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?

Totatoes

Helloo all, Shasta here. Sasha wanted me to tell you about HuMom's garden. Yes. She planted a garden this year. She does this every year. And every year, I've always managed to taste test the totatoes. HuMom says they are toMAtoes. But I don't think so. They look like little toes. Well, maybe the red ones are big toes. Anyhoo, I've always taste-tested them. Of course, I taste-test ALL of them, because you never know if you might get a bad one. I haven't found it yet, but I like to be thorough.

HuMom planted red big totatoes and little snacky yellow totatoes.

HuGirl called them her "idea" totatoes cuz they look like a lightbulb and she went up to HuMom and said "look Mom, I have an idea" (all while holding the yellow totatoe over her head --- hehehehee) Humans are sooo easily amused. But I digress.....

Well, this year, HuMom made this taste-test process a bit more difficult (as illustrated by the picture below):

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Now I ask you. How am I to make sure the totatoes are ok to eat if I can't get to them to eat them? However, I was able to leave HuMom a little tell-tale that I was there:
















A close up reveals the evidence more clearly:






Do I look like I had ANYTHING to do with that?


















Phffbbbt. I didn't think so.


Indignantly yours,
Shasta (and the Girlz)

Playing Telephone via Husky Bell

Sasha told me to tell you....




I told you she was bossy!