Monday Monday

Well, no rain like my humom promised. No matter though, it was chilly out and I got to run around out in the wind.

My humom and hudad bought yet another child safety lock for the cabinet with the trash can in it. Guess what, I STILL got it open while they were sleeping last night. I don't think they were as amused as I was that I got it open. Oh well, I guess they'll try another kind of latch someday.


I would like to let you all know that the temperature in Omaha will be getting pretty darn cold. Add some snow and it'll be perfecto!

Smokey and I like to frolic in the snow. I especially like when the snow drifts and I can run through it. I also like when my humes shovel it off the deck and I can run into the flying snow and bite at it. Only thing is that it makes my teeth cold.

This morning the man that comes to take away our poopie came again. I barked at him a lot. He seems nice and pets us both when we come out to see him in the yard. I just don't understand why he wants our poopies. What could a human possibly need with it???

Not much else to report here. I am glad that I'm meeting all of the other furry friends on dog blog and hope to meet more and more!

Have a great Tuesday! (oh, and if you know why the human takes our poopie, could you please enlighten me?)

Kel and Smokey

Ready for the weekend!

Well, my humom says the weather is supposed to be really nice (possible rain)...we know what that means, THE DIRT WILL BE AWESOME FOR DIGGING!!!!!!!!

I can't wait to go out and get my white paws all goopy in the dirt. I can feel it now-grass between my toes, fur all clumpy with mud, oh the smell of it. I don't know what could be better!

Then, the real fun comes...I go in through the doggie door, lightening fast so she can't catch me with that towel she's holding to wipe off my feet, I slide all around on the shiny floor in the kitchen, making sure to get each corner of it nice and sloppy. Then I'm off to the rooms with the furry floors (my humom says it's something called carpet or something like that). Then, onto the furniture (couch, chair, and beds). Oh what fun I'm going to have!

Smokey doesn't usually partake in this fun. He's to proper for that. He just watches me thinking that he's better than me. Silly fool, he doesn't know what he's a missin.

Later, when my humom tries to get me into the box with the hose and water to wash me off, I'll run like mad out the doggie door again so she can't catch me.

It's going to be sooooo much fun! Wooooooooo woooooooooooooo!

Things I do to make my humom crazy...
1. Open the toilet lids with my nose. (I don't drink from there, but she doesn't know that and it's fun to keep her guessing)
2. Nip and bite her while she's sleeping. Why doesn't she understand that I just wanna play?
3. Get into the trash and cover the shiny floor with it.
4. Open cases of pop and hide the cans all around the house...hide and seek anyone?

Hope all my canine friends have great weekends and that they have many adventures!

Woo woo,
Kel

Weekend Fun

Well, it's Wednesday and I've been far too busy playing with my family to get to the computer.

Saturday, I chased my mom around the coffee table. She ran and ran and I followed. It was so much fun. Smokey even got in on the action. We both chased her and Smokey was biting her in the butt and then she'd scream and run faster. I jumped up on the sofa and tried to get her arm, but she was running too fast.

I love when we play like that. Sunday, mom, dad, and my boy were gone most of the day. Something to do with that ball my boy has that isn't quite round, but is more of an oval. I think it's called feetball, but I'm not sure. Since I can't get it into my mouth, I don't much care about it. Anyway, with them gone and the house nice and quiet (except for the radio which is nice), Smokey and I got to relax all day.

When they got home, they smelled like food. I think they went and had some nummies that we weren't allowed to have. It smelled so good. I was just glad they were home though. They seemed really glad to see me too. Mom was doing her baby talk thing, which I think is annoying, but she loves doing it so much that I play like I like it.

Tonight there is no feetball practice so I will get to spend the whole evening with my family. I will let you know what kind of fun we have tonight.

Talk to you soon,
Kelsey

Our pics

This is my human dad, Tim. He was cuddling with me on the loveseat. Smokey was getting jealous (what else is new) because he wasn't getting cuddled just then. He got over it when our boy (Chauncey) cuddled him. Then we were both pretty happy.








This is me. It is Christmas of 2005 and I'm hoping that someone will scritch my tummy. If not, it really doesn't matter because I'm too cute for words.

This is Smokey, my brother. Here he is lying in the basement. Our humes like to go down there in the winter months and play with these shiney balls on a really large table. They call it pool, but honestly, I don't see any water.

Our first blog

Well, let me tell you a little about us. My name is Kelsey and I am a 5 year old white Siberian Husky. I was rescued by my foster mommy Janice. She made me healthy and learn to love being petted and kissed. At her house, I had two cats to play with, a step brother Samuel, and a step sister Abbey.

After about 9 months, she found me a home with my new forever family of humes. Tim is my daddy now. He gets down on the floor and plays with me. He knows that I always win when we wrestle, but he does it anyway. He makes funny noises that make my head go from side to side. He also throws the ball for me and lets me wear his hat sometimes. I think he is lots of fun.

My new forever mommy is Cody. She loves me like no other. Even when I chew up her shoes, purses, wallets, watches, belts, furniture (do you see a trend?), she doesn't get mad at me. She kisses me on my pink nose and cleans up the mess. Just yesterday when I chewed the bands off both ends of her watch (dad found the face of it in the back yard buried in the dirt...I gotta start digging deeper holes for my treasures) she just put it in the trash and rubbed my head. She's the best!

My new forever best friend is Chauncey. He is 13 (9 when I moved in). He is full of energy and plays with me a lot. He likes to rub my head, you know the spot, right between my ears. It feels so good. He also gives me plenty of kisses and hugs. I'm not a big fan of the hugs, but the kisses on my nose are great.

Then there's Smokey. He's the brother I was telling you about. He's 9 and is a Shepard mix. He is really nice and lets me be the alpha. He plays tug o war with me and runs around the back yard with me and lots of other fun stuff. He even lets me drool all over his head and ears when we play and doesn't seem to mind. He sure does bark a lot though. Makes my ears ring. I like to watch him go down the stairs on the deck and then I lay right at the top step so he can't come back up. It's not very nice of me, but it's fun. We like playing in the snow together and in our pool that mom got us for the summer months. Big brothers are cool.

Today when my mommy got home, Chauncey was sitting on the couch (he should have been on the bus). He apparently couldn't find his binder (which I had thoughtfully put out in the back yard via the doggy door). Mom told him to go out and look and what do you know, he found it right at the bottom of the steps where I placed it for easy visualization. Silly boy.

Mommy works the night shift at a hospital. I like this because Smokey and I are not home alone very often. During the day while she is sleeping, she lets me crawl up in bed with her and we snuggle. Smokey doesn't like this though so he goes into the guest bedroom (aka our room) and sleeps on the queen size guest bed (aka our bed). Mom turns on the ceiling fan for us so that we don't get hot. Granted the a/c is on, but we have on fur coats and get warm easily.

One day a few weeks ago when mom was sleeping, I went into a seizure (I'm epileptic) and fell right off the bed. I think I got my head stuck under there because when I came to, mom was standing over me talking calmly and the bed was moved. She always talks softly to me when this happens. It makes me feel comforted and safe. She must really love me because she broke the bed moving it. This is a good feeling because my life before her and my foster mommy wasn't very good. I'm glad my foster mommy came to get me. I love her and I love my forever family.

I am sorry that I am writing so much, but this is my first blog and as a dog, I can't really talk (aside from an occasional woo woo and barking at the neighbors) so this typing thing is really neat. Smokey wants to type too so you may see a future blog from him. He's usually too busy barking to care about anything else, but who knows, maybe he'll take a break from it and fill you in.

Wanna hear a joke? What do you call a Husky? Doesn't matter, he's stubborn and won't listen anyway. WWOOOOOOO WOOOOOOO....................

I will attach some photos of myself and my brother sometime soon so that you can enjoy them. I just have to ask mom if she'll let me use the digital camera. She tends to frown on the drool I get all over the screen and lense, but I'll try to be careful.

Hope you enjoy my blog and that you come back often.

Thanks!
Kelsey