Merry Christmas to all...

Even though mom didn't put up a tree this year, she has a nice picture of the one she put up last year.

Today is also a special day for me. One year ago today I was found by mom and dad in that corn field practically starving to death. Luckily these 2 wonderful people scooped me up, and took me into their home. Which is now mine!

So, in recognition of my 1 year anniversary at my wonderful house, and my birthday (this is the day mom decided to count since neither of us knows for sure when I was really born) I would like to share the following wish (which mom got off one of her husky groups):

On Christmas morning, I wish...

For every dog searching trash cans for breakfast, a full bowl with his name printed in bright letters.

For every dog who slept fitfully last night, chained in a frozen yard, a soft, warm bed with a person snoring gently nearby.

For every shelter dog, spending Christmas morning in a soiled run, a forever home, filled with sounds and smells of family.

For every "Christmas" puppy given today, a tolerant,caring owner who won't abandon you as you grow into a real dog.

For every ailing pet, enough money for your owner to pay the bills to make you well.

For every lost dog, a clear, safe road, and well marked path, to lead you home.

For every old and tired friend, a warm fire, and a soft bed, to ease your aches and pains.... and....

For every Dog at the Bridge, a moment when you know that you are remembered today, missed again, and loved forever.

Author unknown

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY FURRY FRIENDS AND THEIR LOVING, CARING HUMANS!

Holly
(the very happy Christmas Malamute)

Your VOTE needed!

There is a very important poll at the DWB website on what is the best breed: Labs or Siberian Huskies.



Now, you MUST realize that the Siberians beat those Labs! So rush over to the DWB website and VOTE for the Siberians!!!



Hollybollyboo
(My brother Samuel is counting on your support, and really, how could you resist that face?)

Time to move west

We didn't get ice. We didn't get snow. We got rain.

Here's what's going on the next 7 days.

Nothing but cloudy, gloomy days, except for Christmas, when it's going to be SUNNY!

Although "maybe" some snow on Friday morning. My thoughts and predictions on that? Yeah right. Whateeevvveeerrrrr!

I've decided to move to Denver. Here's what they're getting for the next 7 days.

Oh look! SNOW. SNOW. And more SNOW.

Need I say more?

Hollybollyboo
(If the stupid interstate weren't closed, I'd have left a long time ago)

More crappy weather, but still no SNOW

Well, here's the weather report. We'll see how accurate they actually are. Usually, they just like to tease us with the possability of snow. But, ice is icky, and we don't want any of that. After the ice it's mainly going to be plain ol' nasty rain. Yuck! Then it just warms right back up. *sigh*

Clouds will increase this evening with rain developing after midnight tonight. Freezing rain will be possible between 5 and 7 am around the Omaha Metro. Rain will continue to fall throughout Wednesday with highs in the upper 30s. For travelers, heavy snow is expected to impact western Nebraska, southwest South Dakota and eastern Wyoming. Up to a foot of snow will be possible in far western Nebraska near Scottsbluff.

Tonight - Rain, developing around 5am. Low: 32 Wind: SE 10 mph.

Wednesday - Freezing Rain possible Between 6 & 8 am, otherwise Rain. High: 38. Wind: East 10-15 mph.

Thursday - Cloudy, Snow Possible Late. High: 42.

I'm inclined to want to hitch a ride to Scottsbluff for a while since they're suppose to get a FOOT of snow, and we're just getting............Rain.

Hollybollyboo
(when does the bus leave?)

Swimming in DECEMBER!

Yep. You read it correctly. The weather here is so warm we went swimming yesterday.

Here I am coming out of the water. Notice the date on the photo. DECEMBER 16th. Not July, but December! Ummmmm, last time I checked, we live in Nebraska, not FLORIDA!! Shouldn't this be ICE I am walking on top of?

Here is Sam and Monty swimming. They are having so much fun frolicking in the cool water.

After our swimming adventure, we got to root around in the brush where the geese were sitting. There were so many great smells, and we had lots of fun digging! That's me in the middle.

This picture here is me getting ready to pounce on something I see in the brush. Note my alert stare! We didn't find any critters to eat though. That was sort of a bummer after all the hard work we did digging.

Here is a nice shot of Monty and Sam's butts in the air, and their heads in the holes they were digging. They really get into this sort of thing!

After all that swimming and digging, as soon as I got home I was so sleepy, I had to lay down outside and take a nap. *Sigh*

The weather predictor people "say" we might get some snow on Thursday. My prediction is: Yeah. Sure. Whateeevvvveeerrrrr! Or, in other words....... NOT! They always lie to us, get our hopes up, and then we get NOTHING.

Hollybollyboo

(where the heck is winter?)

I'm IT!

I've been Christmas tagged by Meeshka.

Things I would love to get for Christmas:

1. SNOW. I'm still waiting for the white stuff to arrive.
2. More food. This dieting thing has been on my nerves for quite a while now.
3. My very own toys that I don't have to share, and mom doesn't take away from me.
4. 3 or 4 walks a day instead of just 1.

Things I do not want for Christmas:

1. Green beans in my food.
2. Other dogs or humans laying on MY couch.
3. Brushed with that Furminator thing that removes all my fluffiness.

I tag my friends Kelsey, Poseidon, Turbo, Indy, and Althea.

The Rules:
The player of this game starts with "3 things he/she would love to get for Christmas", and then lists "3 things he/she definitely does not want to get for Christmas." Then, he/she tags 5 friends and lists their names. The ones who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their Christmas wishes, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. And, the one who tags, needs to leave a comment that says, "You've been Christmas tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

Happy Holidays!

Hollybollyboo
(this is so much fun!)

I'm winning

Yep. I'm winning. 47 to 4.

On the left you see my cards.

On the right.....the pathetic display of cards that the humans have received.

Guess we know who's more popular and has more friends now, don't we?

I'm actually running out of room for all my cards! Heehee!

My newest additions are from;

BooBoo and Bond,

Gus,

Marvin,

Boy n Baby,

Fufu,

Wally and Ethel,

Baily,

Joey and Jack,

Huskee Boy,

Sam I Am,

Dean-O,

Scuba,

Roxy, Andy & Sammy, and

Shannon, Princess and Katie the Kitties.

This is just so much fun! And the human woman bought me some new Hallmark Studio software so next year I will be able to make some really COOL cards!! WooWoooooo!

Hollybollyboo

(I rule!)

FURniture is for dogs

My friend Turbo said he doesn't understand why dogs aren't allowed on the FURniture.

At my house, as you have previously seen, the couch pretty much belongs to us dogs.

I have even had my fluffy butt in the recliner.

Of course, this was when I first came to live at my house and I only weighed 79 pounds, so it was a bit easier to fit my fluffiness in it.

Funny thing is, that tonight when mom came into the family room (seen above) and dad was sitting in the recliner, which is usually mom's chair, she had to sit way on the other side of the couch (usually where I lay) because Abby was sitting in the spot closest to the end table. At that point dad laughed and told her they needed to get another couch. Mom said "you mean for the dogs?" And he said.......... "No, for us." HA!!!

So, as you can see, we have the humans totally trained that since the couch is FURniture, therefore it belongs to those of us with FUR. Which basically means........NOT the humans.

Here is my whiney pathetic brother Samuel sitting on the couch in his own strange way. Notice his butt isn't on the cushions. It's on the ARM of the couch. There is something significantly wrong with this Sibe. I just haven't figured out what it is yet.

I, apparently, am the only one who knows the "proper" way to take over the FURniture.

Hollybollyboo

(dogs rule the FURniture in this house)

Boys are stupid

Dad took Kona (aka Fat A**) for a private walk on Sunday so he could comb his overly fluffy "diaper butt" as mom calls it. He walks around like he has a diaper on his butt, cuz his fur is so thick. And besides, he waddles like a baby wearing a diaper so that is where mom got the name.

He is such a doofus. There is a little Westie that lives on the hill where dad likes to walk us, and he is a boy too. He always comes to the fence to meet us whenever dad walks us there.

So, when they first meet, this little dog has to "mark" his territory since big doofy Kona is sniffing at his fence.

Kona, being a stupid boy, feels the need to "mark" everything he walks by. Which, is one reason mom doesn't like to walk him, because he as to stop and pee on literally everything! Kona sees the little Westie "mark" the fence, and so not to be outdone, he also "marks" this little white dogs fence.

Boys!!! You are so gross! I'm so glad us girls don't have those kind of disgusting habits. Sam and Monty often take turns in the back yard "marking" the bushes, one after the other, after the other, etc. It's a total peeing contest and it's just ICKY!

Someone really needs to teach these boys some manners!

Hollybollyboo

(glad I'm a lady and don't do those nasty things)

More fun cards!

I've gotten even more cards! It's so much fun! Dad was even complaining the other day that I was the only one getting any mail lately!! heehee!

My new cards are from:

Russell & Jojo,

Charlie Kelly-Church,

Fei,

Miss Sunshade,

T-Man,

MJ,

Stewy & Nugget,

Toby, and

Charlie Golden

As you can see, my wall above my couch is starting to get full! But doesn't it look nice?

Thanks so much everyone for your great cards! I think I have dad talked into buying me some new computer software so next year I will be able to make my OWN cards, like lots of my new doggie friends have done! I was so impressed I figured I better get with the times and get some cool personalized, home-made ones! And since the humans have no problem spending money one us fur kids, I'm pretty sure I will get that for Christmas from dad. Along with some other cool stuff of course! (hopefully edible)

Hollybollyboo

(I will no longer bark at the mailman)

I love my Christmas cards!

I am so excited about all the wonderful Christmas cards I have gotten so far! It is so much fun to get mail!

Here is a picture of me on my couch, and all my beautiful cards are on the wall above me! So I want to say thank you to:

Simon, Scarlet, & Shelly,

Cubby & Dakota,

Mackie & Ollie,

Joey & Tanner,

Sophia,

Boomer, Annabelle, Snickers & Turbo the Kitty,

Lillie & Angel Daisie,

Isabella,

Dory,

Hershey & Copper,

Butchy & Snickers,

Boo,

Salchicha & Lilly,

Charlie & Opy,

Comet & Blu,

Buster,

Simba,

Freda,

Bogart,

Murphey,

Carbi & Aramis,

Herbie,

Tin Tin, and

Kingsley!

You guys are all great! Thanks so much for those who have visited my blog. I am trying to get to all of yours. But, with all the napping I have to do, it might take me a little longer than I expected, but I DO promise to stop by and visit all the nice doggies who have sent me such wonderful cards!

Thanks again!

Hollybollyboo

(thankful for so many furry friends)

More issues

Well, the whiny sissy pathetic boy now has another "issue."


Here he is on the couch. He has been itching and scratching lately. Apparently he has licked a spot raw on the inside of his back left leg. So the big baby has a bandage wrapped around it so he'll quite biting and licking it. Now, the big sissy pathetic boy has developed a "poor me" limp because of his bandage, as if there was actually something WRONG with his leg.

Mom used the clippers to shave the spot and then clean it up and put some cortisone cream on it. While she was doing that, you would think she was actually trying to cut his leg off with all the growling and screaming going on. Good Lord, he is SOOO dramatic!

And it's all mom's fault. Samuel, aka whiny sissy pathetic boy, is allergic to EVERYTHING! He has a special duck and potato food that he has to eat because of these stupid allergies. Mom gives him treats (actually he demands them by annoyingly barking at her till she gets irritated and just gives in to him) way too much, but they didn't really cause any problems...........until now.

See, she changed treats. Last time she was at the pet grocery store, she bought a different kind, just to try. (meaning they were on sale) Well, apparently they weren't sitting very well with allergy boy, and now he has itchy scratchy skin. Once mom figured out that the only change (since it's not fleas as dad suggested) was the different treats, she immediately stopped giving them to him. That's when she noticed the raw spot on his leg, which has led to this post about one more issue from this poor pathetic husky. I wonder what will be next?

Luckily, I did get some nice hugs from mom when she was sitting on the couch (in Sam's spot) and I decided I wanted to snuggle. Dad thought I looked so adorably cute that he took this picture!

And then later, I got to snuggle with dad in the same spot (it's always important for me to keep Sam off my couch).

So, even though we started out talking about "him", we end with me! Just where we should.

Hollybollyboo

(it's all about me after all)

This poor baby

My mom was reading her Sibernet mail, and there was the saddest story about a Siberian Husky who had a big chunk missing from his back. He was apparently attacked by some wild animal and part of his spine was even showing!

Mom went to the gimpy dogs blog to read about him. His name is Bear, and he has the saddest look I have ever seen. There are some pretty graphic pictures of his wounds there too. When my mom saw them, she was shocked, and those wet things started coming from her eyes. She couldn't believe Bear was still alive, or even able to walk after she saw the pictures.

Good news is, the vet was able to close his terrible wound! (I have no idea how, considering the size) But, he still needs lots more medical care. And he also needs help with his vet bills.
So, if any dog (or human) out there who is reading this, can go the the gimpy dogs blog and write down the information to help Bear, I'm sure he would be most grateful! I am having my human send some money. She's very good about supporting animals in need! Every little bit will help this poor baby! If we lived closer, and were allowed to have one more dog, we would probably have a new sibling coming home as soon as he healed!

Hollybollyboo
(feeling very generous with mom's checkbook)

Since we didn't get any snow.....

Since all the nice, fluffy snow went southeast of us into Missouri by Tubey's house, I am pouting.

Therefore, in support of the Ao4 and their cute poses, here are a couple of me and Abby with our cute poses. This is the step into the kitchen from the family (aka "doggie") room.

Later, at dinner time, (you will all be so proud of me), I had mom feeding ME with the SPOON!

HAAAA!!! I have her trained! Now, mind you, I had already eaten all my food, so none of that "waiting to be fed" crap. She was feeding the sissy pathetic boy, but I wanted more food (darn diet) so as I was sitting there, using the sad pathetic eyes, she actually gave me a bite with the spoon and I ate it. The she would feed sissy pathetic boy a few bites, then ME, then sissy pathetic boy, then ME! And back and forth this went until all the food was gone.

After that, because mom was so excited that I was "talented" enough to use the spoon, I got this...

Yep, that's a stuffy that looks just like me! Or Sam, whichever, since we look kinda similar. Mom found it tonight at Target in the doggie toy section. Best of all, it squeaks! I wasn't allowed to gut it and chew up the squeaky though. Mom took it away from me so I wouldn't destroy it right away.

So, it was quite a productive evening for me, even though we don't have any snow to play in, and I didn't get to gut the stuffy.

Hollybollyboo

(time for bed after all that human training and stuffy chewing)

Busted!

And here I thought I had the family fooled that I was a good girl. Sweet, cuddly, fluffy, cute, and innocent. You know....an angel!

Well, I got busted by dad.

Yep. That's me with mom's slipper. Dad spotted me out the window carrying it around, so he came outside to document the evidence.

I wouldn't even put it down when I had to pee.

I was even nice enough to take it back in the house. But as soon as mom came home from work, dad ratted me out! I heard him tell mom, "you're daughter isn't the angel you think she is." He then proceeded to show her the above evidence.

But then, something happened I didn't expect (as I sat there looking at mom as innocently as possible.) Mom said "I bet Monty took it out there, and Holly found it, and she was just keeping it away from him. Then she was nice enough to bring it back in the house so Monty wouldn't chew it up."

WOW! Mom was defending me! See, Monty is well known for carrying things outside, like toys, shoes, and our plastic eating bowls. Now, I'm not saying what reeeaaalllly happened, so I'll just let her believe what she wants to believe, and therefore keep her opinion of me as that sweet, cuddly, fluffy, cute, innocent and angelic girl.

I even got to go do some pet therapy tonight. Mom took me to the hospital to visit Kelsey's mom who had surgery on her ankle. I had a great time and got lots of attention. People were really surprised to see me walking down the halls. I got lots of compliments on how pretty I am. I know mom is really proud of me when people acknowledge what a gorgeous girl I am!

So, even though I got busted by dad, mom still loves me enough to stick up for me (and blame Monty.) Heehee, I have her so fooled!

Hollybollyboo

(stupid humans)

They LIED to us!

Ok, no real surprise there. Since when have the weather indicator people actually been ACCURATE?!

No snow. Not a single flake. So actually, I was more accurate than they were. I said we'd either get a foot or nothing. And we got NOTHING!!!

Anyway, I'm over that now.

I promised I'd get back to the important stuff.....ME, but then something else came up. Something that makes me just want to horka. See below.

That's mom. She has to spoon feed Abby her canned food. This started many years ago when Abby had the e-coli up her nose and had all kinds of meds mixed in with her canned food. Ok, she still has all kinds of meds mixed in, but now it's just something she's use to, so if mom just sets the food in the bowl in front of her, she just looks at it as if to say "ummm, what am I suppose to do with this."

THEN, Samuel came over, cuz he likes Abby's food, and most of the time mom has to dab a little of Abby's canned food on top of Sam's food so he will eati it. He's quite picky. So mom tried the spoon feeding thing with him, just to see what he would do. And here's the result.....

Yep, you saw it here. The Master of Sad and Pathetic, proving he has earned his title honestly. This is the most blatant display of pathetic I have ever seen. He is being spoon fed like a baby!! He has this human woman so completely trained, it's absolutely priceless! I don't know whether to be envious because he has her trained so well, or horka all over the floor because this display of patheticness makes me sick.

What have I learned from this display? Being picky and not eating your food, gets you spoon fed by the human woman. So, if I understand this correctly...... if I refuse to eat my food, look longingly and sadly with those pathetic eyes at my mom, then she will spoon feed me? Uummmm, NOT gonna happen. I'm tougher than that pathetic, sad little sissy boy. And I have specific food issues that do not allow me to let food just sit in my bowl and be ignored. Nope, sorry, don't see me just sitting there waiting for someone else to feed me. When the bowl is put down, I'm on it like stink on a skunk! That's why, in previous pictures of me, I am eating my bowl. The food that was in it has already been inhaled!

I have SOOO got to teach these Husky's how to be less pathetic.

Hollybollyboo

(still NOT pathetic)

Siberia has arrived - Sorta

Well, the Siberian cold is finally getting here. Temp is currently 19 degrees with the low forcasted to be 10. Wind chill is currently at 2 degrees. Aaaahhhhh, nothing like a nice icy breeze blowing in my face and ruffling my fluffy fur! We're also "suppose" to get 1 to 2 inches of snow starting this afternoon. But, these weather predictors are not too good at their jobs, so we'll either get a foot, or nothing!

Personally, I'm hoping for a foot, but would actually settle for the 2 inches. I'm really ready to start rolling around in the nice fluffy white stuff. We usually have some snow by now. This whole global warming thing is really starting to irritate me.

Global warming is stupid. I want snow NOW!

Hollybollyboo
(Lookin' for the white stuff)

And not to be forgotten.....

This is Kirby the cat. He is the smallest fur member of my house. He's 17, and came to Omaha with mom when she moved here from Japan. He use to have a brother, Alex, but he went to the Rainbow Bridge in March 2003.



Kirby had quite an exciting trip from Japan to the United States. When mom took him out of his crate in Los Angeles to give him another tranquilizer pill, he accidentally jumped out of her arms, then the collar he was wearing which was attached to his leash came undone! So here is poor, frightened Kirby running around the baggage claim area in LAX airport. He tried to run back up the pet crate belt but couldn't do it cuz it was rolling down, and then he ran along the side of a wall. All this time mom was freaking out and yelling at her (then) hubby to grab him. Well, when he ran by mom, she launched herself at him and tackled him against the wall, flat on her stomach on the floor. I'm sure it was quite amusing to watch. It was very nice of mom to sacrifice her body to catch her kitty!

Abby and Samuel were raised with Alex and Kirby, so they like cats. Well, this one anyway.

Kona has been around cats before so he likes him too. (actually Kona just ignores him cuz he doesn't care)

Monty at first thought he was a large black squirrel, and therefore possible snack food. He use to lick his lips quite a lot when Kirby was around. Now he just follows him around when he ventures out as if trying to figure out what he is for sure.

I have actually shown little interest, other than staring as if to say to myself "I wonder what that is? Hhhmmmm, not sure."

Kirby is very friendly, and apparently has no clue what Monty or I could possibly do to his plump squirrel looking body. He likes to come up to me and rub his head against my chin. What's that all about? Luckily mom keeps a close eye on us when Kirby decides to do this strange behavior.

Kirby is spoiled. He has his own room! Yep, that's his room in the picture, with his very own window seat with blanket and pillow for him to lay on. He also has other spots in his room that mom has put nice soft towels or blankets that he likes to lay on. I mean, come on! A whole room?! Mom has a baby gate in the door so Kirby can go in and out as he pleases by jumping over the gate, but it keeps us curious doggies out of his room, and his snack box with all the yummy treats that mom just scoops up and puts in a bag that disappears. What a waste! Reminds me of the dead things I bring her that she puts in the same bags, yet I never see them again either! These humans are just so mean when it comes to some of the best tasty treats.

Well, hope you all have enjoyed meeting my fur family. I'd tell you about the humans, but they're pretty boring. Nowhere near as exciting as us furballs, so we won't even attempt to bore you all with that nonsense.


Tomorrow......back to the important stuff.........ME!

Hollybollyboo

Miss Abby

This is Abby. She's the oldest at 11, and mom's first husky. Mom got her when she was only 6 weeks old from some friends of her ex-inlaws. She's not a full Siberian, she's actually 3/4 Siberian and 1/4 wolf. She came from northern Minnesota, and her mom was named Lena, and she was full Siberian. Abby's dad was 1/2 Siberian and 1/2 Wolf, and mostly black, which is where she gets so much black coloring. She has the beautiful blue Siberian eyes, but a very wolf-like face.

Abby is a therapy dog, just like me, Sam and Kona. She was mom's first therapy dog. She is great with people and absolutely loves kids. She likes to give them licks!


Abby has had a hard life. At the age of two Abby, mom, and one of mom's friends were in a bad car accident. Mom and her friend were ok, but unbeknownst to mom, Abby wasn't. Less than 12 hours after the accident, Abby had a seizure. Mom rushed her to the emergency vet who did all kinds of tests, but all they came up with was that she was slightly dehydrated. Mom told them they were in a car accident, but they said that didn't have anything to do with it, and that "some dogs just have seizures." Mom though that was pretty strange, since she had never had one before. Within a few days, Abby wasn't eating, and was acting very sluggish. So mom made an appointment with a different vet who was a neurologist. They x-rayed her head and found that she had 3 fractures in her skull, and a concussion. Mom cried because she felt so bad that Abby was in so much pain. They gave her some medication for her concussion and told mom to keep an eye on her and watch for any more seizures. About 6 month's later she had another one. So mom took her back to the vet and they did some more tests and found that Abby had a lesion on her brain, which was causing it to misfire and cause the seizures. So they put her on Potassium Bromide, and she has not had another seizure since!

Then, in 2000 Abby got e-coli up her nose. Don't ask how, that was never figured out! Anyway, to make a very long story short, cuz otherwise this would be a book, she was on 10 different antibiotics which didn't work, the vet even tried a breathing nebulizer to get the medicine directly to her sinus passages, but the medication that was used caused problems with her B.U.N. and Createnine levels (that affects kidney function) so they couldn't finish the treatment. Mom even had to take her to Colorado State University for special tests since her own vet couldn't figure out how to kill the e-coli. It got so bad that she was actually bleeding from her nose, and mom cried a lot because no one could figure out how to get rid of the infection. She was also put on Prednisone,which made her fat and very cranky. It completely changed Abby's general sweet, good natured personality. Mom hated it!

Also during this time, Abby got a hole in her elbow from laying on it too much because she was too fat from the prednisone. She was also shot in the head with a BB gun by someone, and had a hole in forehead. She got in a fight with Samuel over her food (thanks to the nasty prednisone making her mean and cranky) and ended up with 14 stitches in her cheek.

Finally, at one visit to the vets, mom said she was really hoping for some divine intervention since none of the medication was working. Her vet told her about some nuns who had come in with their cat who had kidney stones and needed surgery. The nuns said they would pray over the weekend and see what happened. The vet told the nuns to bring the cat back on Monday for surgery. When the nuns came back on Monday the kidney stones were gone, so the vet told my mom maybe she should go see this nun and she might be able to help! Mom, thinking "why not", since nothing else had worked, went to see the nun. The nun, Mother Nadine, came to mom's house on a Saturday, and prayed for Abby. She said there was an evil spirit in Abby and prayed for it to leave her. A few days later mom took Abby in for a new sinus culture. By the following Monday, mom called the vets office to see how Abby's culture was, and the vet told her that the e-coli was GONE! Mom was so surprised that she said WHAT?? And the vet said, yep, it's finally gone. Mom actually cried right there on the spot. 11 months later, and almost $10,000 in treatments, it took a nun only one visit to cure her. A month later they did another nose culture just to be sure it was definitely gone, and it was. To this day, mom truly believes it was Mother Nadine who helped Abby. Too many bad things happened to her during that period, so the evil spirit thing made sense. And mom isn't even Catholic.

Next came Abby's knee surgeries. She blew out her cruciate ligaments in both her knees. The vet did surgery on her right knee first, cuz it was the worst. Then, a few month's later they did her left knee. But, she was having some problems with her right knee, so they had to go back in and tighten up the inner stitches. Then, again they had to do the same thing for the last time in January 2006.

She still has no fur on her right hip, which you can see here in this picture of her and Sam on my couch. Vet has no idea why he fur won't grow back, especially now that winter is here and her winter fur should be coming in. The fur grew back from her ankle to just above her knee, but stopped there. The fur did grow back on her left knee, so the vet has not idea what the problem could be. So, for all those idiots out there who think it's ok to shave a husky, DON'T DO IT! It ruins the fur!

Then lastly, Abby and I got into a bit of a tiff one morning a few month's back, and I won. But, Abby didn't fare so well. I don't know my own strength, and being a bossy Alpha, and having Abby still not too strong on her knees, I got her head pretty good.

Now, this photo looks much worse than it actually was. Those things sticking out of her head are drain tubes. She had two pretty nasty bite wounds on top of her head, and one by her cheek. The vet actually cut 2 more holes for the drain tubes. I don't remember why we got into it, and the humans were in bed, so they don't know for sure either. They assume it was over a chewy. So now they don't leave any chewy's out when they are not there to supervise us. Abby is all healed up now, and her fur is grown back mostly. Once again it has grown back part way, but not completely.

We are getting along much better now. Mom and dad keep a close eye on me when I get too bossy with Abby(or the others for that matter). Apparently it has something to do with having two females, and my I guess my breed doesn't do well with the same sex.

Well, now that I have almost written that book, it's time for my dinner. And I'm kind of tired after all this typing, so I think I need a nap too.

Hollybollyboo

(being much nicer now days)

My geeky brother - Sam I Am

Yes, it's the Master of Sad and Pathetic, who is also the biggest geek I know. I think it's just a Husky thing that he's as weird as he is. Mom has so many bazaar pictures of him, there just isn't enough room in my blog to show them all.

Not only have I posted pictures of him in the bathtub, the bed, hogging my couch, and now....the swimming pool. Sam loves his swimming pool. He flops around it in, lays in it, puts his whole face underwater (see photo at let) and blows bubbles out his nose. He won't let anyone else in his pool. Which is good, because he takes up the whole thing. I think next summer mom will have to get a bigger pool.

Mom got Samuel when he was only 8 weeks old. She went to a pet store with a friend who needed fish food, and in the back was this adorable husky puppy. Mom said, "can I hold him?" And that was the end of it. Home he went. Now, I know what you are thinking, and yes, mom knows that puppy stores are BAD. And she is totally against them. But, she was sucked in, and once she held that sweet, quiet, trembling puppy, she just couldn't leave him there.

By that evening, she was asking herself "what the heck did I just do." After dealing with Abby as a puppy (that story coming up tomorrow) and dealing with the husky puppy death screams, she was now doing it all over again. Sam was NOT happy his first SEVERAL nights home. He was quite dramatic, throwing himself around his crate, sighing VERY loudly, and crying most of the night. Most of the time mom was just trying to keep from laughing at him, but the rest of the time she was just trying to get him to sleep and be quiet!



He also loves yogurt. Mom has to put some on top of his food so he'll eat it (he's very picky). He is also a freak when it comes to toys. He loves to play with toys. He'll go dig through the toy box and find one he likes, then go crazy with it. I, of course, try to take it away from him, but he doesn't care. I'd say, of all my new siblings, Sam and I get along the best. He's not afraid of me for some reason. He's pretty much the only one I don't compete with. Even Monty lets me try and bite his legs. Sam does his husky growly, talky, thing at me, and I leave him alone.

Sam is very bad breeding (hello, pet store dog) and he is not a good breed representative. He is tall, like me, and weighs about 80 pounds, but isn't fat. He is hypothyroid, zinc deficient, and allergic to EVERYTHING in regular dog food. He has a special duck and potato food he has to eat. He does get things he isn't suppose to, like yogurt, and treats, but mom tries not to give him too much, or he has skin and tummy issues. He gets discolored spots on his face and his poo is not "normal" when he eats too much stuff he's not suppose to.

Sam is 8 now. But he still acts like he's 2. Mom calls him the forever puppy. He is a lot of fun though. Very entertaining with his talking, and playing by himself, and hogging the couch, and bed, and just going nutso for no reason if no one is giving him any attention. He'll just start spazzing out and doing this little dance on the floor and jumping and flopping around and woowooing at at us. Then he'll do a face/nose dive on the floor and flop around there. That's usually when mom or dad gets out the water bottle to get him to calm down. They don't usually have to use it on him, just show him the bottle, and he grumbles and lays down, and stops barking. It's actually quite funny to see. It's probably a good thing the humans don't speak his language, cuz I'm pretty sure the things he's grumbling aren't too nice!

Well, enough about Sir Sam I Am. Goodness knows I could go on and on about the weirdo, but there just isn't enough time or room here!

Hollybollyboo

(not a geek)