Althea's Blog

Happy Mother's Day

2007-05-13T12:55:00.000-04:00

Just 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.

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.

In closing, here is a picture of me giving my Mommy a smooch, followed by a picture of us hugging.

Later,
Althea

My Triumphant Return

2007-05-11T11:38:00.000-04:00

Hey 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).

First order of business, in my last blog a left you all with a little game to play, Who's Who. Well "the cutest boy husky in the world", Zim of the Ao4 had no problem determining which pictures was me and which pictures was Raisa. I hope you guys enjoyed my little game. Dad and I sure had fun picking out the pictures.

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.

My Mom had a week off from school, so the Doofus 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 Doofus got to hang out with her though. Totally unfair.
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 Cuz Riley came to hang out too. We had lots of fun, except for the fact that he kept stealing my My Bad Cuz. 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.
The Doofus and I got to go to Camp Bow Wow for a weekend while Mom & Dad went down to Virginny 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 feets of water. Doofus 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 litter box 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.
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 children's books, what a dork.
Speaking of dorks or Doofuses as the case may be. My floppy eared doofus brother Lares got in big trouble last week at the dog park. There was a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier named Wallace that was paying bit too much attention to Lares for his liking. Lares tried to warn him with a little growling but Wallace was persistent. Lares 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 Lares 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.

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 Doofus and I are getting to go to Virginny 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 Poseidon cause he lives in that section of the dog park. Hey Poseidon if your out there, let me know where your dog park is.

Later,
Althea

Puppy Pictures and Twins

2007-03-29T15:07:00.000-04:00

Hey it's me, your favorite Red & White Sibe, well aside from Zim, Amber, Indy, Meeshka, Turbo, Raisa and Sooky. 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.

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 Ao4, 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 post 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.

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 peeing on our parents beds.

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:

You should be able to get this one:

This one is a little bit trickier:

Getting tougher now:

You've got no chance on this one:

Hope you enjoyed our little game. In picking out pictures for this game we were checking out Raisa's pictures on Flickr 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.

Later,
Althea

Althea 2, Dyson Creature 0

2007-03-17T14:30:00.000-04:00

So 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 here. 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.

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 Army of Four's 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 Brynne. 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.

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.

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.

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.

Later,
Althea

Spencer and Stickers

2007-02-27T19:54:00.000-05:00

So 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, Sunday Treats, my Cuzin Riley asked it Spencer really did eat the Snausages in a Blanket. 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 Holly). The little bugger just couldn't get enough of them.

Second, based on the last picture, Zim of the Ao4 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.

On Saturday, I posted about the cool Stormy Magnet 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 Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue fundraiser we went to back in September called Tails on the Trails. Lares is a TOTTSHR Alumni and he got to be in the Alumni Parade. You can see some pics of him here 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 website that not only sells the cool stickers but also has cool shirts, mugs, and magnets with the cool husky logo.

Later,
Althea

Sunday Treats

2007-02-26T13:11:00.000-05:00

Mom & 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 Snausages in a Blanket. They are cheese and beef flavored and very tasty. Doofus and I were quickly at attention.

"Whatcha got Moms?"

"Yummy, Snausages in a Blanket, my favorite"

"Apparently they're not just for dogs, cats love em too"

"Hey Mom, how about give me one of those DOG TREATS?"

Later,
Althea

Odds and Ends

2007-02-24T14:37:00.000-05:00

Not much to report today, just a few quick items.

You might remember awhile back that I was complaining about the fact that Work is Stoopid. 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.

Back in October I posted about meeting some Malamute puppies 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, Sabrina, 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.

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 Stormy 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 Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue.

"Can you find Stormy on my fridge?"

"How about if we get a little closer?"

"If you can't find her now, you are just blind"

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).

Well that's it for today. I'm about ready for another trip to the dog park, gotta go wake Dad up.

Later,
Althea

Good Day, Bad Day

2007-02-20T14:42:00.000-05:00

Well Mom & Dad were home from work yesterday for President's Day (one day there will be a President's Day for our pal Tubey). 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.

I've been a bit down lately cause I recently destroyed my most favoritest toy in the whole world, Bad Cuz. 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.

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 PetCo, 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 Good Cuz, 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.

"Bad Cuz"

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.

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.

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.

"Just the way I like him."

Later,
Althea

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.

SNOW!!!

2007-02-19T18:27:00.000-05:00

Well, lots to post about but I'll save some stuff for future posts. Between Valentine's Day and the cute pics of Kona the Malamute puppy, 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.

"Step on it Dad before the snow melts"

Well we finally made it to the park, Doofus and I were off to check out the snow.

"Check it out Digs, we finally got some snow"

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).

"Look at me go, I'm ready for the Iditarod"

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.

"Yummy Snow, Yeah"

Lares asked me to post a couple of him. He thinks he looks pretty handsome in this first one and wants his "girlfriend" Amber, to see it. The second is a picture of him "playing" with a Dogo Argentino.

Hope you enjoyed our pictures.
Later,
Althea

Too Cute

2007-02-15T15:27:00.000-05:00

Look 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.

Later,
Althea

Happy Valentine's Day

2007-02-14T18:13:00.000-05:00

There's Always Next Year

2007-02-13T10:14:00.000-05:00

Last night Dad, Lares (aka Doofus) and I sat down to watch the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. 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 Costello as his humans call him (thanks to Cap'n Maverick 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.

"Bring on the Sibe"

"Why is the butt shaved on that Portuguese Water Dog?"

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 Merlot. She looked great. Here are some pictures of me watching closely.

Unfortunately it wasn't meant to be for us Sibes this year. Costello 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.

Oh well, there's always next year.

Later,
Althea

Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show

2007-02-12T15:06:00.000-05:00

I'm sure the good huskies over at D'Azul Sibes are well aware of this but for the rest of you, the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show 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.

They already completed the Best of Breed 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.

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.

Later,
Althea

Snow?

2007-02-11T17:24:00.000-05:00

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 snow 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.

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.

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.

Later,
Althea

Life is Good

2007-02-07T21:29:00.000-05:00

Well my Dad got back safely from his trip to Holland. Unfortunately he didn't visit Belgium where the Ao4's great sisters were from and he didn't bring me home a puppy like Zim 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 living on the streets. 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.

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.

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.

Later,
Althea

Work is Stoopid

2007-01-29T10:31:00.001-05:00

I 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.

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.

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.

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.

Later,
Althea

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

2007-01-19T17:54:00.000-05:00

Well 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.

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 Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow).

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.

Here are some pictures of Lares and I this morning in our yard with the newly fallen snow.

Later,
Althea

New Look

2007-01-18T14:19:00.000-05:00

So 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 Dave - Guide Dog for the Color Blind.

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, Amber of the Ao4 saw it. He is afraid that she will not think he is cute anymore cause of his goofiness.

Later,
Althea

Now This is an Outrage

2007-01-17T15:17:00.000-05:00

Have you checked out Steve & Kat's Blog today. They got snow. First 33 degress 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.

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 list of things he didn't want for Christmas, that he does not want any more ear infections. Well here is why:

When Larry and I got home from our Christmas vacation at Camp Bow Wow, 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.

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Well that's it for today, I have to go and do a snow dance.

Later,
Althea

Stoopid Dad and Why it is a Small World

2007-01-15T16:25:00.000-05:00

So 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:

Cold Weather: especially in Winnipeg where it got down to 10 degrees Fahrenheit.
Snow: yep, that's right, they have snow. In Winnipeg the snow basically doesn't melt all winter, why? cause it is cold there.

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.

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.

Larry and I got to go to Camp Bow Wow 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).

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 Frodo, 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.

So I mentioned our newest Husky Blogger, Mr. Frodo K. Banks. 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 rescue sibe and was rescued by Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue, which just so happens to be the rescue group that rescued my doofus brother Lares and I was an unofficial TOTTSHR rescue. So as the saying goes "it's a small world".

Later,
Althea

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You

2007-01-07T12:09:00.000-05:00

I would like to thank Raisa for making me The Husky Bloggers Ring'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.

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.

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 head butting thing 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.

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.

Later,
Althea

Christmas Past

2007-01-06T15:09:00.000-05:00

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 Indy 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 Camp Bow Wow, 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.

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.

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.

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.

Later,
Althea

Tag

2007-01-04T14:42:00.000-05:00

So before Christmas I was tagged by both Holly and my new pupster friends Steve & Kat. 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.

Ok, me first.

Things I want for Christmas:

Snow - I know this is an obvious answer but I'm a husky, I need snow.
Stuffed Toys - as you may remember I am a certified Stuffed Toy Killer. 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.
A New Leash and Collar - I'm thinking something in blue like a certain someone wears. I wear red now but Mom thinks that blue would really bring out my eyes (I would have to agree).

Things I do not want for Christmas:

Mom & Dad to go away for Christmas - more on this in my next post.
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.
A Bath - I hate baths almost as much as I hate the Bio Spot stuff.

And now for The Doofus:

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 Amber of the Ao4. 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.

Things I want for Christmas:

Cheese - I love cheese, all kinds of cheese. I would like a big wheel of cheese or ten.
Attention - I want all of Mom & Dad's attention. I don't want to have to share them with the hyena girl anymore.
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.

Things I do not want for Christmas:

Another ear infection - I have have one now and I hate them.
Dad to go away on any more business trips ever again.
Another annoying sister.

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.

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.

Later,
Althea

Hi My Name is Althea (in case you forgot)

2007-01-03T12:40:00.000-05:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS

HAPPY NEW YEAR

(better late than never)

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.

Well that being said, you haven't missed much due to my lack of blogging. However I did miss something very important, Zim's Birthday. So I would like to wish "The Cutest Boy Husky in the World" a very happy belated birthday.

I did tell Zim that I would be posting yesterday but I just didn't feel like it for two reasons:

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.
Dad: he annoyed me but putting stinky Bio Spot Flea & Tick stuff 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.

So I'm feeling much better today and here is a quick summary of my activities since my last post.

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.
TOO LITTLE TIME AT THE DOG PARK. You may remember my rant about stoopid daylight savings, 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 Winter Solstice the days are getting longer from here on out. So hopefully soon we can go to the dog park everyday, yeah!
ANNOYING LARRY THE DOOFUS DOG - he can be such a weenie (see above).
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).

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.

Later,
Althea

Snow & Eating Your Vegetables

2006-12-05T20:44:00.000-05:00

Firstly, 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, Turbo feels having to deal with his brother Lex. It is such a demanding job that it leaves little time for posting.

So let me say how jealous I am of my fellow Husky Bloggers out there that got snow recently. I especially like to welcome Macie & Malechai to the wonderful world of snow. Sounds like they got a great introduction with 13 or so inches 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.

So my buddy Indy posted a picture of the great food 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 stuff day in and day out. Except we do occassionaly get a cool treat. Tonight, Mom & Dad were preparing something called a pot roast 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.

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Well that's all for today. Be back at you soon (I promise).

Later,
Althea

Substitute Blogger

2006-11-29T09:49:00.000-05:00

It's me Lares, Althea's smarter, cuter, better behaved older brother here. Althea mentioned in her blog yesterday that she was going to "allow" me to post on her blog. What she doesn't realize is that if I want to post on her blog, I will go ahead and do it, I don't need her permission. Besides if I wanted my own blog all I have to do is ask my Dad. He loves me best, so he'll do anything I ask, except get rid of that brat Althea. I try to remind him how great it was when it was just the two of us but he will not get rid of her. Oh well (sigh).

Regardless, the pain in the neck is not feeling very well today. Mom said that she had "sick poops". So I thought I would fill in for her today. Dad is home with us and he is keeping an eye on her cause she has been acting a little funny since last night. I think it is all just an act since Mom & Dad were not paying enough attention to her but we'll see.

So as Althea said, I wanted to share some fun pictures of me from last Turkey Day. Dad stumbled upon them when Mom suggested that he look at last years pics to see exactly how he cooked the Turkey (he does on the charcoal grill outside). So Dad checked the pictures to see if he used a rack for the turkey and found some cool pics of me and a special guest we had. As Althea has probably told you, our Mom is a teacher of little humans. Last year her class was reading a book about a stuffed bear named Corduroy. Along with the book the class has a Corduroy teddy bear, which each little human gets to take home for a weekend and then write about their adventures with him. Well Mom got to bring Corduroy home of the Turkey Day weekend. Since little humans love us dogs, Mom took some pictures of me and Corduroy hanging out together. So here are my cool pics for you to enjoy. Aren't I cute. Notice that there aren't any pictures of the hyena, Althea. If you remember from one of her previous posts, this is what happens to stuffed toys in our house.

In other news, the awesome rescue group that saved me and brought me to my furever home, Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue, has published their annual calender. And guess what, I'm in it. Yep that's right there is a small picture of me on the page for January 2008. I know what your thinking, "more than a whole year is a long time to wait to be able to look at such a handsome dog as myself" but be assured there are tons of other great husky pictures to tide you over until January 2008 (or you could just skip ahead, no one will blame you). It is just a small picture of me since Dad was remiss in sending them any new pics of me. But at least it is something. After my big debut in the 2005 calender where I had a hole page picture with my foster brother, Guinness. I wasn't even in the 2006 calender. So a small pic is better than no pic.

So 2006 is nearly over and you will need a new calender for 2007, so why not make it a calender with a bunch of great rescued Siberian Huskies. Not only will you get a great calender but you will be helping homeless huskies have a chance at finding their furever homes. Just click here and order one or ten, they make great gifts.

Well that's it for now. Hopefully Althea will be feeling better later and will be able to post some of her words of wisdom (snicker, words of wisdom my furry butt).

Peace,
Larry the Dog

Not So Thankful

2006-11-28T11:09:00.000-05:00

Well, they did it to me again. Mom & Dad have been too busy to help me with my blog. Unfortunately I need their help with the typing as I don't really know how. I've heard mention of a husky friendly keyboard but I haven't been able to find one on the Internet, not even on eBay where you can buy all kinds of Crap.

So as I mentioned Mom & Dad have been too busy to help me. Mom was busy with report cards and parent conferences for the little humans that she teaches. On a good note I did find out that my "team" of little humans won the competition that my Mom does at school to keep the little humans from being bad (hope she doesn't get any crazy ideas to try to make me be good). Here is a picture of the Team Althea and Team Lares scorecards. There are also ones for my feline siblings, Spencer and Delilah. Notice how just like my buddy Turbo says, humans love pictures of us sleeping. Of course that is because it is hard to catch me when I'm awake.

Dad was busy with work and had to make a quick and unwanted trip to France for work. Too bad he didn't know about Stormy's French Lessons at SZK SSS, they would have come in handy for his trip. Fortunately for Mom and me it was a quick trip cause Lares tends to get rather depressed when Dad is away. I mean he mopes around enough when Dad is home, you should see him when Dad leaves to go to the store or for a run. Here is a picture of him looking sad and pathetic one morning when Dad left to go to work.

Well Dad made it home the day before Turkey Day and Mom finished up all her conferences, so I figure that they would be prepared to spend some quality time with me. But no, they had to get everything ready for Turkey Day. Dad got home from his trip and out came the dreaded dyson creature and his other implements of cleaning and went to work. Mom got home and started cooking up some good smelling stuff. So I figured "Okay, maybe they don't have time to spend with me but at least I'll get some good food". Wrong. This picture shows how Lares and I spent most of Turkey Day (you might recognize this pic from my after Howloween post, when we received similar treatment). Dad said that he didn't want us around the table, begging while everyone was trying to eat. If he didn't want me around the table, begging all he had to do was give me a turkey leg and I would have left everyone alone but no such luck.

So needless to say, I am not very thankful about how I was treated on Turkey Day. In addition I didn't get any turkey, or stuffing or mashed potatoes. I did get a little taste of the pumpkin desert stuff but not nearly enough to make me thankful. They only good thing that has come out of Turkey Day is that Mom & Dad did not have to go to work for a couple days. Dad is still home with us until Thursday. So we have been able to go to the dog park and stuff.

Well that's it for for now. Be sure to check back as I promise to post more often in the coming days. I've already got some ideas for future posts. I did promise Lares that he could make a post or two. He has some pics from last years Turkey Day that he wants to post and some information on where to get a really cool husky calender (he thinks it is cool because he is in it), so check back today as he might get around to it later.

Later,
Althea

2006-11-12T15:12:00.000-05:00

Hey everyhusky and everydog, Althea here. Hope everyone is enjoying the weekend. It's pretty warm here in the Garden State, about 70 F. A bit warm for my liking but I don't let it get me down.

Mom and I had another great day together on Friday. We were so busy that we didn't have a chance to blog about it. Mom did some work and stuff and I pretty much followed her around the house. This makes her feel good and think that I really love her (which I do of course). She even took me running again, what fun. Dad got home from work early so we all went to the dog park.

Saturday was a good day too. Two trips to the "DP", that's what Mom & Dad call it when they don't want us to know that they are talking about it. Of course we know what they are talking about but we pretend not to understand. It's good to keep the humans thinking that they are the smarter species. It makes them feel better about themselves.

Looks like we'll only have one trip to the "DP" today. Dad took us in the morning. It was boring, no one wanted to run with me. So I decided to play with a tennis ball a little. I only do this when I'm really bored at the park. Everyone comments that I play like a cat. I like to pounce on the ball so that it shots away from me so that I can chase. Once I catch it I repeat the process till I get bored, which is typically pretty quick as I don't have much of an attention span.

So Lares and I have been punishing Mom & Dad for leaving us home alone on Friday and Saturday night. Typically when they are out late, they've been drinking adult beverages, which usually make them want to sleep late the next morning. So Lares & I have decided that 7 am on Saturday and Sunday is an excellent time for Fight Club. Between Lares' Chewbacca impression and the sound of our nails raking across the bamboo mat that they have on the floor, it is a very effect means of getting them out of bed. Needless to say they are both a bit cranky today.

Speaking of cranky, the doofus is really being a big pansy lately. He slides down the stair once and now he will not go down the stairs without Mom or Dad's help. He'll stay up stairs and whine until some one helps him down. What a doofus. Mom is talking about putting carpet on the stairs so that sissy boy will stop falling down them. I'm ok with this as the stairs can be a bit dangerous for us huskies. This way with carpet on them, I'll be able to run down them real fast and not worry about falling.

A couple quick items before I go:

Zim - thank you for taking care of the dyson creature for me. I think you finally put it in its place. When Dad brought him out today it keep its distance from me.
Amber - cats really aren't all that bad. It is a bit ridiculous that there is a Little Kitten Avenue near your house and no Doggie Drive or Sibe Street as well.
Opy - it is a bit crazy that all of our homes have been invaded by the dreaded dyson creature. The guy who invented it must be super rich. I wish my Dad could invent something cool and make lots of money.
Poseidon - I can only speak for Lares and myself, but we head straight out of the room as soon as the dyson creature comes out to play. I don't know if I'm brave enough to have it "vacuum" me.
Zack - My Mom & Dad are great. I'm sure your awesome foster mom will find you a home just as good as Lares and I have. I'll keep checking the Harnessed to Hope Northern Breed Rescue's Foster Dog Blog to see how your search goes.

So I've been noticing that a lot of you dogs out there have been taking your blogs a step further and instead of just posting pictures your posting videos. I think this is way cool. So I figured I would jump on the bandwagon. Here is a video of Lares & I having a little Fight Club meeting. Enjoy.

Later,
Althea

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Girls Just Want to Have Fun

2006-11-09T17:44:00.000-05:00

So as you know from my previous post, me and my brother got to stay home with mom today. This is a pretty rare occurrence, and to be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect. I had my suspicions at first that this was just going to be an ordinary day of sleeping, eating stuff that I know I am not supposed to (Dad thinks I don't know any better; boy is he dumb), and torturing the doofus and maybe the cats if I was feeling up to it. After a morning of watching mom do work, things took a turn for the worse. The cleaning began, and out came... the dyson creature!! I knew immediately that something was wrong! Surely dad was the only one crazy enough to go near it! But no, mom was attempting to use it. I tried to talk her out of it, but I was afraid of the bad words she was yelling (at the creature, not me). It was at that moment that I knew things were going to be okay! As it turns out, mom hates the dyson creature just as much as I do! She explained to me that sometimes we have to do things (or go near creatures) we don't like in order to make someone else happy. Really I am only out to please myself, so mom had to explain this to me a few times. Maybe I will work on this, but probably not.

So after mom and I had our girl talk about the yellow monster and trying to make dad happy, we had to have another talk. This one turned out to to have a much happier ending- that is, one that benefited me! Mom explained that seeing as she liked eating a lot (like me), but didn't like the new butt she'd gotten because of it, we were going to go running!! You can all imagine my excitement! Dad wouldn't take me, but mom was going to! You can imagine the whooping and hollering I did when I found out. I didn't even make mom play "lasso the husky!" The best part was that the doofus had to stay home. I bet he missed me!

So we were off! And just like Forest Gump, we were running, and running... until this lady was blocking our path on the sidewalk. Much to my dismay, we had to stop. It turns out that she was driving her car and saw me, and just had to stop for a husky greeting. I didn't feel much like greeting her, I just wanted to run. But mom made me stop and be nice. When I realized that she was raving about my beauty, you can bet I stuck around to hear it all. I felt bad though because she had a husky for twenty years, but he crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. I was sad, so I gave her a Husky kiss. And then I was off again!

As if my day couldn't have gotten any better, mom took me and the doofus to the park later in the afternoon! I can't wait until tomorrow! Haroooo!!
Later,
Althea

Hello Again

2006-11-08T19:46:00.000-05:00

Hey everyhusky and everydog, it's me your old pal Althea (that's Dread Dog Pirate Althea Red Eye to you pirating dogs). Well it has been some time since my last post, I'll get to the reasons for that later. But first I would like to thank M&M for leaving a comment on my blog today to check to make sure I was ok. Thanks guys, I glad to report that everything is A OK.

So as to my not posting in over a week, I blame it on my Dad. You see he and Mom have been rather busy lately. I can't blame it on Mom cause at least she is busy for a good reason, teaching the little humans. I'm not sure what Dad's excuse is, I thinkg he is just lazy. I'm luck I was even able to post my Evilest Picture on Howloween. Speaking of Howloween, what a let down. Just like Dakota mentioned in her blog, the floppy eared doofus and I were tricked with a treat into a confined area. Here is a picture of us on Howloween night. We didn't even get to lick the chocolate off of any little human's faces.

Well Howloween was my last post, since then Mom & Dad have been too busy with one thing or another to help me with my blog. This past Saturday Mom was gone all day shopping and didn't bring me back a thing for me, how rude. I mean I'm a girl too, I like clothes and stuff to make me pretty. On Sunday Mom & Dad went to "The City" to see a friend of theirs run in something called a Marathon. I've never heard of this but I don't see what the big deal is, us Sibes could do that without breaking a sweat. We were born to run long distances.

So after seeing this marathon thing, Dad has decided that he needs to start running. He finally quit the stoopid burning sticks and thinks that he now needs to "get in shape" (good luck fatso). So he has not had time to help me with my blog. Now Dad knows all about my love of running so you would think he would take me with him but no, he says that I would be too much of a pain in the butt during his run, stopping to smell everything and stuff. I think he is just afraid that I would out do him. So instead I've been left behind with nothing to do but beat up on The Doofus. He is a picture of me putting the smack down on the Goofy Goober.

I am very excited about the next two days since my Mommy will be home from work. Dad was going to be home too but he has stoopid stuff to do at work and so he can't stay home with us. Hopefully Mom will not be too busy with her school stuff to pay attention to me. Mom even asked Dad if he could leave the Siberian Utility Vehicle (SUV) so that she can take us to the dog park (yeah). Mom and Dad try to keep the husky furry confined to only one vehicle. Here is a picture of the "SUV" from the big snow storm we had last February. I sure hope we have snow like that this winter. If you look real close at the "SUV" you can see the cool sibe sticker.

Well I think that is it for today. Maybe Mom will help me blog tomorrow.

Later,
Althea

I'm Gonna Bite Him in the Butt

2006-10-31T20:12:00.000-05:00

Well Mom & Dad are back home. I'm a bit angry cause Dad promised they would be home on Sunday in time to take me to the dog park. Well he lied and they didn't get home till after dark. So no dog park at all this weekend. Some lame excuse about a 4 hour delay due to wind. Too bad they didn't have Ao4's Weather Controller, they could have made it not windy in NJ and gotten home in time to take me to the dog park. I'm pretty sure that I missed a Leaf Tornado.

I did have fun with my Cousin Riley. My Aunt Allison takes very good care of us when she comes to visit. She even helped me with my blog on Saturday. Mom & Dad enjoyed their trip to Memphis. They didn't get to see The King, but they did have a good time at the wedding and they had a great time seeing all their friends from college. Dad is complaining about being tired and sick. I'm pretty sure that it is due to staying up too late and drinking too many Adult Beverages. Regardless of how angry I am, it is good to have my Mommy & Daddy home to take care of me.

And now I will explain the title of today's blog, "I'm Gonna Bite Him in the Butt". So Mom & Dad get home on Sunday. Monday morning I'm getting a little excited cause it is starting to get light out and Mom & Dad are still sleeping, so I think maybe they took the day off to stay home with me and make up for Abandoning me. Eventually the dreaded alarm clock goes off and Dad gets up. He takes The Doofus and I for our morning walk. Lately it has been pretty dark out (Dad has to bring along a flashlight to pick up our poops) but this morning it was sort of light out. So we went about our business and Mom & Dad left for work. As the day progressed it started getting dark out and Dad wasn't home yet. By the time he got home it was pretty dark and he needed his flashlight for our walk. I just figured that he was a bit late getting home and so we couldn't go to the dog park. Well the same thing happened today. Now I'm just angry. I asked Mom & Dad what the deal is. They explained this stoopid thing called Daylight Savings. They said that between this and the fact that the days are getting shorter due to it being winter, we cannot go to the dog park during the week. Now as you can imagine, I am outraged by this. I lover winter cause it is cold and we get snow but this is no good. What is a girl to do? I need to run and play. This just isn't fair. Who's stoopid idea was this Daylight Savings nonsense? When I find out, "I'm gonna bite him in the butt". Stoopid humans.

Well I promised in one of my first blogs, here is my most Evilest Pictures. I thought it would be appropriate for Howloween. Pretty scary, huh.
Later,
Althea

While the parents are away...

2006-10-28T16:10:00.000-04:00

...the doggies will play! Harooo! You better believe it! So Mom and Dad touched down in the land of the delta blues yesterday afternoon, and it's been fun and mayhem ever since. Cousin Riley and Aunt Allison got here last night just in time for the doggie house party (sorry we didn't have time to send out invitations or you all would have been invited), which was pretty crazy. Even Lares was swinging from the chandelier!

Okay, so I exaggerate. But we dogs ARE having a good time, and we safely outnumber the humans, which is ALWAYS a wonderful thing. No dog park (we seem to be having a bit of a Nor'easter today), but we've gone on a couple good walks. The best things -- as I might have mentioned in a previous blog -- are the huge piles of leaves that are lining our street. Lares, Riley and I have plowed through every one of them, carefully marking our paths as we go. Riley almost got peed on at one point by Lar, but Auntie Allison's been on the lookout for that and quickly yanked him out of the way. Too bad!

Well, we're off on our afternoon walk before it starts to rain again. Hope you're all having a great weekend -- I'll touch back again soon!

Big licks,
Althea

Abandoned

2006-10-26T19:14:00.000-04:00

Hey, Althea here, I just realized that I have blogged since Monday. You all must really be missing my words of wisdom and fun stories. If not just lie to me and tell me that you do.

So my Mom & Dad are abandoning me again this weekend. They are off to the land of Elvis, Memphis Tennessee. Actually they are not going to see Elvis (he isn't alive any more). They are going to the wedding of one of their bestest friends from college. They are leaving tomorrow and will not be back till Sunday evening. My Mom wants to go to see Graceland, the home of Elvis. Dad isn't too excited. Even though Dad has sideburns that rival The King's, he is not a fan. Mom says she isn't a big fan but she figures if they are there, they should check it out.

So while Mom & Dad are away, I get to hang with my Cousin Riley. You might remember that I mentioned him last time my parents went away for The Weekend. In case you've forgotten him, here is a picture of us playing during one of his visits to our house. He's lots of fun. Although I do get a bit angry when he messes with my toys. I like having him around cause we can play and have fun. Oddly Lares and the cats don't seem to enjoy his visits. Lares is just a big whiner and doesn't like to have any fun so he gets annoyed with Riley and I have fun in the house. The cats, Spencer and Delilah, pretty much stay away from Riley. I told Riley that they are cool but he is a little too curious about them and they don't know him well so they get a bit scared.

Well it looks like even though Mom & Dad are abandoning me, I'll still have some fun. I'll probably be too busy trying to stretch out Riley's face this weekend to blog so you probably will not here from me for a few days. So have a good weekend.

Later,
Althea

Fall and Squirrels

2006-10-23T20:50:00.000-04:00

I sure do love the fall. In our neighborhood all the people put there leaves in big piles along the curb. I like to jump in them when we are on our walks. Lares like to pee in them. So if you know any little humans, don't let them play in the piles of leaves at the curb cause Lares may have peed on them. Actually Lares likes to pee on everything. When I first came to my furever home, Mom & Dad took us to the dog park. I was a bit scared so I stayed near Lares. Big mistake. The dumby lifted his leg and peed on my head. He has peed on our cousin Riley numerous times.

Last week at the dog park it was very windy. At one point the wind came really strong and picked up all the leaves on the ground and blew them around like a tornado. It was really cool. I tried to catch some but they were moving too fast. The doofus got all scare and started whining.

You know what I like most about fall? It means that winter and snow are not far off.

Now onto squirrels. There are a lot of them out and about lately. Dad says it is cause they are gathering up nuts for the winter. I like to try to chase them but Dad never lets me off my leash. He always says that I wouldn't be able to catch them anyway. One day I'll show him.

This morning on our walk, Dad was daydreaming about something (or was he regular dreaming since he wasn't really awake yet?). He almost didn't notice that I found a squirrel pancake on the side of the road. It was all flattened and smelled delicious, almost as good as that dead dear from a few weeks ago. But alas Dad woke up and pulled me away. I'll have to try again tomorrow as I'm sure he will have forgotten by then.

Unfortunately no pics today. Dad filled up the monthly limit on our flickr account.

Later,
Althea

Trip to the Dog Park

2006-10-21T18:26:00.000-04:00

You've probably read mentions of "going to the dog park" on my blog. So I thought I would let you see what a trip to the dog park is like. Unfortunately Lares and I don't have a nice fenced in backyard like some of you lucky dogs. I'd be willing to give up stuffed toys for life if I could have the Ao4's Backyard. So we live for our trips to the Dog Park. Lares and I typically tell Dad when we are ready to go. This usually includes lots of howling and woooing. Sometimes I even have to wake Dad up from his nap so that we can go. Once he realizes that it is time to go, he gets our water and bowl (dog parking can be thirsty work) and puts his shoes on. During this time, Lares and I continually tell him to hurry up. Finally he is ready and hooks up our leashes and we head out to the car. Dad keeps the back seat folded down so we have lots of room in the back. Once in the car we head out.

Here's me looking at Mom taking my pic.

And a pic of me making sure Dad knows where he is going.

Here's me smiling because I'm so happy to be going to the Dog Park.

And here's the floppy eared doofus, he may look excited now but when he gets to the park, he'll just mope around as usual.

So once we're at the park, that's when the fun begins. Usually we go and do our business first, you know get that stuff out of the way. Sometimes it is fun to do it in the leaves so Dad has a hard time finding it, hehe. After we done with that, I'm off for some fun. It really depends on if any of my buddies are at the park. If not I typically run around like crazy by myself till someone shows up. Today I was lucky and my best friend, Sabrina showed up. Boy did we have a fun time wrestling. Dad tried to get some pics but we were moving around too much. Here's a couple of the better ones.

Eventually Mom gets cold and Lares starts whining about being hungry and we have to go home. So back in the car (with much less enthusiasm) and drive back home. Once home all I have to keep myself entertained is beating up the floppy eared doofus.

Hope you enjoyed this small look into my Trip to the Dog Park.

Later,
Althea

Bob and Other Thoughts

2006-10-20T14:53:00.000-04:00

Well I think that Storm of the Ao4 put it best in regards to Bob's family: "What a family of maroons". My Mom & Dad just don't understand why people bring dogs into their lives then pay little to no attention to them. Fortunately for Bob he is fed regularly and has some shelter when it rains. It is just sad that they pay no attention to him. As Roxie, Sammy & Andy stated, dogs are pack animals and therefore need to be with their "pack" whether their pack consists of dogs or humans. Unfortunately unless there is physical abuse or neglect, I don't think any organization will take him away from the family.

Alright, enough about that sad stuff for now. As I mentioned in my last post I had a number of other things to talk about but never got around to them. So here are a few quick items followed by a picture of me kicking Lares' butt.

Funny joke - if you haven't already check out the great Howloween joke on my friend and lead pirate, Maverick's Blog. It's good fun, swabby.
As you may or may not know, I think that Zim is the cutest boy husky on any side of the dog park. Check out his amazing story of finding his furever home. He was even skinnier than I was when I came to live with my parents. I never did weigh in on the question of whether Zim looks more like a Fennec Fox or Coyote. I think he is way cuter than both.
I know just how Dakota feels about "going back to school". When I was adopted a year and a half ago, my Mommy was going to school. She was always very busy. She is pretty much done with her school, but now she is doing the teaching and is just as busy. M&M summed it up pretty good in today's post: Work Sucks. I wish my parents didn't have to work. I keep telling Dad he should look for a new job where he can bring us to work with him.
Human babies - anyone got one of these at home? My parents don't but want to one day and I don't know how I feel about it. I have met a couple of these little humans and they seem ok but I don't know if I want them staying at my house and taking attention away from me.

Well that's it for now. While I've been writing this it has stopped rain and the sun is sort of out. So I think it is time for the dog park. Oh, boy it should be nice and muddy. Dad better remember a towel.

And last but not least, as promised, me kicking Lares' butt.

Later,

Althea

Stoopid Humans

2006-10-18T20:28:00.000-04:00

My whole family is very angry right now. Well the feline siblings really don't care but me, Lares, Mom & Dad are really PO'd. Across the street from our house lives an all white Siberian Husky with his "family" (you'll see why I put the word family in quotes). Well I've never mentioned Bob (we will not use his real name to protect the innocent) before because we don't really get along with him very well. To be more specific Lares doesn't get along with him. Dad says it has something to do with them both being older males. Every time they get close to each other, they try to mount each other and get all growlly and stuff. Stoopid boys, always with the macho, "I'm the alpha dog" bulls&@t. I bet the my friend Zim (the cutest boy husky on any side of the dog park) doesn't find it necessary to be all macho and stuff. He so handsome, he knows that he doesn't need to do all that stoopid stuff. I really wish that I was in his backyard for a play date.

Sorry I got off topic there for a minute. So we don't really hang out with Bob and Mom & Dad aren't really friendly with Bob's parents (they had their reasons before this episode). So this weekend Dad saw Bob walking in the street (fortunately for once he was on a leash) and thought that it looked like Bob had been shaved. Well Dad wasn't 100% sure but today it was confirmed. Mom (yes Mom came to the park, for once), Dad, Lares and I were getting in the car to go to the dog park and got a good look at Bob since he is always tied up outside. Sure enough, except for his head, legs and tail, Bob had been shaved. Now I think we all know that Shaving or Trimming a Siberian Husky is not a good idea. I think we can all see why people might think that shaving a husky in the summer would be a good idea. But who in their right mind would think of doing such a thing with winter quickly approaching. I mean really, it is getting cooler out which us huskies love but we love it because we were born for the cold weather, with double coats to keep us warm even in the coldest weather. So how could a human be so stoopid as to shave their husky. Mom & Dad think it is because they don't want to deal with him shedding. Well than they shouldn't have gotten a husky, stoopids. And besides they never let him in the house anyway. This is what I meant by putting the word family in quotes. Bob's family doesn't really care about him. They leave him tied up outside all the time and don't really pay any attention to him.

I know this maybe hard to believe but not all humans that bring dogs and cats into their homes really think about what they are doing and end up not really caring for them. Fortunately we all live in good homes with humans that care for us, heck they let us use their computers for blogging. Poor Bob across the street doesn't even get to go in the house.

Well this post was originally titled "Stoopid Humans and Other Thoughts" but it seems that my thoughts on stoopid humans (with a brief tangent about Zim) have taken longer than expected so I will have to get to the other thoughts some other time.

Later,
Althea

Husky Blogger's Ring

2006-10-17T17:56:00.000-04:00

Hey Everyhusky,

Hopefully you have checked out Raisa's Blog from Friday. She gives some info about how we can post pictures next to our links on the Husky Blogger's Ring. Amber of the Army of Four posted a comment asking how to do this. Hopefully Raisa will not mind but I thought I would save her the trouble. So here are some quick instructions:

Go to: Ring Surf Login
In the section Titled: Ring Member, put in the following:
Ring ID: raisahusky (hopefully this isn't top secret info)
Site ID: 53 (hopefully this isn't top secret info)
Password: you should have this in an e-mail from Raisa.
Click the browse button next to the image path box. This will allow you to select the picture you want off of your hard drive. Make sure the picture is smaller than 250 px width and 100 px height. If not use some type of photo editing software to resize it before continueing.
Click the "Yes" button.
Click the Save button.
Go to Husky Blogger's Ring and see your handy work.
Hope this works for you.

Later,
Althea

A Rose By Any Other Name

2006-10-16T20:30:00.000-04:00

Hey everybody, for once I am at a loss for words. My friend Zim of the Army of Four (and the cutest boy husky on any side of the dog park) left a comment on my blog saying that I had to read the Ao4 Digest today. So immediately clicked on over to check out his post. At first I wasn't sure what was so important that I see but then there it was. Zim's mom told him that there were three Altheas in his backyard. Can you believe it, three Altheas. Now I knew I wasn't in Kansas so I was very curious as to what was going on. Much to my surprise, in addition to being named after a Grateful Dead song call, Althea, apparently there is also a shrub with the name. It also goes by the name Rose of Sharon. Check out the pretty flowers on it. I think that it is very appropriate that I have the same name.

So I was very excited that Zim was thinking of my but I was also a little disappointed that I wasn't in his backyard. I was looking forward to a little play bowing, chasing each other around and sampling some shrubbery together. Plus the Ao4 have a really nice backyard, my parents and I are jealous cause we have a stoopid backyard. Of course I would not want to share him with my twins. Well hopefully one day I'll get a chance to meet Zim in person.

Later,
Althea

The Nature of the Beast

2006-10-13T15:21:00.000-04:00

So everyone has been lecturing M&M about misbehaving. We hope you guys understand we only doing because we love you and don't want you to get hurt. As I advised them in My Comment, it is in the nature of us Sibes to misbehave. I told M&M it is a matter of knowing when to behave and we to be a troublemaker. And most importantly, when to stop being a troublemaker. As you may remember I got myself in a little trouble recently. My parents weren't too happy with the little accident I had on their bed and the counter surfing I did for some chicken. So I gave them a little time to calm down. Yeah I had to spend a few days in the crate while they were out at work.

Well eventually they forgot all about and now I'm back out of the crate. So what did I do while they were at work, here's a pic of my handy work. Don't let the fact that the floppy eared doofus is in the picture fool you. This was all my doing. I briefly mentioned me Wednesday's post that I like to destroy stuffed toys. Actually it doesn't just have to be toys. For a while I was fasinated with chewing the arm of the stuffed chair in the living room, Bitter Apple, yummy. And as you can see here I'm not against destroying my own stuff. Dad recently moved my bed out of my crate since I don't use it too much. So I thought I would take the opportunity to destuff it a bit. Not too bad. Dad got home before I could get it all out. I have him trained so well he barely even yelled at me and went ahead and stuffed it all back in so that I can do it again some other time. Boy I love him.

So here are some of my achievements in destroying stuffed toys. Be sure to click on the pics so you can see a larger image and get a better of idea of my abilities.

Well that's it for now. I think it is time for Dad to take us to the park.
Later,
Althea

Miscellaneous

2006-10-11T20:15:00.000-04:00

So much going on, I thought I would comment on a few things from some other dog's blogs. As I commented on "D'Azul Siberians Blog", I will not be silenced.

Firstly, it seems that some sibes are having a difficult time staying in their own backyards. I think that these sibes (M&M I'm talking to you) really need to stop breaking out of their backyard. Give your mom a break, she is only concerned for your own good. She doesn't want you getting hit by a car or something bad like that. Be happy with the fact that you have a nice fenced in backyard to play in. Lares and I don't have that luxury. We have to wait until we can go to the dog park. We keep telling Mom & Dad that they should move to a new house with a good backyard. Stoopid humans didn't think about these things before they adopted us and bought a dumb house with a useless backyard.

I got a mention by my friends in the "Ao4's Blog" today. Thanks guys. I love your blog and appreciate the mention. On a personal note: Zim, thanks for saying I'm cute. I think your pretty handsome yourself. I especially like the "Sad Eyes Look".

My doofus brother is all excited because Amber of the Ao4 said that he is handsome. Now he thinks that he is hot stuff. Right now he is laying on the bed with a big goofy grin on his face because he thinks he actually has a girlfriend. I told the dumby that Amber was just being nice. I mean who would want that floppy eared doofus as a boyfriend.

My parents really like the suggestions that were posted by Amber and Holly as to what Lares' breed might be. I still think that he is all Doofus but we got a couple good ideas:

Malberian - part Malamute, part Siberian Husky
Sibermute - part Siberian Husky, part Malamute
Malabsky - part Malamute, part Labrador, part Siberian Husky

Speaking of Holly, she is our new friend who is pretty new to this blogging stuff (not that I've been doing it long). So check out her blog. She likes to destroy toys just like I do. One day I'll get Dad to take some pictures of what is left of my stuffed toys. I can get the squeaker out in a matter of minutes and gut the thing completely in under a half an hour.

Well that's about it for now. Dad says that it is time to shut off the computer and go watch Lost. I don't really get it but usually I get to share some snacks while they watch.

Later,
Althea

What a Great Name

2006-10-10T08:42:00.000-04:00

So my Dad got an e-mail today with a Pup Pal Request from Dogster. It was from a Siberian Husky and guess what here name is? If you guess Althea you would be correct. Can you believe it two Siberian Huskies with the name Althea. I mean we're not talking a commom sibe name here. Here is "OnQ's Althea's Dogstar Page". She's almost as cute as me.

Later,
Althea

Dog Park and Malamutes

2006-10-08T11:58:00.000-04:00

Well our pirate ship didn't quite make it to Zim's side of the dog park. Dad said something about it being a "Ship of Fools".

We did however get to go to our dog park twice on Saturday, once in the morning and again in the evening. Mommy even came with us the second time. It was lots of fun, especially since it is getting cooler out. My parents say that it is hard to believe that I could have any more energy than I usually do but the cool weather really gets me going. I can't wait till winter and snow. In anticipation, here's a pic of me last winter playing in the snow at the dog park. I love the snow. This snow was taller than my legs so I had to hop around to get anywhere.

So Dad took us to the dog park again this morning. We were there for awhile when two 6 month old Malamutes showed up, Loki and Feya. They are brother and sister from the same litter but Loki has long fur and Feya has short. Dad thought they were very cute, I'll have to remind him later who the cutest dog is (that's me in case you have amnesia or something).

Lares took quite and interest in them and their parents asked if Lares is a Malamute. Dad said that no one really knows since the doofus was adopted (alright Dad didn't call him a doofus, I did). The puppies parents seemed to think that Lares is all or mostly Malamute. I thought he was all doofus but what do I know. Dad asked about the fact that his ears are down and they said he could be a Malamute whos ears never went up. I know there was something wrong with him. Here is a pic a Lares with his ear up. You be the judge: Malamute, Sibe, Mix or Doofus (you know what I'm voting for).

Well gotta go, Mom and Dad are off to go get some pumkins. I hope they carve them with Huskies like the one on "Indy's Blog".

Later,
Althea

Names and Pirates

2006-10-05T20:30:00.000-04:00

M&M commented on the fact that my parents are probably Deadheads due to Delilah and my names. Of course I think M&M are too young to know what a Deadhead is but yes my parents would consider themselves Deadheads (but they shower regularly). They love all kinds of music, most of which was made before they were born and have a tendency to name their kids after songs (you should see the names they have for their unborn human children). Dad's first cat, which he adopted in college was named Sadie after the Beatles song "Sexy Sadie". She lives in Boston with Dad's friends.

Sometimes Spencer and Lares feel left out because they weren't named after songs. For some reason Mom & Dad never changed Lares' name and Spencer was a surprise. They only planned on adopting one cat and Dad had picked out the name Maxwell before they even met him. As the story goes they ended up adopting Max and his brother. During the car ride home, they realized that they didn't have a name for the other cat. Mom came up with Spencer and Dad loved it (much better Caramel) then Max pooped in the cat carrier and it smelled really bad (Mom & Dad still like to tell that story).

And now onto Pirates. Dad was reading the Ao4's blog today and felt bad for Zim that no one wanted to play Pirates with him. He came home from work and discussed it with Lares and I. We immediately said "Harrrr, we want to be Pirates". So here are some pics of "The Terror of the High Seas, The Scourge of Stuffed Toys, The Dread Dog Pirate Althea Red Eye" and her faithful cabin boy "Larry the Dog" aka PIT (that's pirate in training) Doogie.

So, Zim we raising the Jolly Roger and are setting sail. Hopefully we can make it to your side of the dog park before we have a mutiny on our hands or we get scurvy.

Later,
The Dread Dog Pirate Althea Red Eye

Cats

2006-10-04T19:49:00.000-04:00

Firstly, I would like to thank everyone for their support during my time of troubles. I think I've gotten the trouble making out of my system for awhile. So thanks to everyone who provided words of encouragement.

As I said yesterday, I thought I would let everyone know about the other members of my pack. You have already met Lares and heard his "Story". Of course there is also my Mom and Dad but let's be honest no one is really interested in them. Lastly are my feline siblings. It took some time for them to accept me into the pack as I am a bit more rambunctious compared to Lares but they eventually learned to accept me. Occasionally they or my parents have to remind me to back off but for the most part I'm good.

So to start there is Spencer. Here is a picture of him. He wanted me to post this picture because he thinks he looks tough. Spencer has lived with Mom and Dad the longest. They adopted him almost six years ago when he was about 7 months old. He's pretty cool as far as cats go. He doesn't bother me and doesn't mind to much when try to taste him. Spencer has a heart problem so he takes medicine twice a day and goes to the vet a lot. Now he has some big lump on his tongue so he has to have special food because of allergies. I hope he isn't allergic to me.

They also adopted Spencer's brother Maxwell. They were originally call Caramel and Pepper. Here is a picture of Maxwell. Unfortunately Max crossed over the Rainbow Bridge before I came to live here. I never got to meet him but everyone says he was the best and that they miss him lots. He was named after my Daddy's favoritest Beatles song Maxwell's Silver Hammer.

And finally we come to my arch nemesis, Delilah. She has been with Mom and Dad for about three years and is the only one of us that was adopted as a baby. She was only 10 weeks old. So she will forever have the nickname of Baby or Baby D (even though technically I'm younger). Delilah, as in Samson & Delilah, was named after the Grateful Dead song of that name. I say that she is my arch nemesis because we had a pretty rocky beginning. Lots of hissing, chasing, swatting, barking, etc. I suffered more than a few cuts on my pretty face because of her. But I finally learned what she would tolerate and try not to cross that line too often.

So that is the rest of my furry family. Maybe if everyone is really bored one day and we have nothing else to blog about, I'll tell you a bit about my parents.

Later, Althea

P.S. I don't think I mentioned it when I told the story of my life, but I was named Althea after a Grateful Dead song. Lares was named by the rescue group that saved him. His name is from Roman mythology: "Lares".

I'm Back

2006-10-03T20:26:00.000-04:00

Well it has been a couple days since my last post. Dad told me I needed some time to think about what I had done wrong before I could get back to blogging. I thought my punishment was going to be over last night but my Mom left the raw chicken unattended on the kitchen counter within in easy counter surfing distance. I couldn't resist, before I knew it I was gobbling up piece after piece of delicious raw chicken. Needless to say my parents were not very happy with me. They said that I seem to really be pushing my luck lately. Dad said "Good thing we have another package of chicken or you would really be in trouble". Like he needs anything else to eat. I'd like to see him left tied up outside without any food like I was before I was back when I was "Living on the Streets", might do him some good. So needless to say there was no blogging last night. I'm not sure which made my Mom more mad, me eating the chicken or her having to pick up my poop tonight after eating a pound of raw chicken (phew, stinky).

Not much else to report here, Mom and Dad were out of the house for most of Friday and Saturday, which meant I was stuck in the crate after my "Little Accident" on Thursday. But they made it up to me on Sunday when we got to go to a street fair in the center of our town. It was fun. There were lots of people there and quite a few dogs. I got to see my good friend Nicky, who I haven't seen in some time. Here is a picture of Nicky. Everyone one who saw me said, "What a pretty dog" and other faltering comments. Now I know I'm beautiful but it is still nice to hear it once in awhile.

Well that's it for tonight. Dad is making me stop. So thing about "stoopid mcafeescanpieceofpoop" being turned off while I was blogging so now I need to stop so that he can check the computer for viruses. I think Mommy might have given the computer a virus, she said she's not feel well.

Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you a bit about my feline siblings. They been bugging me ever since M&M's feline siblings got a hold of their blog. I told them that they cannot post on my blog but that I would try to say a few nice things about them. So we'll see how generous I'm feeling.

Later,
Althea

I'm in Trouble

2006-09-29T14:42:00.000-04:00

Boy did I get in trouble last night. Mom and Dad went out somewhere for a couple hours. When they got home they got ready for bed. Dad got in bed first and everything was ok but when Mom got in bed she noticed it was wet. First of all I'm not supposed to be on their bed and secondly I'm definitely not supposed to go potty in the house. I'm really not sure why I did this, maybe I was sleepwalking or something. I haven't gone potty in the house in months. For the past couple of months Mom and Dad have been leaving me out of the crate when they go out for short periods of time and I've always been good (except for a couple used tissues here and there). Just when they had decided they trusted me enough to not have to go in the crate at all.

So Mom and Dad were very made. Dad told me to go in my crate. I was so ashamed and embarrassed about what I had done that I went right into my crate and didn't even talk back to him like I usually do. As I expected Dad put me in my crate before he left for work (Lares is typing this up for me since he doesn't have to go in a crate). I guess they don't trust me anymore.

I have to go now, Dad told me to take sometime and think about what I did wrong.

Later,
Althea

Fun Games to Play with Your Humans

2006-09-27T19:17:00.000-04:00

One of my favoritest games to play with my parents is "Siberian Husky Rodeo". Now that I no longer have to stay in my crate while Mom & Dad are at work, they always take off our collars when they leave the house. This is because one time during Fight Club (M&M hope you don't mind me using your phrase), I got my mouth caught on Larry's collar. We couldn't get ourselves apart and the big pansy boy got all freaked out. Fortunately Mommy was home and saved us. So they never leave our collars on when their gone to prevent us from getting tangled. So when either of them gets home, they have to put our collars on to take us out to go potty. Do you honestly think that I would make this easy on them? No way, I would much rather play Siberian Husky Rodeo. This is where they attempt to laso me with my collar. The goal is to make this as difficult as possible. So I bob and weave around, put my paw through the collar, jump up, etc. And the best part I don't have a collar on so they can't grab me. Today I was going for my high score, when Dad decided to give up and put Lares collar on. So he called Lares over, and the goofy earred dork went right over to him of course. As soon as he went to put Lares' collar on, I pushed Lares away and stood right in front of Dad as if to let him put my collar on. Boy did he think he had me, he picked up my collar and went to put it over my head and off I went. What fun. Eventually I had to give in (when you gotta go, you gotta go).

Here's a pic of Lares and I during Fight Club. Dad thinks this is a picture of our second ever Fight Club meeting. See Dad wanted another husky so that Lares would have a playmate. Well for the first couple months that I was here I tried and tried to get Lares to play but he just wouldn't do it. But finally one night it happened and we were off. This picture is from the following morning, Dad got out of the shower and heard an unusual commotion. He grabbed the camera and got some pics of us going at it. Lares decided that Fight Club was so fun we do it almost every day.

Later,
Althea

The Weekend and Ice Pops

2006-09-26T21:34:00.000-04:00

So we had a fun weekend with my Aunt and cousin Riley. My parents asked my Aunt how everyone was over the weekend and she said everyone was good except for Riley. My Aunt stepped outside to do something and since she is not a husky parent she wasn't watching the door behind her. Now Lares and I know to stay away from open doors but apparently Riley doesn't. He ran out the door and to his surprise found a herd of deer just feet away (our neighbor feeds the stoopid, tick laden critters). So off he went after the deer and his mommy went chasing after him. Boy was she made when she finally got him back inside. Keep this in mind, Mom and Dad next time you get mad at us for doing something wrong. Well, Mom and Dad made it home safely on Sunday. They even made it home early enough to take use to the dog park. It was rainy so there were only a couple dogs there but I got some good runs in anyway.

Not much action on Monday, Dad got home too late to take us to the park. But today he got home early, got dinner started and then took us to the park. We got there and I was off, running around like a banshee. And when no other dogs would run with me, I ran by myself. I love to run. Boy it was fun. And to top the night off, Dad shared his ice pop with us. We love ice pops. Mom never lets us have any of hers but Dad says as long as we lick and don't bite we can have some of his. Here are some pics of Lares and I enjoying Dad's ice pop.

Later,
Althea

This Weekend

2006-09-22T18:40:00.000-04:00

Well its official my parents are leaving me again this weekend. Something about a wedding and Boston. As far as I know they are already married so it can't be that important of a wedding. They are leaving Saturday morning and will be back Sunday night.

I told them that we would be fine home alone but they insist on getting us a petsitter. Fortunately our petsitter is our Aunt. And where she goes, our cousin Riley goes. This is a picture of him. He's is a lab. I make it my life's work to annoy him as much as possible when he comes over. My favorite activity is to clamp on to his face and pull. His skin stretches nicely.

Even though I will miss Mom and Dad, it will be lots of fun to have cousin Riley around. Hopefully he will not pee on our rug this time.

I'm pretty tired right now since I was a the dog park for quite awhile. I played with a bunch of friends including my bestest dog park friend, Sabrina (she's is a husky in case you haven't read my other post). Boy did we go at it today.

Well that's it for now. Hope everyone has a great weekend.

Later,
Althea

Warning

2006-09-22T15:58:00.000-04:00

Hey there, I was reading Macie & Malechai's blog and felt that I had to warn them. As much as your humans may annoy you, do not chew on their Birckenstocks. I can't emphsize this enough. I have experience in this matter as you can see. Fortunately Mommy stopped me before I completely ruined Daddy's left sandle. Boy I never thought I was going to hear the end of it, especially since 10 minutes later I chewed the corner of their dining room table.

So to recap, no matter how mad your humans make you, don't chew on the Birckenstocks. Take it from me, living on the streets aint as glamorous as it sounds. Find something else of theirs to destroy and so that they will let you continue to live there. Sounds like you got it pretty good.

Later,
Althea

Larry the Dog Here

2006-09-22T08:38:00.000-04:00

Hey, I am Lares, Althea's cuter, smarter, fluffier, big brother. I thought it was about time that I said a few words on this here blog thingamajig. Dad asked me if I wanted my own blog but I'm not sure yet. I mean I've got other stuff to do like laying around, licking myself, looking for food and most importantly waiting for my Dad to come home.

I had to distract Althea in order to get on the computer. So I told her that our feline sister Delilah was calling her a hyena. Well Althea didn't take too kindly to that and immediately went off to squash Delilah. Stupid Althea always forgets that Delilah always comes out on top of these "battles". When people ask my Mommy if us dogs chase the cats, she responds with "No, the cat chases the dogs".

So now that I've got a few minutes to write, I'll tell you a little about myself. I'm about 7 years old or so (we're not real sure and I never really kept track). One day my previous owner left me at a place called a shelter. I didn't want to go but I was left there and was never really sure why. So I stayed in the shelter for some time. I stayed in a crate all the time. They fed me and stuff but it wasn't a very good life.

Then one day a nice lady came and took me away. The lady was with a rescue group called Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue. I went to a cool foster home where they took very good care of me. Every so often I would go in the car, which I didn't like, and go meet some other huskies and some people but I always went back to my foster home. My foster mommy told me that one day I would find my furever home. Then one day we took a long drive (I drooled on my foster mom the whole way) to meet some new people. They were nice and I got to go in their house and they each took me for a walk. I was rather tired as it was a pretty eventful day so I laid down next to the nice human man and took a nap. When I woke up my foster mom was gone. I didn't know what was going on but the human man and woman were nice. They gave me food and let me lay on their couch. Then I realized it had happend, I had found my furever home.

So here I am in my furever home enjoying the good life. The cats don't really bother me and everything is good until one day in she comes, Althea the crazy dog. My life hasn't been the same since but I'll tell you more about that some other time as this post is getting rather long already.

You can see more pictures of me on my Success Story page on the Tails of the Tundra website.

Lares

Home Alone

2006-09-19T13:53:00.000-04:00

Well, Mom and Dad are at work and guess what, they didn't put me in my crate for the second day in a row. That's right, I don't have to stay in my crate any more (at least as long as I don't do anything bad). We've actually been building up to this. First it started with me being allowed out of my crate at night when everyone goes to sleep. Then I would get to stay out if my parents went out for short periods of time. I've tried very, very hard to be good and prove to my parents that I was responsible enough to not have to go into my crate. Aside from eating/shredding some used tissues, I have been an angel. So they decided to give it a try yesterday and I made it through the whole day without doing anything wrong.

This is very exciting for me since my brother Lares doesn't have to stay in crate while Mom and Dad are not home. In fact he doesn't even have a crate. He's a big goofy ball and never does anything wrong so he never had to stay in a crate. Lares can be such a suck up sometimes. For example I don't always (alright I almost never) sit when Dad tells me to. Lares on the hand will sit immediately and if Dad continues to tell me to sit, Lares will stand up and then sit down again just to show Dad how good he is. What a floppy eared Nimrod.

I on the other hand have been know to get into some trouble now and then. But this was mostly when I first came to live with my parents and didn't really know what was expected of me. Now I'm actually a pretty well behaved Husky. Some might say that I'm repressing my natural Husky behavior but keep in mind that I was adopted and didn't have the best life before coming to my furever home. So I try real hard to be good.

Off to go look for tissues, I'm sure they left some around here somewhere (they never seem to learn).

Later,
Althea

Tag

2006-09-18T20:52:00.000-04:00

I was tagged by MoonShadow and asked to name five things that make a true doggie friend. So here goes:

I typically spend the day in my crate while my parents are out "working" (not sure what that is but it doesn't sound good). When they come in the front door I immediately start to howl and woo to let them know how excited I am to see them.
I'm give the bestest kisses in the whole world. My parents love this since my doofus brother doesn't give kisses at all.
I refuse to say goodbye or good night. My parents try to get good night kisses and I hid my face. I will not give them kisses because I don't want them to go away or to bed.
I like to lick my parents feet. Some might think this is disgusting but I don't mind.
My Daddy loves to vacuum with the dyson creature so I oblige him by shedding as much as possible.

So those are my five things that make a true doggie friend. Now I'm tagging the following: my friends in the Army of Four , Meeshka, Macie & Malechai, Turbo, and Raisa.

Whew, Dad says that is all we can write tonight. He is tired after his first day back at work after his week long vacation and figuring out how to put the links above seems to have taxed his brain power to its limit.

Later,

Althea

Purple

2006-09-17T21:07:00.000-04:00

Hey, Amber of the Army of Four commented on my cool purple bandana so I thought I would post another pic of me wearing it. My Dad says that this is probably the best picture of me that they have taken in the year that I have been living with them. I have to agree.

Later,
Althea

Husky Hike

2006-09-17T13:06:00.000-04:00

Well, thanks to the good wishes from Amber of the Army of Four and that the fact that it rained at their house, Saturday turned out to b a pretty nice day. It was a little cloudy and rainy when we got up but as we drove out to the hike it started clearing up. By the time we got there it was even sunny. So it turned out to be a good day.

Lares and I got up early on Saturday to make sure we weren't late for the hike. Mom and Dad didn't seem to pleased about this but we were just so excited that we couldn't sleep any more. Mom said we were like kids on Christmas morning. Mom and Dad finally got ready and we hit the road. Dad looked a little sleepy while driving so I talked to him during the whole one and half hour car drive to keep him awake. This seemed to annoy him a bit, especially when we got lost. You'd think that this being the third hike they've gone to that they would know how to get there.

So we finally made it there (a bit late I might add). So we were all the way at the end of the pack for the hike. Fortunatey there were a few other stragglers with us. So we hiked about 2 miles around the park. It was nice. Dad said that I was being pretty good on the leash, usually I'm very excited in situations like this and tend to pull alot. Here is a pic of me and my goofy earred brother. We got to wear special bandanas so people could identify us. Lares got blue because he is a former rescue. I got purple, which they say meant "Other" but I know it really meant "The Best".

After hiking we cooled down a bit in a small pool and Mom & Dad had some lunch. They didn't think to share any with us though. We checked out some of the people selling doggy stuff and got to meet lots of other huskies.

My brother Lares was rescued by the group holding the hike and they had their first ever Tails of the Tundra Alumni Revue. Any dog that was rescued by Tails of the Tundra got a moment in the "spot light" as their story was told to all of his/her fans. Dad walked Lares around while they told his story. They even mentioned me in this story at which point I gave a Woo from the sidelines where I was waiting with Mom.

Last but not least we got to go mushing. Yep that's right, they hooked us up to a sled on wheels along with some experienced mushing dogs and off we went. Here is a picture of me coming into the finish line. It's a bit blurry, because I was moving so fast.

Later,
Althea

No More Rain

2006-09-15T18:46:00.000-04:00

This rain really needs to stop. I can't take be stuck inside much longer. Plus we have somewhere to go tomorrow. The rescue group that helped Lares find my parents is having their anual Tails on the Trails fund raising event. They have lots of cool stuff to raise money for homeless huskies. So if you wouldn't mind, please think sunny thoughts for tomorrow.

Last year Lares and I got to pull a sled on wheels. Here we are. The people with the sled said that I am a natural. Hopefully I'll have a chance to try again tomorrow.

Later,
Althea

Color Change

2006-09-15T14:58:00.000-04:00

I thought I would give you a side by side comparison of what I looked like when I first came to my furever home and how I look now. The picture on the left is me when I was first adopted. The picture on the right is from a couple days ago (just over a year after I was adopted). See how much more red I was.

Later,
Althea

All About Me

2006-09-15T11:46:00.000-04:00

Well it is another rainy day here in New Jersey and it doesn't look like it is going to let up any time soon. So another boring day trapped in the house with little hope of hitting the dog park. This means I have two options: sleep or beat-up my brother Lares. I'm not really in the mood for his whining today so I'll have to go with the nap. But first I thought I would tell everyone a little more about myself. I mean lets be honest, that's is why you come here, to learn about me.

So the details are a little cloudy but I do my best to recount my story. My Mommy likes to say that I started off my life "Living on the Streets". This isn't exactly accurate. I actually had a home (sort of), where my previous owners were breeding me and the rest of my pack and don't think it was a very reputable organization. Apparently the man and woman decided to get divorced and didn't really care about us anymore. So we were left tied up outside without food or water. Fortunately a good samaritain heard about us in a round about way and came to resucue us. This good samaritain conviced our owners to give us up and we were taken to the Northampton County SPCA in Easton, PA. There were two liters of puppies, three girls (me included) and two boys. Unfortunately the third boy didn't make. We were all really skinny and dirty. I only weighed about 25 pounds (now I'm 50 pounds).

Fortunately for me I didn't have to stay in the shelter for long. One of the shelter workers called a friend who happened to volunteer for a Siberian Husky rescue group called Tails of the Tundra Siberian Husky Rescue (http://www.siberescue.com/). Now this volunteer, happened to be my big brother Lares' foster mom before he came to live in his furever home. She got me into a foster home with a family that was also involved in the rescue group. I was a bit scared at first cause there were lots of dogs but I quickly learned the ropes.

I guess I wasn't destine to stay in my foster home for long. As it turns out my future Mom and Dad were looking for a sibling for Lares, who they adopted about a year before. So heard about me and how I was the cutest dog in the whole world (well maybe she didn't say that but I am the cutest dog in the whole world). They wanted to meet me, so I got to go for a ride in the car with my foster family to visit my future Mom and Dad. They seemed pretty nice and Lares seemed like he would be a good older brother, so I decided that I would adopt them. But I had to go home with my foster family so that I could have some sort of operation, then I would be able to go to my furever home. So a few weeks passed and the big day came, my new Mom and Dad came to pick me up. I was a bit scared but they fed me cheese during the car ride home so I figured they were ok.

Now a year later I'm still here and I love it here. I love my Mommy and Daddy and my brother Lares. Even my feline siblings, Spencer and Delilah are ok. So I'll end my story there for now. Here is a picture of me and Lares about a week after I came to live here. I've had a bath so I don't look too bad but you can tell that I had blown most of my coat. Unftortunately my coat has never come back as fluffy as it was. Mom and Dad think it is because I was so skinny from not being fed. I hope it comes back because I used to be much more red then I am now. Oh well, either way I'm very pretty.

Wow, that's a lot of blogging. I'm off for a nap.

Later,
Althea

Rainy Day

2006-09-14T11:36:00.000-04:00

Well much to my disappointment it was raining when I woke up and continues to do so. This does not look good for our usual afternoon visit to the dog park. So we're pretty much stuck inside. Dad decided to start his Thursday evening cleaning a little early since he is home from work. You know what that means, out comes the dyson. Yes that's right my parents have one too, seems every human owned by a husky has one of these dyson creatures. No one in the house likes the dyson except Dad and my feline brother Spencer (nothing really bothers him, I'll explain some other time).

So I thought I would take this time to tell you about when I first came to live with my new parents and siblings. I had only been here a couple weeks and had put up with the dyson creature a few times. I decided it was either me or it, so I planned my attack. I waited until the dyson creature was resting and Dad had left the room and that's when I went into action. I went for the tail, which is my typical move when I don't know exactly what I'm up against. Going for the tail lets you test your opponent and still have some hope of getting away if they turn out to be more than you can handle (speaking of handle, the tail works very well as a handle for pulling your opponent out from under a table or bench). So the dyson creature has a pretty long tail and I was sufficiently away from its mouth so I went for it. I took the first bite expecting it to roar into life but there was no response, so I took another bite and another and another. Before I knew I had chewed the tail in half. Feeling pretty proud of myself, I continued to chew on one end of the tail when Dad came back into the room. He said "Althea what are you chewing?" So I showed him and you would think I bite his tail off. He freaked. I didn't see what the problem was. When he finally got done yelling at me, he told me "You're lucky it wasn't plugged in you Knucklehead." I'm not sure what this meant but I decided not to ever chew on the dyson creature's tail again.

I guess Dad decided that he had to fix the dyson creature's tail so he got out some tools and tape and put it back together. Here is a picture of it now.

Well I'm off to beg some lunch from Dad.

Althea

Good Night

2006-09-13T21:37:00.000-04:00

Well it turns out that Dad and I were busier than expected this afternoon. First, the rain held out and we got to go to the dog park. This is my favoritest of places. I can run around and play. My brother Lares just kind of wanders around, he doesn't really like to run and typically starts wooing if others are having what he considers too much fun. Of course for him too much fun is anything more than just laying around and moping.

So the park was a bit boring at first but the action picked up quickly as some of my friends showed up. Fortunately my good buddy Sabrina came to the park today. She is a black and white bi-eyed husky. Boy do we have fun together. No one else knows how to play like her, lots of neck biting, hip checks and body slams. The fun could have gone on for much longer but Dad said we had to go home and cook dinner, which I figured would be good as I would get to taste everything as we went along. However Dad said something about onions and that I couldn't have any. Instead I got my usual boring dinner. Although when Mom and Dad had dinner, Lares and I got cows ears for a snack.

It has been quite a day: started my blog, fun at the dog park and delicious cows ear for snack. So I think I'm off to bed, here is a picture of me sleeping, what an angel. Dad says this is a good picture of me since my eyes are closed and therefore don't come out red. He says that I look like a devil dog in most pictures because my eyes come out red. One day I'll post my most evilest picture. It's very scary.

That's it for me. See you tomorrow.
Althea

Part of the Pack

2006-09-13T11:49:00.000-04:00

Well it's official, Raisa has already added my blog to the Husky Bloggers Ring and made the first comment on my blog welcoming me to the ring. Congratulations Raisa, I'd give you prize but I gutted my last stuffed toy months ago and Mom and Dad refuse to buy me any more until someone makes one that is indestructible. Thanks for the warm welcome Raisa. Here is a picture of me howling in excitement (that's my brother Lares' butt in the picture).

So far so good, my first post is up. Dad even figured out how to add my picture to my profile.

I'm very excited about my new blog so I'm sure this will not be my last post of the day, so check back later. Dad is home on vacation this week so he has plenty of time to help me with my blog. You would think we could have gotten started on Monday but he said he was too busy doing stuff around the house. I'm not sure what his excuse was yesterday, seemed to me all he did was sit around and do nothing. I'll have to whip him into shape the rest of the week.

I have to go so that Dad can send an e-mail to my Mommy about my blog. She will be so proud of me. My Mom is at school teaching little kids how to read and stuff. Hopefully I haven't spelled any words wrong. Dad is afraid to use the spell check because last time he did he deleted the whole post and had to re-type everything.

Later,
Althea

Hello

2006-09-13T10:34:00.000-04:00

Hi everyone, my Dad has been showing me these blog things for a couple weeks now and I decided that it is time for me to have my own blog. I mean who wouldn't want to hear what I have to say. So here is my first post. Dad and I are trying to figure this thing out so bear with us, okay.

I thought I would start by introducing myself briefly. I'll fill in more details in further posts. My name is Althea. I am a 2 year old Siberian Husky living in New Jersey (you can all keep your NJ jokes to yourselves). I live in a house with my Mommy and Daddy, my big brother Lares, and two cats named Spencer and Delilah. I was adopted about 1 year ago, after which Mom and Dad said I was the last addition to the family for awhile. I guess they finally found the best "kid" and knew they couldn't do any better after adopting me.

Here is a picture of me. Dad says I'm not very photogenic. I really only like to have pictures taken when I look my very best. This picture is outside our house, I didn't realize they were taking it until it was too late. I mean the nerve of them, here I am protecting them from stray cats, squirrels, deer and assorted other critters and they go and take my picture. Fortunately it is one of my better shots so I have posted it here.

So that's all I have for now, want to get this posted so I can see how it looks.

I hope you enjoy my blog.

Althea