure that with that cute face, he can "talk" his way out of anything.<br /><br />Later,<br />Althea<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/391401713/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/391401713_1456d6b359_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_1186" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/391401642/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/391401642_8aa50ad96b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_1181" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/391401627/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/391401627_b79039968d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_1173" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/391401629/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/391401629_9892f5585f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="100_1178" /></a></div>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-49637734795637987672007-02-14T18:13:00.000-05:002007-02-14T18:30:03.269-05:00Happy Valentine's Day<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/390601490/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/390601490_121fc81f12.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="ValetinesCard" /></a>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-27941720666068411362007-02-13T10:14:00.000-05:002007-02-13T10:47:28.184-05:00There's Always Next YearLast night Dad, Lares (aka Doofus) and I sat down to watch the <a href="http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/">Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show</a>. Mom was working late at school so she missed it. Unfortunately Dad was not paying attention to the time so we missed the beginning of the Working Group and therefore didn't get to see the Alaskan Malamute: Ch Nanuke's Snoklassic No Boundaries or <span style="color:#ffff00;">Costello</span> as his humans call him (thanks to <a href="http://piratemaverick.blogspot.com/">Cap'n Maverick</a> for giving me the lowdown on the fancy dog name stuff) , strutting his stuff. We tuned in shortly after and got to see most of the action in this highly competitive field. Here are some pictures of me waiting for the best dog in the Working Group to come out, the Siberian Husky of course. Notice I look a little bored.<br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/389026731/"><img height="350" alt="IMG_2216" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/389026731_50d5104e26_b.jpg" width="262" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Bring on the Sibe"</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/389026736/"><img height="375" alt="IMG_2220" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/389026736_7e342b3e53.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Why is the butt shaved on that Portuguese Water Dog?"</span></div><br />Finally, the proud moment for us Siberian Huskies, our day in the spotlight, living vicariously through our cousin: Ch Paragon's Red Red Wine, better known as <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Merlot</span>. She looked great. Here are some pictures of me watching closely.<br /><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/389026751/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2224" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/389026751_dfdcf5d35d_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/389026742/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2222" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/98/389026742_db799ba0dd_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/389027122/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2225" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/389027122_8230a22daa_m.jpg" width="240" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/389026746/"><img height="180" alt="IMG_2223" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/389026746_f257b65c8a_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div align="left"><br />Unfortunately it wasn't meant to be for us Sibes this year. <span style="color:#ffff00;">Costello</span> did come in second. So Lares is all excited since he is part Malamute. I'll have to bring him back down to earth and remind him that he is a total doofus dog with stoopid floppy ears and isn't a real Malamute.</div><br />Oh well, there's always next year.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-62292420112690175672007-02-12T15:06:00.000-05:002007-02-12T15:22:53.187-05:00Westminster Kennel Club Dog ShowI'm sure the good huskies over at <a href="http://dazulsibes.blogspot.com/">D'Azul Sibes</a> are well aware of this but for the rest of you, the <a href="http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/">Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show</a> starred today. From what I hear this is one of the major dog shows. Lares and I like to watch dog shows with Mom & Dad. Of course we always cheer for the Siberian Husky and Alaskan Malamute when the working group comes up. Unfortunately I've never seen either of win. So this time I'm putting out a call to all husky bloggers. We must ban together and use our collective powers of persuasion to ensure victory of one of our brethren. <br /><br />They already completed the <a href="http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/2007/results/breed/bob.html">Best of Breed</a> for both the Siberian Husky and Alaskan Malamute. Here are our contenders looking their best after their big win. For the Sibes we have: Ch Paragon's Red Red Wine and for the Mals we have: Ch Nanuke's Snoklassic No Boundaries. These seem like rather fancy names to me but I guess when your in a dog show you need a fancy sounding name.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/388313953/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/388313953_ca6e880175_m.jpg" width="240" height="174" alt="WS09811105" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/388313958/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/388313958_148f1b1531_m.jpg" width="240" height="172" alt="WR06738101" /></a></div><br />So everyhusky, please keep your paws crossed and cheer for our cousins to win. This way I can have bragging rights at the dog park this weekend.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-63071430038530776212007-02-11T17:24:00.000-05:002007-02-11T19:03:23.187-05:00Snow?I overheard my Mom telling my Dad that we might be getting some snow soon. Now I'm not talking about that pathetic little bit of <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-today-gone-tomorrow.html">snow</a> we had awhile back, I'm talking about real snow. Like 6 inches of snow. I've been complaining about this lack of real snow for sometime. Dad told me not to worry. He's been telling me "just be patient and wait till February, that's when we usually get the real snow". Well it's February and I still haven't seen any real snow yet. Dad did remind me that on Feb. 12 last year we got real snow and had a great time at the dog park as you can see from the pics below (yeah, I've posted these before but they are the best I've got since I'm still waiting for real snow). Keep your paws crossed for me.<br /><div align="center"><br /><a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=0 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171421.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=1 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171819.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=2 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171843.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=3 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171917.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=4 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171922.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=5 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_172216.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=6 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_172248.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=7 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_172423.jpg border=0></a></div><br />I had to do some pretty significant work today in order to smooth things over with my Dad after our morning trip to the dog park. You see there was this little fluffy white dog with a pink sweater at the park and I just couldn't stop myself from chasing it. Every time I caught up to it I would try to squash it. The little sissy white dog's owner didn't seem to take to kindly to this treatment of their little pansy dog. Needless to say Dad wasn't too happy with me either. Shortly after we got to the park he was yelling at me that we had to leave. I managed to evade him for awhile, which I think just made him more angry. Eventually he caught me and we had to go home. I could tell he was really mad, he said something about making him "look like a fool". I tried to apologize with a couple woos on the way home but he was not having any of it. I decided that the best course of action was to stay off his radar for awhile. I mean there was still the afternoon trip to the dog park to be concerned about. Fortunately when Dad woke up from his afternoon nap, he was in a much better mood and he took Lares and I to the park. I got to play with my husky pal, Sabrina and another of my bestest friends, Shelby. <br /><br />Lastly, Dad asked me to make a quick mention of my feline brother Maxwell Silverhammer. Max went across the Rainbow Bridge on February 10, 2005. This was before I came to live with Mom & Dad. So I went about trying to find out more about him. Lares didn't know Max very well cause from what I hear Max was a bit scared of Lares and stayed away from him. I got the lowdown on Max from Spencer who was his litter mate. Spencer said that Max was the greatest brother in the world and that he misses him everyday. He told me some pretty cool stories about Max. Delilah said that Max was the bestest big brother, who taught her alot about being a cool kitty. So in honor of Max here are a couple pics of Maxwell Silverhammer.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/387188995/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/387188995_7ab90997f9_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_0043" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/387184134/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/387184134_0cd9c97a1e_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_0738" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/387187584/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/387187584_1b1f7c7e99_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_0906" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/387184128/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/387184128_046046c4df_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_1005" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/387187581/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/387187581_2944baf841_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="100_0095" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/387184123/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/387184123_24ae07ab3f_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_0537" /></a></div><br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-81504225894626295302007-02-07T21:29:00.000-05:002007-02-07T21:19:29.451-05:00Life is GoodWell my Dad got back safely from his trip to Holland. Unfortunately he didn't visit Belgium where the <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/">Ao4's</a> great sisters were from and he didn't bring me home a puppy like <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/">Zim</a> suggested. But I'm glad to have him home regardless. I mean somebody had to talk my Mom out of killing me or sending me back to my life of <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-about-me_15.html">living on the streets</a>. Seems she didn't take too kindly to me chewing on the dining room rug. Hey I was bored what can I say. And I figured that if I chewed up all the carpet in the house, that Dad would stop using the stoopid dyson creature. Here is a picture of my handy work. I'm not sure that Mom even knows about the second one.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/383278031/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/104/383278031_80c36a7225_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_2210" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/383278032/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/383278032_299bec8d64_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_2213" /></a></div><br />Since Dad has been back I've been too busy to do any blogging. To make up for all his time away, Dad took us to the dog park a bunch of times. We went Friday afternoon and tried to go Saturday morning but it was closed because of the pitiful little amount of snow we got. But it was open for our Saturday afternoon trip and we got two trips on Sunday and even one on Monday cause Dad decided to stay home and spend more time with us. Dad has been complaining that it is way too cold to be standing outside but he loves us so much that he suffers through it.<br /><br />On a good note, Dad maybe getting a new job soon. He has another interview on Friday and then hopefully they will offer him the job. I heard him tell Mom that there would be almost no travel, so he would be home with us all the time. Lares and I are keeping our paws crossed.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-52666855219081294902007-01-29T10:31:00.001-05:002007-01-29T10:52:55.177-05:00Work is StoopidI just don't get this whole work thingy that most of our humans do. Why can't they just stay home and hang out with us all the time. And as if being gone during the day isn't bad enough, my Dad has been going on "business trips" and is gone for days at a time. He doesn't even get to come home at night. Needless to say Dad was on one of these business trips last week which is why I was able to do any blogging. Mom tried to help me one night but she didn't have the right password and I couldn't remember the correct one. So it isn't my fault that I haven't been blogging.<br /><br />Now to make matters worse, Dad is leaving again on another business trip. This time he is going to some place called Holland. This place is in a whole other dog park across the ocean. He leaves tonight and will not be back till Thursday. Hopefully Mom will be able to help me with my blogging during this time but I can't make any promises.<br /><br />In other news, I haven't been feeling very well the past few days. Mom says I have sick poops. I'm embarrassed to admit it but I had an accident in the house. I really had to go and Dad was busy with the Dyson creature. I just couldn't hold it any longer. On the good side, I've been getting cottage cheese and ground beef for breakfast and dinner. It is a yummy change of pace. Lares is not happy about this since we have been cut off from all treats till my stomach is better.<br /><br />I'm not letting my stomach problems slow me down. To make up for his absences, Dad took us to the dog park four times this weekend. I got to play with my husky friend Sabrina and some other pups. <br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-21345296690014842362007-01-19T17:54:00.000-05:002007-01-19T18:13:48.915-05:00Here Today, Gone TomorrowWell actually it should be more like here this morning, gone this afternoon. But beggars can't be chooser and snow is snow. Yes that's right we got snow. From the minute I woke up I knew something special was happening. I was so excited that I forgot myself and jumped in bed with Mom (I'm not allowed in the bed). Dad finally came downstairs to take us for our walk and I could barely contain myself. I keep wooing at him to tell him to move faster. <br /><br />Finally we got outside and what did I see, wonderful fluffy white snow. Now it wasn't much but at least it was something and it was still falling. So we headed off for our morning walk with an extra spring in our steps. Well Lares and I did, we pretty much had to drag Dad along as he didn't seem too excited. It was so great to feel the snow under my paws. I got to sniff the snow and eat the snow (of course not the yellow snow, cause you know <a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/song/don-t-eat-the-yellow-snow/">Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow</a>).<br /><br />Unfortunately our time in the snow was brief and Dad cautioned us not to get too excited cause it would likely be gone by the afternoon. Well sure enough, even though Dad got home early today, the snow was gone. I was upset to say the least but was still grateful to get some snow. And hopefully this is a sign of good things to come.<br /><br />Here are some pictures of Lares and I this morning in our yard with the newly fallen snow.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/362891692/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/362891692_0a0530690f_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_2143" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/362891693/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/362891693_24fbce86c9_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_2144" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/362891690/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/362891690_5e0899b23b_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_2142" /></a></div><br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-9585909067528413712007-01-18T14:19:00.000-05:002007-01-18T14:35:48.308-05:00New LookSo Dad and I have been messing around with the look of my blog. I was getting a bit tired of the old template. I like this one better but it still isn't quite right. I need to play around with the colors a bit. I might need some help from <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/2006/10/woo-its-me-dave-guide-dog-for-color.html">Dave - Guide Dog for the Color Blind</a>.<br /><br />I'm a bit tired today cause I got a pretty good beating from Lares during Fight Club last night. Seems he is not too happy about me posting the video of him freaking out on the couch. I think he is most upset about the fact that his supposed girlfriend, <a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/177530">Amber of the Ao4</a> saw it. He is afraid that she will not think he is cute anymore cause of his goofiness. <br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-23018626844693884512007-01-17T15:17:00.000-05:002007-01-18T10:10:54.550-05:00Now This is an OutrageHave you checked out <a href="http://stevekatwilbur.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-in-texas.html">Steve & Kat's Blog</a> today. They got snow. First <a href="http://fofoworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-weekend-was-so-boring.html">33 degress</a> in Sandy Egg-O. Now snow in Texas. It's not supposed to snow there. I'm surprised Steve & Kat's mom even has gloves and a hat. Here I am in New Jersey and still no snow. It is finally getting cold in my corner of the dog park, Dad actually wore gloves this morning on our walk. We better get some snow soon or I'm heading to Siberia where my ancestors are from. Does anyone know where it is and how to get there? Cap'n Maverick I might need to borrow your pirate ship.<br /><br />So I've been waiting for a couple weeks now to post this funny video of my floppy eared doofus of a brother. As you might remember that Lares mentioned in his <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/tag.html">list</a> of things he didn't want for Christmas, that he does not want any more ear infections. Well here is why:<br /><br />When Larry and I got home from our Christmas vacation at <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/tag.html">Camp Bow Wow</a>, Mom noticed that his ear was kind of smelly. Upon further investigation it was determined that he had an ear infection. This isn't the first time this has happened. Since the goofy gobber isn't a real husky and he has stoopid floppy ears, they tend to get infected. So Mom & Dad had to clean out his ear for a couple days with this smelly solution (I'm not sure what smells worse, his infected ear or the smelly cleaning solution) and then put in some medicine. Well Lares is not a big fan of this process. After they are done he tries to rub the stuff out of his ear. Well Dad managed to catch this process on video. Check it out, it is pretty funny.<br /><br /><center><embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20061230/121530.flv&post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"><a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Photo Sharing</a> - <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Upload Video</a> - <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Video Sharing</a> - <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Share Photos</a></span></center><br /><br />Well that's it for today, I have to go and do a snow dance.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-60706953652659257822007-01-15T16:25:00.000-05:002007-01-15T16:55:41.299-05:00Stoopid Dad and Why it is a Small WorldSo my absence from blogging was a bit longer than expected. As I stated in my last post, my Dad had to go away on a business trip for a few days. "Where did he go?" you might ask. He went to Minnesota and Winnipeg, Canada. Do you know what they have in those places? Two very cool things that huskies love:<br /><ol><li>Cold Weather: especially in Winnipeg where it got down to 10 degrees Fahrenheit.</li><li>Snow: yep, that's right, they have snow. In Winnipeg the snow basically doesn't melt all winter, why? cause it is cold there.</li></ol><p>So Dad went to these cool (or should I say cold) places and did he bring anything back for me? No. Did he bring back the cold weather? No. Did he bring back any snow? No. Not even a small snowball for me to lick. I know that asking to go along on his business trip was too much but the least he could have done was bring back some snow. Instead I got left at home with the floppy eared doofus, who kept Mom and I up every night with his pathetic whining cause Dad was not home.<br /><br />Well, Dad finally got home and should have had time to help me with my blog but our family had some very sad news. My Mom's grandpa went across the human equivalent of our Rainbow Bridge. So Mom has been very, very sad and I have had to spend all my time trying to make her feel better. I believe that the best way to do this is by licking her face. <br /><br />Larry and I got to go to <a href="http://data.gointranet.com/cgi-bin/unitloc/cbw/locator.cgi?cpage=main.html&cu=shayes&cl=Bridgewater">Camp Bow Wow</a> for a day and night so that we would not be in the way. When we got home I could tell that there had been lots of new people in our house and that there was food (I don't even think that I need to mention that I didn't get any). <br /><br />Still no snow here in New Jersey, in fact it was about 50 degrees this weekend. This is ridiculous for mid-January. My new friend <a href="http://fofoworld.blogspot.com/">Frodo</a>, who lives in some place called Sandy Egg-O mentioned in his blog that it was 33 degrees in his corner of the dog park. My Dad said that this Sandy Egg-O is supposed to be warm and that it is very rare that it gets that cold. What is going on with this crazy dog park that we call home. 50 degrees in NJ, when it should be 33 degrees (or colder) and 33 degrees in Sandy Egg-O, when it should be 60 degrees (or warmer). I think the stoopid humans are ruining our dog park. I've been resistant to joining the HULA HOOP cause I'm not big on commitment but I'm starting to think that it is necessary for the good of our dog park that we take over control of the world from these stoopid humans. I think I'll take a nap and make a decision later.<br /><br />So I mentioned our newest Husky Blogger, <a href="http://fofoworld.blogspot.com/">Mr. Frodo K. Banks</a>. He has a cool new blog and is training to be a husky ninja. I don't know much about this ninja stuff but it seems to me that a husky ninja and a husky pirate should be able to get along just famously. He also has another thing going for him, he is a <a href="http://www.siberescue.com/S2002/Galileo.html">rescue sibe</a> and was rescued by <a href="http://siberescue.com/">Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue</a>, which just so happens to be the rescue group that rescued my doofus brother <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/larry-dog-here_22.html">Lares</a> and I was an <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-about-me_15.html">unofficial TOTTSHR rescue</a>. So as the saying goes "it's a small world".<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-91923710192382999122007-01-07T12:09:00.000-05:002007-01-07T14:11:46.745-05:00Thank You, Thank You, Thank YouI would like to thank <a href="http://diariodeumahusky.blogspot.com/">Raisa</a> for making me <a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/netring?ring=raisahusky;action=list">The Husky Bloggers Ring</a>'s featured member of January 2007. It is a great honor to be the first featured member of 2007. Hopefully this is an indication of a great year to come. To think after not blogging for a whole month, I was still picked to be the featured member. Boy if I spent more time blogging just think of where it could get me.<br /><br />I don't have much time today cause Dad has to leave soon on a business trip. So I have to take time out of my busy schedule to console the floppy eared doofus. He gets very upset when Dad goes away. <br /><br />I did want to touch briefly on this whole cat issue that has come up recently. I live with two cats, Spencer and Delilah, and although they are a bit strange, (I could list their idiosyncrasies but I just don't have time to do the list justice) they are not all bad. They do seem to be a bit devious and therefore we should keep and eye on them but don't let this keep you from being friends with a cat. As for this whole <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-reconsidered.html">head butting thing</a> that Zim mentioned in his post yesterday, it is no big deal. Cats just think they own everything and they like to rub themselves on stuff to show you that they own it. Hey its a lot better than lifting your leg on it. Believe me, I've experienced both and I'll take the head butting any day of the week. So in closing here are some pictures of my friends, Spencer and Delilah playing with their Christmas presents.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/349297724/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/349297724_bf23fece23_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_2077" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/349295294/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/349295294_83f8e24ea4_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_2076" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/349297726/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/349297726_739bd21922_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_2087" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/349297732/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/349297732_651f9690a8_m.jpg" width="180" height="135" alt="IMG_2089" /></a><br /><br />I don't know if I be able to post with Dad gone, maybe I can convince Mom to help me. If not, I be back on Thursday.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-52407100443205080392007-01-06T15:09:00.000-05:002007-01-06T15:50:12.313-05:00Christmas Past<div align="left">So during my blogging hiatus, Christmas came and went. I checked out every one's blogs and it seems like you all had a good Christmas with your parents(except for <a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays-everyone.html">Indy</a> who although his parents were away got to stay with his grandparents). Well my Mom & Dad went away to visit Dad's parents in California for Christmas. Did they take me with them, NO. Did I get to stay with my grandparents, NO (Dad says he would not do that to his in-laws even if he didn't like them). So where did I spend Christmas you might be asking. At <a href="http://data.gointranet.com/cgi-bin/unitloc/cbw/locator.cgi?cpage=main.html&cu=shayes&cl=Bridgewater">Camp Bow Wow</a>, which is a doggie daycare and sleep away camp. Basically I get to play all day with other dogs and then get to sleep in a "cabin" with my floppy eared doofus brother. Now don't get me wrong, I like Camp Bow Wow. Lares and I have been there a couple times before but never for seven days. And it was Christmas, a time when you are supposed to be with your family. So I'm still a bit upset about this treatment. Here are some pictures that Dad got of the web cam, when he was checking up on us. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/348076154/"><img height="135" alt="20061227151458" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/348076154_c65833ac84_m.jpg" width="180" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/348076153/"><img height="135" alt="20061227150811" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/139/348076153_60ea94a05e_m.jpg" width="180" /></a><br /><br /></div><p>Mom & Dad finally came to pick us up at 11:00 am, keep in mind they got home the night before, if they really cared they would have been there at 6:00 am when the place opened to pick us up. So to add insult to injury, when they got me and the doofus home, they had the nerve to give us bathes. I hate getting a bath so I continueally fight them to try to get out of the bathtub. I figure if I'm gonna get wet then so are they.<br /><br />Mom & Dad did make it up to us by getting us some cool Christmas presents. Lares got his favorite beef sausage thingy and we got a stuffed basketball (I heard there are some extras for when I destroy this one). My Aunt Allison got me this cool frog with a tennis ball in it. I've already chewed off one of his back legs so that he can't hop as far. </p><p align="center"><br /><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/348087018/"><img height="135" alt="IMG_2122" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/348087018_29b5b9abb1_m.jpg" width="180" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/348087011/"><img height="135" alt="IMG_2121" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/348087011_075ce2835b_m.jpg" width="180" /></a><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683344@N00/348087022/"><img height="135" alt="IMG_2120" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/348087022_90958f000c_m.jpg" width="180" /></a> </p>Well it is about 70 degrees and sunny today here in New Jersey and although I would prefer to have snow, I'm not going to pass up a second trip to the dog park. So that's it for me today. Hopefully tomorrow I will have a chance to comment on this whole CAT epidemic that seems to be the talk of everyones blog.<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-40406945439377892702007-01-04T14:42:00.000-05:002007-01-04T16:48:06.705-05:00TagSo before Christmas I was tagged by both <a href="http://hollyshouse5.blogspot.com/">Holly</a> and my new pupster friends <a href="http://stevekatwilbur.blogspot.com/">Steve & Kat</a>. It is a bit late but I thought I would provide my answers anyways. Since I was tagged twice, I decided to let my floppy eared doofus Lares give his answers also.<br /><br />Ok, me first.<br /><br />Things I want for Christmas:<br /><br /><ol><li>Snow - I know this is an obvious answer but I'm a husky, I need snow. </li><li>Stuffed Toys - as you may remember I am a certified <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/nature-of-beast.html">Stuffed Toy Killer</a>. Mom & Dad don't like to buy them for me cause I can destroy them in minutes. They complain about not having some thing called a money tree, I don't know what this is but it sounds like a lame excuse to me.</li><li>A New Leash and Collar - I'm thinking something in blue like a <a href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=177539">certain someone</a> wears. I wear red now but Mom thinks that blue would really bring out my eyes (I would have to agree).</li></ol><p>Things I do not want for Christmas:</p><ol><li>Mom & Dad to go away for Christmas - more on this in my next post.</li><li>Stinky Bio Spot Flea & Tick stuff - I hate it so much that I give Mom & Dad the cold shoulder for at least a day after they put it on me.</li><li>A Bath - I hate baths almost as much as I hate the Bio Spot stuff. </li></ol><p>And now for The Doofus:</p><p>Hey everyhusky and everydog, Lares here. Althea said that I could play along on the Christmas tag thing but first I would like to say a special hello to <a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/177530">Amber</a> of the <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/">Ao4</a>. She left a nice comment on one of Althea's posts about how cute I am. I just wanted to say thank you. I guess me and my annoying sister have one thing in common, we both like redheads, cause I think that Amber is beautiful, wooooooo. </p><p>Things I want for Christmas: </p><ol><li>Cheese - I love cheese, all kinds of cheese. I would like a <a href="http://www.beemstercheese.us/images/nat_KaasWegen-25.jpg">big wheel of cheese</a> or ten.</li><li>Attention - I want all of Mom & Dad's attention. I don't want to have to share them with the hyena girl anymore.</li><li>New Bed - Before Althea showed up I had my own big bed in Mom & Dad's room. Mind you Althea has her own bed which is smaller since it was for her crate and she is smaller than me. Since Althea doesn't have to stay in the crate anymore, she steals my bed every night and I have to sleep on the small bed, which is just too small for a sibermute like me.</li></ol><p>Things I do not want for Christmas:</p><ol><li>Another ear infection - I have have one now and I hate them.</li><li>Dad to go away on any more business trips ever again.</li><li>Another annoying sister.</li></ol><p>Alright enough nonsense from The Doofus. I hope you enjoyed our Christmas wants and don't wants. I will not tag anyone since we are way behind on this one. </p><p>Well that's it for today. Stop by tomorrow for more. Dad is going to be home from work cause he has a job interview in the morning. I'll have to make sure his suit is nicely covered in husky fur before he goes.</p><p>Later,<br />Althea<br /></p>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-54817251329801156712007-01-03T12:40:00.000-05:002007-01-03T14:08:11.721-05:00Hi My Name is Althea (in case you forgot)<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-size:180%;">MERRY <span style="color:#ff0000;">CHRISTMAS</span></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">&</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">HAPPY NEW YEAR</span></strong></div><div align="center">(better late than never)<br /></div><div align="left"><br />That's right, its me, your favorite blue eyed, red/white Siberian Husky, Althea (okay, maybe I'm not your favorite but I should be). It has been nearly a month since my last post and I hope that all my friends out there will remember me and come back to my blog. I know what your saying, "Althea, you promised to blog more often". I know, I know, I promised but lets be honest, I'm a husky, you can't believe everything that I say. I really don't have any excuse for my extended hiatus except that I'm a husky, I'm lucky my attention span lasts long enough for me to eat my dinner. Fellow husky bloggers, you know what I'm talking about. It's just hard to concentrate on one thing for any length of time.<br /><br />Well that being said, you haven't missed much due to my lack of blogging. However I did miss something very important, <a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007-and-happy-honorary-birthday.html">Zim's Birthday</a>. So I would like to wish "The Cutest Boy Husky in the World" a very happy belated birthday.<br /><br />I did tell Zim that I would be posting yesterday but I just didn't feel like it for two reasons:<br /></div><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><div align="left"><ol><li>Lares: boy is he a doofus. He'll lift his leg and pee on anything and everything (including me and Cousin Riley) but he is the pickiest pooper in the world. See Lares will not just go outside and poop. He has to take a walk around the block to find a good spot to go. When it rains, Dad doesn't usually take us for a walk, something about too much wet dog hair (doesn't seem to bother him when he is giving me a bath). So we just go potty on our lawn. I have no problem doing my business on our lawn, Lares on the other hand just holds his poop. So it rained on Monday and Lares didn't do his morning or evening poops. He then proceeded to whine all night until Dad finally got up a 3 am to take him outside. So Reason #1: I was tired.</li><li>Dad: he annoyed me but putting stinky <a href="http://www.biospot.com/">Bio Spot Flea & Tick stuff</a> on my back. I don't like it. It really annoys me for some reason. So I had act like I was sick and upset with him for the rest of the night. When he said "Althea do you want to go blog", I sighed and laid my cute little head down. So Reason #2: I was annoyed.</li></ol></div><p align="left">So I'm feeling much better today and here is a quick summary of my activities since my last post. </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><ul><li><div align="left">NO SNOW. That's right, it is January and I have yet to see a single snow flake. This is just ridiculous. It is in the 50's today and will likely hit 60 on Saturday. Unacceptable. I need snow, I'm a husky for pete's sake. </div></li><li><div align="left">TOO LITTLE TIME AT THE DOG PARK. You may remember my rant about <a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-gonna-bite-him-in-butt.html">stoopid daylight savings</a>, which completely interfers with going to the dog park after Dad gets home from work. Well this is a stoopid trend that has continued. We only get to go on the weekend. Fortunately Dad usually takes us in the morning and the evening on Saturday and Sunday. The evening is better cause more of my friends are there. The dogs that go in the morning tend to be weenies (Dad doesn't like there parents either). Dad did tell me that since we passed the <a href="http://www.factmonster.com/spot/wintersolstice1.html">Winter Solstice</a> the days are getting longer from here on out. So hopefully soon we can go to the dog park everyday, yeah! </div></li><li><div align="left">ANNOYING LARRY THE DOOFUS DOG - he can be such a weenie (see above).</div></li><li><div align="left">TASTING MY FELINE BROTHER SPENCER - Mom calls him an oven stuffer roaster cause sometimes he looks like a turkey when he sits in a certain position. So I figured and would see what he tastes like. I usually do this when Mom & Dad aren't looking but they always seem to find out (something about him being wet from drool). </div></li></ul><p align="left">I've got lots more to report but I figure that is enough for now. I don't want to run out of things to blog about. It's good to be back.</p><p align="left">Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34336834.post-6086130668122415672006-12-05T20:44:00.000-05:002006-12-05T21:20:14.495-05:00Snow & Eating Your VegetablesFirstly, I know that once again I have been lax in updating my blog, I really have no excuse other than that it is tough work beating up my whiny brother all the time. I really know how my buddy, <a href="http://worldofturbo.blogspot.com/">Turbo</a> feels having to deal with his brother <a href="http://lexhdog.blogspot.com/">Lex</a>. It is such a demanding job that it leaves little time for posting. <br /><br />So let me say how jealous I am of my fellow <a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/netring?ring=raisahusky;action=list">Husky Bloggers</a> out there that got snow recently. I especially like to welcome <a href="http://macie-malechai.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html">Macie & Malechai</a> to the wonderful world of snow. Sounds like they got a great introduction with <a href="http://macie-malechai.blogspot.com/2006/12/snow.html">13 or so inches</a> of the great white stuff. Now I would appreciate it if those of you that did get snow would stop taunting the rest of us with this fact. It's just not fair. At least we have finally been getting to that special temperature that allows the snow to fall. After 60 - 70 degree weather, it has finally gotten cold in my corner of the dog park. In celebration (and anticipation) here are some pictures of Lares (aka floppy eared doofus) and I playing in the snow last year. <br /><a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=0 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171421.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=1 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171819.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=2 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171843.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=3 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171917.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=4 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_171922.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=5 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_172216.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=6 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_172248.jpg border=0></a> <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206501&cdate=20060212&cimg=7 target=_blank><img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20060212/s_172423.jpg border=0></a> <br /><br />So my buddy <a href="http://www.indyscorner.blogspot.com/">Indy</a> posted a picture of the great <a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/2006/11/puppies-are-not-presents.html">food</a> that he gets to eat. Doofus and I were way jealous (boy with all this jealousy it is a wonder I haven't turned green with envy) about this great food he gets to eat. We eat the same <a href="http://www.biljac.com/store/products/DSelM.asp">stuff</a> day in and day out. Except we do occassionaly get a cool treat. Tonight, Mom & Dad were preparing something called a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pot_roast">pot roast</a> for their dinner tomorrow, which we will not get any of (if recent history continues to hold true). We did however get some carrots. I love carrots. Doofus didn't like carrots before until he saw me eating one. Now pansy boy has to eat them to. Dad got some fun videos of us crunching our carrots. So here they are. Our feline sister, Delilah, can be heard in meowing in Lares' video and she even makes a cameo in mine. Fortunately Dad missed the part where she takes a swipe at my tail.<br /><br /><center><embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20061205/212330.flv&post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"><a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Photo Sharing</a> - <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Upload Video</a> - <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Video Sharing</a> - <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Share Photos</a></span></center><br /><br /><center><embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206501/20061205/212420.flv&post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"><a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Photo Sharing</a> - <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Upload Video</a> - <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Video Sharing</a> - <a href=http://www.dropshots.com/>Share Photos</a></span></center><br /><br />Well that's all for today. Be back at you soon (I promise).<br /><br />Later,<br />AltheaAltheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01625763775394458882noreply@blogger.com12