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)

The other white meat - Kona

This is the other Samoyed in my house. His name is Kona. Like the coffee. And the island in Hawaii. That's where dad got his name. He just turned 10. He's the second oldest, after Abby.

Everyone always thinks Kona is a girl. He acts kinda girly. He's certainly prissy. He doesn't like to get his feet wet, so he hates to walk on the grass when it's dewy or been rained on.

He also barks a lot. Usually for no reason, other than he's excited, or because no one is paying attention to him. He is a therapy dog, just like me. And he does really good at it cuz he just walks up to people and stands in front of them. Then, if they don't pet him, he barks at them. Then, if they STOP petting him, he barks at them again, or he nudges their hand, or arm, to tell them they need to keep petting him. If you ignore him, he'll just walk over to the next person and bark at them.

Abby likes him though. She likes to give him kisses. But, then again, she likes to give everyone kisses.

Kona is also stubborn (and too smart I think). When mom use to walk him with Samuel, he would walk waaaayy behind her, really slow, while Sam was always walking fast waaaayy in front of her. Poor mom would be in the middle, with Sam 16 feet ahead on the retractable leash, and Kona 16 feet behind on his retractable. I'm sure it was funny to see. Sam pulling mom, and mom pulling Kona. She knew he walked really slow on purpose, just to irritate her. Cuz when she would slow down, Kona would slow down even more. Drove her crazy. She finally gave up trying to walk them together, cuz it was too hard for her to be stretched in between Kona and Sam. Now she makes dad take him. But dad said Kona doesn't do that to him, so mom knows he was just doing it to her on purpose. Just to be annoying. Mom use to joke that old Shula, at 15, was faster than Kona!

I like to pick on Kona, cuz he's afraid of me. heheh. He's always sure to walk way around me, and give me plenty of room. And he won't look right at me either. When he walks by me he actually looks the other direction! He's such a prissy boy!

Well, it's my dinner time. And I think I'll need another nap after that. More on my siblings tomorrow.

Hollybollyboo

(bossy, not prissy)

Beta Blogger is Stupid

Ok, I don't like the new beta blogger. As my friend Tubey would say, It's STUPID.

I can't figure out how to add more links to my link list. The way it was on the old blogger was much easier. I wanted to add some new friends to my links list, and I can't figure out how to do it. I'm not very computer literate, so any help from the pro's out there would be much appreciated.

Therefore, I'm in a mood today. I didn't get any turkey, or dressing, or taters.

I did get some pumpkin (no, not the pie or special cake the Ao4's human gave my human) but the pure, out of the can pumpkin. Which is fine, cuz I do really like it. But, I was really looking forward to some turkey and other goodies. Unfortunately, I'm on a DIET, so I didn't get any yummy, tasty, fattening, human food.

So instead, I spent the day lounging and napping. Trying to figure out this whole new beta blogger thing has really irritated me, so I am just going to give up for now.

Maybe I will tackle it tomorrow when I am more awake, and not so irritable.

Hope all my other blogger doggie friends fared better than I did when it comes to this eating holiday.

One thing I can say, is that I am very thankful for all my new doggie blogger friends, my family, and my happy, fat, lazy life. It's what every doggie out there deserves.

Hollybollyboo

(happy in her loving home)

Meet the Monster

This is Monty, aka The Monster. He's a 5 year old Samoyed and he belongs to dad.

Dad got Monty when he was just a little white furball puppy, from some back yard breeder (give him a break, he didn't know any better) and he's a really bad representative of the breed.

For example.......

He's waaayy to big for a Samoyed. Long body, tall, 80+ pounds, strange krinkly fur, pink (not black) nose. Mom says he's got Albert Einstein hair on his head. It has a tendency to stick up (you can see a little of that above. And his tail doesn't curl over his back like a normal Samoyed. It stands straight up. Like a plume.

I like him though. I like to try and bite him on his legs when I get really excited and playful. He's the only one I will actually try and play with. I don't know why, something about him I guess, makes me want to beat him up a little.

Him and Sam sometimes have "issues." See, they haven't quite figured out who's the alpha between them. Now, I KNOW I'm the alpha, but those two boys just haven't figured out who, between the two of them, is more in charge of the other.

Monty doesn't like it when Samuel plays, so he tries to take Sam's toys away (0k, I do the same thing, but that's different) and then Sam gets upset so they fight. Last time, Sam kicked Monty's furry, leaf sticking, butt. (see my previous post about the outside being inside) So now Monty has a chew spot on his nose and his ear. But, over all, we all get along pretty well most of the time. I have my bossy "issues" too, but as long as everyone does what I say, things will be just fine.

Here's Monty sleeping against the wall and Kona on the rug. Those Samoyeds can't just lie flat on their backs and sleep like me, Samuel and Abby. Guess they aren't as talented. hehehe

Monty and I go for our walks every morning together with dad. He has to take us 2 at a time, and since Monty and I are the most spastic and demanding for our walks, we get to go first!

Well, that's about all I can think of for now.

A HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL MY WONDERFUL FURRY FRIENDS OUT THERE!!!

Hope you all get plenty of turkey, and dressing, and taters and gravy, and green beans (ok, no green beans) and pie........lots and lots of pie! Remind your humans that pumpkin is really good for you!!!!

Hollybollyboo

(bring on the food!)

OOhhhh I have a new look!

Well, I did it. I switched to beta. I kinda like it. (so far) My page now has a nice new look, with pretty girly colors!

My friend Turbo was mentioning how the humans like to take pictures of us when we are sleeping. Here......are some excellent examples of the humans taking our pictures when we are sleeping.

This is Abby. She's REALLY comfy on her back.

And then there's me......

I seem to like sleeping in the same position.

And then there's Samuel. He prefers hogging the bed. Or, if it's raining/storming he sleeps in the bathtub. Don't ask, he's just weird.

Monty is a "wall" sleeper. He has to prop himself up against the wall to sleep on his back. Obviously not as talented as me and Abby for just "airing it out."

Kona usually sleeps in the doorway, or hall, making it difficult to walk around him. I think he does this on purpose just so the humans have to step AROUND him. He does sleep in mom's room at night, but she sometimes kicks him out cuz he snores so bad. (She says he's almost as bad as dad!)

And then, when dad sleeps on the couch (which Abby, Samuel and I tend to share) we all rally around to support him.

We're such good kids.

Mom and dad have the next 6 days off from work because of the big eating holiday. We're really hoping to reap a few benefits of this eating holiday and get some good eats for ourselves! Mom's pretty against the whole "people food" thing. But I've been practicing my "sad and pathetic" look, and Sam is the master at it, and since mom is "fair" with us, if one of us gets "people" food, she is nice enough to be sure we all get some. So, I think Sam and I will try to gang up on her to see what happens. Wish us luck.

I have decided to post on each of the next few days on my siblings. That way I can share with everydog all about my wonderful family, including those other furballs taking up space in my house. Yeah, yeah, they were here first, but now that I'm in charge, its MY house. (for further clarification, see the title of my blog!)

Hollybollyboo

(all this talk about sleep has made be tired)

How to get treats - the hard way

We had a nice relaxing weekend and didn't do too much. I did work on my "sad and pathetic" look.

I think you can see here I'm doing a little better.

I'm still trying to eat my bowl, however.

I'm trying to clean it so it can go back in the cabinet and not the dishwasher.

Dad took it away from me shortly after this, cuz I was starting to eat the plastic, as usual.

Mom worked on her Christmas cards for the DWB's exchange, and her Secret Santa gift for her Sibernet gift exchange. We chilled out in the nice cool sunny weather outside.

Dad sucked up most of the leaves in the back yard yesterday with the big grass sucking machine. Then today Mom and dad did some house cleaning. Ok, DAD did most of the cleaning. He cleaned off the built in shelves by the fireplace, where he had all kinds of junk stacked up, that mom just refused to mess with since it was his. Then dad got out that evil Dyson, and was sucking up all our fur, along with Monty's leaves. Check out the Master of Pathetic. He actually let dad use the Dyson ON HIM!

Bad Husky.....VERY BAD husky!! How dare he let that happen. Sam was laying in the kitchen while mom was making lunch, (he was trying to get treats by just hanging out), and here comes dad with the vacuum, and Sam just LETS HIM use that thing on him to suck up his fur. The big baby didn't bark, or growl, or claw at him, he just sat there and took it! I have now lost all respect for the Master. Mom was so surprised he actually let dad vacuum his fur, that she GAVE HIM A TREAT!

Ok, so maybe he's not so stupid after all. Maybe if I let them vacuum me, I'LL get treats......hhhmmmmm something to think about. Sam was the only one who stuck around in the house while the Dyson was running. He was following mom around, so I guess he's smart enough to figure out how to get treats, while WE were all outside!

He's such a suckup.

Hollybollyboo

(going to have to do more studying of the Master - he's multi-talented it seems)

A very unhappy anniversary

One year ago, on November 17th 2005, my mom had a very, very bad day.

This is Shula. Mom rescued sweet Shula Mae from some people who, at the very senior age of 13 1/2, decided they did not want to build a fence at their new house. So they decided to "get rid" of her.

Luckily, my mom was there to say "I'll take her" when she got a message on her Sibernet list that Shula needed a new home.

Shula was a tiny little girl. She didn't know how to play with toys, and she was rather shy around her new mom and new siblings, Abby and Samuel. She grew to really love Samuel, and followed him everywhere. Mom use to call her Sam's "mini me" because she was like Sam's shadow, only a much smaller version.


Shula's favorite spot to nap was in front of the little floor fan.


She especially liked it in the summer when the nice cool air from the air conditioning vent was also blowing on her.



Mom knew when she took this little girl into her home, that she most likely wouldn't be around long. But she knew that she would make the time she had left the happiest, most loving time Shula had ever experienced.

Even at 14 and 15 years old, she loved to go for walks. She would run on her 26 foot retractable leash in circles, cuz she just loved to run. She had some arthritis in her back legs so sometimes she looked like a bunny hopping along. She really looked forward to her daily walks and runs.

She also liked to boss Sam around. She had a funny little bark that sounded more like a pirate saying "aaarrrrr" than a bark. She acted like Sam's mom, and yelled at him when he was misbehaving.

When she came to live with mom (before she was married to dad) she was told by Shula's former owners that Shula didn't like to be inside. What mom found out, was that they just didn't let her in the house, cuz at mom's house she loved being inside, and would only go outside long enough to potty, and then wanted to come right back in. She had her "spot" on the floor in the bedroom, on her special blankie, where she slept every night. When mom and dad got married, Shula got a new house, with a doggie door, and a ramp to help with her arthritis so she wouldn't have to use stairs. She also got her blankie in the new bedroom, and once again, had her sleeping spot at the end of the bed.

As her 16th birthday neared in October 2005, she became very picky with her food. I guess mom had to feed her warmed up hot dogs, chicken nuggets, baby food, and even baked chicken and rice (just for her) so she would eat. She would eat her canned dog food, but only right out of the can if mom fed it to her on a fork. Wow, talk about training your human!

Shula became very ill, very quickly. Mom took her in to the vet on a Monday November 14th after Shula had an episode that mom thought might have been a seizure, and they did some tests and found out that her red blood count was so low, she was only 2 points away from needing a transfusion. What mom thought was a seizure, was actually her body reacting to a lack of oxygen in her blood. So they put her on iron pills to see if that would help. She was extremely weak, and had a very hard time walking, and even standing up. Mom would carry her outside to potty, and then carry her back inside. I guess it was a good thing she only weighed about 43 pounds. Mom didn't get hardly any sleep that week because she was always up checking on Shula to be sure she was doing ok. But Shula got weaker, and by Thursday the 17th, when mom got up that morning, Shula didn't even have enough strength to lift her head to eat. So mom knew it was time to make that terribly difficult decision all pet parents hate to make.

She waited for dad to get home from work at 7 a.m., and then they called the vets office and wrapped Shula in her favorite blankie and took her in. Mom had them test her blood one more time, just in case there was something that could be done to help her. But there wasn't. Shula's red blood count had fallen below the line for needing a transfusion. The medication wasn't working, and the red blood cells weren't re-generating. The vet thought it was some form of leukemia and the bone marrow just wasn't working any longer. So mom made that super hard decision, and let her sweet "MaeMae" go over the bridge to play with all the other doggies and kitties who were there waiting to welcome her.

Mom was extremely upset. She was so grief stricken that she couldn't go to work for 2 whole days. Even though she knew she had done everything she could for Shula to have a wonderful, full life, it was still extremely hard on her to let her little MaeMae go. She knows she gave her MaeMae everything she could, and the fact that she lived to be 16 years old, just shows how well mom took care of her. She got way more time than she probably would have at her other house. Shula sure was a tough little girl.

The beautiful cedar box with her ashes sits on the fireplace ledge along with her picture. Mom wants to keep her sweet little girl close so she can always remember the life she saved, and how precious their time spent together truly was.

I guess it was a good thing she spotted me in that corn field just a month later on Christmas Eve, cuz it really helped take her mind off losing Shula. I'm really glad I could help cheer mom up, and remind her that rescuing a life in need is very important. She gave Shula a chance to live a longer, happier life, with tons and tons of love and attention.

I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get the same treatment for the rest of my life too.

Hollybollyboo
(helping mom keep the tears away)

How to Look Sad and Pathetic by "The Master"

This is my step-brother Samuel. He is "The Master" of the Sad and Pathetic Look.

Here, is an excellent example.





Here, another perfect example.

Just look at the Sad and Pathetic look he is giving here....
Mom was sitting on the couch, and Sam wanted "his" spot. She was there first, and then he moved in behind her. How much more pathetic can it get?

Ok, pretty pathetic, that's for sure.

I'm going to study "The Master" and learn to perfect my Sad and Pathetic Look so that I can be as good at it as Sam is. You see, it's aalllll in the eyes. And he has the "Look" down PERFECTLY!

Maybe, if I can get this good....

I can start using these sort of looks to get more food!!! Wish me luck!

Hollybollyboo

(I will be studying VERY hard)

I'm being starved

Ok, maybe not starved, but, this whole diet thing, is really starting to annoy me.

I love food. I should be allowed to eat as much food as I want. But noooooo, not since I gained 5 more pounds!


Here is my empty bowl. I'm so hungry, I was contemplating eating my bowl, that's why my foot is holding it down. The humans don't like it when we chew on our bowls. Especially when they end up outside all chewed up, and then they have to buy more.

They tried the metal ones, but I don't like those. I like the plastic ones, cuz I like to pick up my bowl and carry it where I want to lay down and eat, not where they decide to put it. It's really hard to pick up and carry those metal ones.

Mom has reduced my food by 1/2 a can of moist, and I'm down to 2 1/2 cups dry and 1 can green beans. Oh sure, they reduce the good stuff, but keep giving me the whole can of green beans! Helllloooo! I'm a carnivore! I don't think I'm suppose to be eating that many veggies. Maybe my vegetarian mom is trying to turn me into a vegetarian! If I see the lettuce and carrots come out, I'm going to go on a hunger strike!

Wait a minute. That would be counter-productive to my wanting to eat MORE, not LESS! Ok, scratch that. If I see more veggies come out I'll just claw the human woman and eat the couch, or her shoes. That should do a better job of getting the point across! (and not make ME suffer any)


I guess I'll just have to lay here and look sad and pathetic like Sam always does. This look seems to work for him. I'll just sit and wait for my dinner and hope mom decides to be nice and give me enough to eat. Apparently she has forgotten that when she found me I was practically STARVING! (sigh)

Wonder if Meeshka can give me any pointers on how to get more food when I'm on a forced diet? I'm certainly going to go out of my way to be more annoying to see if that works.


Hollybollyboo
(feeling weak from hunger already)

Boooorrrrrriiiiinnnnngggg!

Some of you lucky dogs out there got snow. Northwestern Iowa, Southeastern Minnesota and some of Wisconsin got snow. We didn't get squat! We got wind. Good ole Nebraska plains wind. Have I mentioned that I hate the Midwest? It's so very boring here!

Going to be lame next week too. Weather in the low 50's during the day and 30's at night. Good for napping during the day outside, and sleeping during the night. Mom and dad really don't like this time of year too much cuz we spend so much time outside finding things to bark at. Poor dad sleeps during the day, when we are outside keeping an eye on the yard, so every time we see something we have to warn it to stay away. That wakes dad up and he has to come yell at us to get in the house and be quiet so he can sleep. We come in for a while, then as soon as he's back asleep, we got back out the doggie door and keep watch. It's a cycle we're all use to. Except for dad, who seems a bit more grumpy now.

Mom spent all day today doing her homework. Even though she just sat in the recliner with her computer typing, I still didn't see any work being done on our home. That's why it's always so late when I can get to post my blog. She's always hogging the computer so I can't get to it till late.

Good news is, this is her last assignment. Last class is Wednesday, so after that she won't be gone all day and evening to school! Whooohooo! I know that Sam will sure be happy to have his mommy back. He has issues when she is gone for too long. He's such a momma's boy.

Dad took me in to weigh me on Friday, to see if my diet is helping. Bad news.....it's not. I'm up from 114 to 119. Oops, guess mom is going to have to do some adjusting to my food, again. This means that I will most likely get even LESS treats and yummy food. I've decided that this whole diet thing really SUCKS! I'm beginning to feel abused. Less food, less treats, what is a big boned girl to do? Maybe I can act like I'm weak and suffering from the lack of food. I can sit and stare when the humans have food (you know, that "I'm starving" look), and maybe try the claw. Think she'll buy it? It's worth a shot!

Well, now that mom's school is pretty much done (except for her last class on Wednesday) things will get back to normal, and we can all get more exercise (which apparently I need) and we will be able to do more fun things with mom and dad on weekends, especially now since the weather is nice and cool. If only we could just get some snow!!

Hollybollyboo
(a bit fatter, but cool and happy...... just need the snow to make things perfect!)

P.S. Has anyone tried the new Beta blog? It says it's ready for me to switch, but not sure I should yet. Any comments from your other doggie bloggers?

Why the outside is inside

Mom hates this time of year. No, it's not just the wacked out weather where it's 80 on Wednesday, and 35 on Friday! What the ....?

No, it's more than just that. It's the fact that the leaves all over the yard, are also all over the house. They're everywhere. In the family room, kitchen, living room, bathroom, bedrooms, hallway, and all over the basement (including the stairs).

Why is the outside always inside this time of year? HHmmmm, here's an idea......

















This is Monty's butt.


Those are the outside leaves that come inside, stuck to Monty's butt.


Happens all during this time of year. Drives mom insane. We don't like it either, cuz then mom has to get out........yep, you guessed it.

It's the evil Dyson. Not only does it suck up all our beautiful fluffy fur, it also sucks up Monty's (and Kona's) leaves. It's quite unwelcome here. Mom has to use that evil Dyson several times a week now. Sometimes she makes dad use the evil Dyson, since it's his dogs that bring in the outside. She says since her dogs don't have that long, shaggy, sticky fur, she shouldn't have to be responsible for sucking up the outside that came inside. Dad tried to suck up some of the leaves with the loud grass cutting machine, but that only makes the leaves smaller, and stick to Monty and Kona's butts even more.

Oh well, tis the season for the outside to come inside, so guess mom will have to put up with it till it snows. Which hopefully will be sooner than later!

Hollybollyboo

(no leaves stuck on my butt)

And now.....Back to the important stuff

** DOGGY DICTIONARY **

LEASH: A strap, which attaches to your collar, enabling you to lead your human where you want him/her to go.

DOG BED: any soft, clean surface, such as the white bedspread in the guest room or the newly upholstered couch in the living room.

DROOL: Is what you do when your humans have food and you don't. To do this properly you must sit as close as you can and look sad and let the drool fall to the floor, or better yet, on their laps. Claw if necessary.

SNIFF: A social custom to use when you greet other dogs. Place your nose as close as you can to the other dog's rear end and inhale deeply, repeat several times, or until your human makes you stop.

GARBAGE CAN: A container, which your neighbors put out once a week to test your ingenuity. You must stand on your hind legs and try to push the lid off with your nose. If you do it right you are rewarded with margarine wrappers to shred, beef bones to consume and moldy crusts of bread. Bring into the house when possible.

BICYCLES: Two-wheeled exercise machines, invented for dogs to control body fat. To get maximum aerobic benefit, you must hide behind a bush and dash out, bark loudly and run alongside for a few yards; the human then swerves and falls into the bushes, and you prance away.

DEAFNESS: This is a malady which affects dogs when their person want them in and they want to stay out. Symptoms include staring blankly at the stupid human, then running in the opposite direction, or lying down.

THUNDER: This is a signal that the world is coming to an end. Humans remain amazingly calm during thunderstorms, so it is necessary to warn them of the danger by trembling uncontrollably, panting, rolling your eyes wildly, screaming and whining, following them everywhere, and clawing them constantly.

WASTEBASKET: This is a dog toy filled with paper, envelopes, old candy wrappers, and best of all, used Kleenex. When you get bored, turn over the basket and strew the papers all over the house until your human comes home.

SOFAS: Are to dogs like napkins are to humans. After eating it is polite to run up and down the front of the sofa and wipe your whiskers clean. Be sure to do this after digging a nice muddy hole outside.

BATH: This is a process by which the humans drench the floor, walls and themselves. You can help by shaking vigorously and frequently.

LEAN: Every good dog's response to the command "sit!” especially if your human is dressed for an evening out. Incredibly effective before black-tie events, or any outfit needing a fur accessory.

BUMP: The best way to get your human's attention when they are drinking a fresh cup of coffee or tea.

GOOSE BUMP: A maneuver to use as a last resort when the Regular Bump doesn't get the attention you require.....especially effective when combined with The Sniff. See above.

LOVE: Is a feeling of intense affection, given freely and without restriction. The best way you can show your love is to wag your tail. If you're lucky, a human will love you in return. Don't forget to claw, just because you can.

Hollybollyboo
(glad the focus is back on what's important)

Is it over yet?

Thank GOD on Tuesday all this hideously annoying election BS will finally be OVER.

These politicians are STUPID. All the nasty poo they sling is STUPID. All these annoying commercials on the picture box and the sound box are STUPID. Did I mention HIGHLY ANNOYING?!

Way too much "he said this", "well, he said that", but "he did this", "oh yeah?, well he did that". I can't take it any more!!!! I'm actually looking forward to the old commercials to come back. At least then mom and dad won't have to "mute" the picture and sound boxes.

I have decided I'm just going to vote for Turbo. He has the most honest, forthcoming slogan I have seen yet. It says "Vote for Turbo, everyone else is stupid." That is SO TRUE!!

So, I'm going to have my humans write in Turbo for EVERYTHING on the ballot. Who's with me? Lets get rid of all these stupid, annoying humans, and vote in the HULA members, so we can finally get Meeshka voted in as our supreme leader, and finally get some good things done for us doggies! I say, who's with me? So, all you DWB's out there, sneak in and whisper in your humans ear to be sure and write in TURBO for every race out there!

The uprising has begun!! Make us proud Tubey, we know you can do it!

Hollybollyboo
(forget these loser politicians, we have TUBEY)

What's with this weather?

Well, it was another nice warm weekend. In the 70's. There are almost no leaves left on the trees, (Monty and Kona keep bringing them in the house stuck to their fur, which does not make mom happy) so where the heck did the chilly weather go? Apparently it's not coming until next weekend. I heard the weather man say it was going to be in the 70's and 60's all week! Oh well, at least I can lay inside my house, and still enjoy the nice weather outside.

Sam and I have been taking Meeshka's advice and annoying our humans as much as possible. While mom does her homework (I still don't get that) and sits in the chair, I come over to the recliner and give her the paw, which means she needs to pet me, and give me something to chew on. If she ignores me, then I secretly send signals to Sam, who is really good at coming over and yelling and clawing, and climbing on mom until she gets up and gives him a treat. I, of course, follow along so I can get some too. When she tries to walk away, Sam stays in the kitchen and makes aroo, aroo, woowoowoo noises, meaning, he wants more. I'm smart, cuz I wait with him so I can get more too. She finally gives us our chewys, and we go off to chew. The other three are outside so they don't get any! heehee

We are doing very well at training mom. Dad, on the other hand, we still need to work on, cuz he'll just ignore us when we yell, or gets stern with us and tells us to be quiet.

We did get a nice long walk with dad though while mom was doing that homework stuff. So, with all that exercise, I can get a nice long nap in before dinner. Which will be coming up soon, so I better get to it!

Hollybollyboo

(still waiting for the chilly stuff)

Me and the goofy Sam

A few days ago Sam and I had traveled down under to Opy's Howl-oween party, and my goofy step-brother Samuel drank just about all the beer. Here's a picture of him with his Zema bottle. He's not looking too good. I think he's working on his hang-over.

Any time mom or dad have any sort of alcoholic beverage in a bottle, Sam wants some. If you leave the bottle on the end table by the couch, he'll walk up to it, start licking the top, then nudge it with his nose to get it to fall off and onto the floor, where it will spill, and he can drink it. He's quite a lush. So, mom and dad have to be very careful not to leave any bottles just sitting around, or he carries them off to try and drink them. Hence the photo on the bed. He took it with him. Sad.

And now back to ME. Because this is MY blog, so it's all about ME. I thought I would share a pic of me when I first came to live in my house. In my previous post, I am laying all stretched out on my couch and you can sort of see how skinny I was. Well, here is a better shot of just HOW skinny I was.

Mom snapped this one of me on my third day at my new house. You could see every rib, and my hip bones.

And here's a picture of me NOW. No more ribs and hips showing on this girl anymore! Which is why I am now on a diet.

I am now a very happy girl in my great home, with a great mom and dad, and some "ok" step-siblings. And, as you can see, we are actually treated pretty well. According to Meeshka, I should demand a few extra meals a day, (although not according to mom) but I don't think I'm doing too bad!

Hollybollyboo

(fat and happy beats skinny and lonely any day)

I love my couch

I really love my couch. But everyone else wants to use my couch, and it's mine, so I think they should stay off it.

For example, here, Samuel and Abby are on my couch. Abby just recently has been able to get back ON my couch since her knee surgeries that began over a year ago. So here she is laying in MY spot on my couch. That's Sam's usually spot, so I guess that's ok. Well, at least I'll put up with it.

Here's dad laying in Sam's spot, so he had to lay in my spot. Notice the unfavorable look Sam is giving dad for being in his spot.

Here I am in MY spot, and Abby is in Sam's. He usually doesn't like anyone in his spot, but he loves Abby (he grew up with her so she's his best friend) so he lets her lay there.

This is usually how the couch looks....me and Sam hogging the whole thing. Dad sometimes sits between us, but usually there isn't enough room, so we make him sit on the floor. Mom usually has the recliner, and there's no way she's giving that up.

But, if I had my way, this is how the couch would always look.

Notice how skinny I look. This was my second day at my new house after being rescued from the corn field and starving to death. As you can see, I was making myself right at home, right away. But, think about it, isn't this life with the nice big house, nice yard, nice patio with a nice big step to lay on, and beds to sleep on, and my own nice couch with a nice soft blankie to lay on, pretty much the best thing any girl (or boy) could ever ask for? I even have plenty of food to eat! Which has led to my, ummm, "weight" problem. But at least I get walks almost every day to help with that issue.

Oh well, fat, happy, and comfy. Just the way I like it. :-)

Hollybollyboo

(works for me)