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....