Snow-plow Husky Style

A little piece of recent history....

HuMom and HuDad took us to the snow a little while back. HuMom's been too lazy to post anything. She captured a great shot of our dear late Sasha doing her best snow-plow impression. I personally don't think she was plowing at all! I think she was snow-grazing. But, I'll leave it to you to decide.

Hippity-Hops and tail wags,
Shasta

Talk to the Camera, Baby

It's really not Cache's fault he's got the looks of a high fashion model. What with his I'm-too-sexy-for-my-eyes look and all. But for pity's sake, does he have to turn it on with his come-here-I-wanna-bite-ya glare? I think it's a tad overdramatic.



I'd rather just give the camera a look that says: You talkin' to me?



Well, HuMom did ask me to look at the camera.

Face to Face Encounter

Do you think the squirrel is wondering who's tail is fluffier?

Sasha Lassen 2001- March 5, 2011

We have not been here for a very long time. And it's no one's fault but the HuMom's. But wanted to share our grief at the passing of our emeritus pack leader, Sasha. You may remember her woo-wooing seen on video in an earlier post. HuMom and HuDad were with her when she left. HuMom brought her collar for us to sniff and me (Shasta) to wriggle into. Feeding time will never the same. Run with the pack at the bridge, Sasha and wooo-wooo your heart out. We will miss you, terribly.

Fluff Drifts in June

So, we don't get snow drifts where we live in California. But we do get fluff drifts.

Fluff drifts are created in a way not unlike their name fluff DRIFT. In that the fluff drifts from our very fluffy selves to some location of general collection, usually driven by the whims of the breezes until it forms fluff drifts, as you can see in the aforementioned photos.

Overcoming Obstacles

Neither garden tools nor flimsy plastic fencing will keep me from my sunning spot.

Hippity hops and kisses,

Shasta

There-are-no-words Thursday

Is there room for me?

So, the HuGirl was telling me all about this really important thing. And nosey Cache came in and ruined it all.

Perimeter Patrol

HuMom took us to the dog park.



Cache led us on an inspection of the perimeter.




We found it to be secure (unfortunately).

Respectfully submitted,
Girlz (and Cache)

Fall and fingerprints

So HuMom and HuDad took us to the mountains again, hoping for some signs of snow for our romping pleasure. Well, they found some snow, such that it was.

As you can see, we are snow grazing.















Sasha is really diggin' in!















But truth be told, it really mostly looked like this:















And what is especially interesting is how HuMom made Sasha look angelic-like with a glow!

Even Cache got in on this "glorification."















But before you go jumping to some crazed, paranormal conclusion about whether or not Cache has some poltergeist on his back, please know that HuMom's big fat thumb print was found right smack in the middle of her camera lens, which lends itself to making it look like we are canine reborn! Heheee!

Pet adoption awareness: Final Weeks!

I'm sure you are allow aware that Pet Adoption awareness is a BIG deal around our pack. Every singly member of our pack, both canine and feline have been adopted from either the area shelter, or dog/cat rescue organization. Cache is our most recent addition to our pack, having started out with us as a foster.

Poor HuMom, a miserable failure at fostering, after having adopted two (Sasha and Cache) of her foster dogs!

We proudly announce our support for this cause:



We are especially supportive of our own NorSled Rescue: http://www.norsled.org/

And YES they still have 2010 Calendars (click here to check them out) available of all the fluffy pups they rescued over the past year. Get them while you can!

I'm just lookin'

If you look closely enough, you will see that the only thing that stands between the vicious husk-a-kitty (Mitsy) and poor Cache is a flimsy screen door.

We have a new packee

Sasha here, recovering from yet another blogging famine. HuMom has really been quite lazy. You'd think getting furloughed for some of her time from her job would make her much more available, especially since HuDad was laid off too. Apparently not. However, we do have some really great news to share!

We have a new pack mate. HuMom wore the HuDad down with her pathetic pouting and convinced him to allow Cache to stay as a permanent member of our pack! So Cache is no longer our foster bro-boy, but our full-fledged packmate-man. Woooo-woooos! I'm especially happy since I will continue to show my dominance over him at every turn. Especially while Shasta is thumping on him. He's so much fun to torture! Cache is really the only other pup I have found to be worthy of such ongoing attention.

Against every protest I could muster, HuMom has posted a picture of me playing with Cache. Well, I actually had to scratch my back and then HuMom snapped this XXX-rated photo of me. Cache seems to be a bit confused. Normally HE'S the one flopped on the ground.

PARENTAL WARNING: If you have any young pups in the room with you, please have them overt their eyes.

Let me show you....

...how it's done.


And I said,



"stay down."



Thumping on Cache one day at a time.

Tail wags and hippity hops,
Shasta (and Cache)

HuMom, the Recliner

Now all I need is a TV and the remote.

Tail wags and hippity hops,
Shasta

Returning the Favor

 

Setting it right

We've been getting a little grief about our comments affiliating Cache as gay. HuMom seems to be most distressed due to something about "freedom of speech." I don't know what she's getting all upset about. Sasha freely speaks her mind whenever she wants....of course then the HuDad comes out and puts her in the garage.....hmmm maybe our civil rights are being thwarted!

Anywooo, I digress, HuMom is very concerned that we will all be erroneously labeled as "homophobes" (whatever the woof that is) and wants everyperson (-pup -kitty -animule) to know that we are NOT homophobic. We aren't packaphobic. We aren't phobic at all. We of course accept, love and tolerate Cache and support his decision to lead the life style as he chooses. Cache is a class act and I (Shasta) love him so much, I find the need to husky slam him at every opportunity. And in turn, he does not condemn us for being us - but just he gets up and daintily wipes off the slobber I left on his neck, all over HuMom. All told, we are quite the happy pack.

Tail wags and hippity hops,
Shasta

ps: Cache is still up for adoption...anyone? :)

He's gone, but now she's here.

Helloooo to you, Shasta here. HuMom has decided that our humble establishment is an In/Out drive-thru. Bernie was here when it was dark and we ate, then when it was light, and we ate. Then it was dark again (and we ate again), then it was light (again). Only this time he wasn't around when we ate. Which was good because then we didn't have to put up with his non-stop attention towards Sasha and he didn't growl at the others. Sasha also of course had to alert the local neighborhood media that something was amiss. According to HuMom, she was especially and wooooo-fully obnoxious. I'm just saying....

Anywooo, Bernie went to his foster home (HuMom sprung him from the local jail) and now we have miss pixie Kanela. Another recently sprung pup. HuMom has to take her to the vet to get prodded and poked! I say better her than me! hehhehee.

So here's a picture of Kanela. And yes, HuMom refused to type anything further until I agreed to show the picture. Don't enjoy it too much, but maybe pass it around to people who might want to meet Kanela....

Newbie on Board

Ok, so we still have to put up with Cache. It's been unanimously decided that if dogs could be gay, Cache would be. We secretly call him "Rosebud." HuMom's friend thought that a lavender sash would compliment his personality too. When you look at him, can't you just hear the BeeGees in the background and visualize John Travolta! I mean, Really!



But, HuMom brought a new guy home. He's a big oaf! HuGirl named him "Bernie." Those humans, so predictable. Bernie cause he's part St. Bernard. HuMom says he's St. Malamute. We kind of think he's a Malanard! heheheheh. anyhoooo...HuMom insists on showing everypup his picture. In case you didn't recognize me, I'm laying down near him...

Caught!

Did someone say something about a picture?