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A little Sitka love

Poor Sitka doesn't get much attention, picture-wise, on this blog.  That's only because she's camera shy; in contrast, Juneau's a camera hog.  But tonight, I actually got a good picture of her!

 

Isn't she a pretty girl?  She's already got her snow nose* ready for any potential bad weather tomorrow and Monday.

 

*for those of you who don't own snow dogs, a "snow nose" is a (most often) temporary loss of pigment in the center of the nose. A pink to brown light stripe appears in the center of the nose, with the edges remaining black. The nose returns to full black color during the longer daylight months. Once thought to be a winter-only condition, dogs in warmer southern climates have also been reported to have snow nose, also called winter nose. As dogs age, the snow nose may stay around all year long.  From:  http://vetmedicine.about.com/od/diseasesconditionsfaqs/f/snow_nose.htm

Saturday evening treats

Guess who got Saturday evening treats?  Everybody!  Even Poquito, who is hiding under the coffee table in order to protect his little bone.  Ignore my knees and my shoes, please!

Someone's been sitting in my chair

Someone named Sitka!  So cute--she never does this when I'm at home (even when I'm not in the chair). 

Sibling Rivalry

After Juneau and Sitka had a little spat this afternoon--during which Sitka was nominally the top dog--Juneau decided to get a little revenge on her:

 

She was peacefully lying in front of the fan, and Juneau came along and shoved himself in between her and the fan!

 

Just like having two year olds.

Sleepy Saturday

On this long holiday weekend, it's too hot to go outside, so everyone's napping inside!  Someone doesn't realize that since it's 105F outside, no blanket is necessary.

The view from my chair

Someone may be a "bit" too attached to her food bowl!

Camp Run-Amok

After chasing my darling "daughter" yet again this morning...and after saving a possum from Juneau's hungry jaws the other night, I've decided that my house should be named Camp Run-Amok!

 

This is how we roll...

On a really hot Texas summer day, what do snow dogs do?

 

 

We nap in front of the fan! 

 

Poquito does too!

Gotcha day!

For those of you that work in animal rescue, you are probably familiar with "Gotcha Days"--the day that someone adopts a animal.  Most of the time, those of us who adopt never know his or her true date of birth, so we celebrate the day we got them instead.

 

Today is Sitka's "Gotcha Day."  I got her six years ago--so I think that makes her about eight!  To celebrate, I got both she and Juneau treats.  Sitka got a toy too, but as long as there is food, she won't pay that toy one bit of attention!  I got them both "Busy Bones" and they do indeed keep the dogs busy for about an hour.  It's so quiet in the house I can hardly believe it!

Happy Gotcha Day, my dear, dear Sitka!

Sitka, Juneau, and Poquito

Aren't my babies pretty?  I just love them; they make the best photographic subjects! 

The Princess of Naughtiness and General Mayhem

Can guess who, at my house, holds this "distinguished" title?  If you said "Sitka," you're correct. 

 



The Princess had another little "adventure" last night after someone left my back gate open.  I can't decide who to blame for this incident:  the lawn crew, the meter reader, or some other unknown person who traipsed through my backyard and left the back gate wide open.  Whoever they are--they are on my s**t list! 

 

Since I'm working 14-hour days right now, the dogs are so eager to go outside when I get home that they nearly bowl me over when I open the door.  So, last night, as usual, they went out when I came in.  I changed clothes, got the mail, and got their dinner ready.  I was looking forward to eating my nice burrito bowl from Chipotle, too! 

 

I opened the door and called, "Dinner!"  Those words always work like a magic charm to get them inside.  One dog in, two dogs in...wait!  Where's the third dog?  I walked out into the back yard--no Sitka.  I checked the front gate--secure as can be.  With a growing sense of dread, I headed out back, and sure enough, the back gate was wide open!  It's a wonder both Juneau and Sitka weren't on the loose.  I guess Juneau was just so interested in dinner that he didn't notice the opportunity for freedom.

 

Immediately, I grabbed my clothes and my phone and jumped in the car to go look for her.  Of course, it's after 9 pm and completely dark.  Luckily (one would think), I found her right away, one street over.  Problem was, I couldn't catch her!  After nearly an hour of "herding" her up and down the street, jumping in and out of my car, I still couldn't grab her.  Every time I'd get near her, she'd dart off.  She kept running into people's open backyards.  I wasn't about to go back into someone's yard to get her, especially in the dark.  That's a good way to get shot as a prowler.

 

 

I chased her down to the end of the street, and then she just disappeared between two houses.  That end of the street doesn't have any lights, and by then the houses were dark.  I was angry and scared, and I didn't know what else to do other than give up.

 

I went home and tried to eat, but wasn't hungry.  After a little while, I went to look for her again.  No sign of her at all anywhere.  I even drove over to my old house to see if she had gone there.  Nope!  With a heavy heart I gave up and went home.  At home, I even tried opening the door and yelling, "Treats!"  and "Dinner" to see if she'd come home.  No such luck.  I left the gates open in the hopes that she would come back into the yard.

 

I laid down on the couch, and finally fell asleep around midnight.  I woke at 1 am--no Sitka.  I woke up at 3 am--and, voila!  There she was; curled up in her mudpile in the back yard.  Like any parent whose child has come home after running away, I couldn't decide whether to hug her or yell at her.  I hugged her, but scolded also!!!

 

 

Thank God she came home on her own!  I don't know what I would have done if she still weren't home by this morning.  These kids--they're going to be the death of me!  She's limping today; she must have pulled something when she was running.  I don't like for her to be in pain, but a part of me thinks she earned it! 



Pretty puppies

Adventure time!

Today's adventure features the inimitable Sitka and Juneau, as well as my hapless friend, Joann Clifton. 

 

The day started out normally.  My fellow Relay for Life (check out our team page here) team members came over to make items to raise funds that will go to the American Cancer Society.  I was showing some of the ladies one of my mom's quilts when the doorbell rang.  Joann went to let the new arrival in.

 

Unfortunately, she didn't realize what consumate escape artists huskies are.  I learned a long time ago to always have two doors in between Sitka, Juneau, and freedom.  As she went to open the front door, Sitka simply opened the inner doors somehow and barrelled past Joann right out the front door.

 

I flew to my car and started driving around looking for them.  Of course, in the two minutes it took for me to back my car out of the driveway, the dogs had vanished.  I did a quick search of the surrounding streets...not one sign of either of them.

 

Over the next hour, we recruited my two neighbors, the mailman, two of my team members, and a random lady from a neighborhood I was driving through, to look for my two goobers! 

 

Sitka, strangely enough, was the first to be apprehended.  Usually, between Juneau and Sitka, she's the hardest to catch.  Juneau usually tires out first and then just comes once I open my car door.  For once, when I saw her and got out of the car, she came right to me.  Juneau, however, was nowhere to be found.  I looked and looked and looked, and I didn't see him anywhere.

 

Thank goodness for the random lady!  She found my wayward child on the other side of Shiloh Road, where some nice construction workers were giving him some water since he was tired from his "travels."  How he and Sitka kept from getting hit while crossing both Miller Road and Shiloh Road, I'll never know.  God was truly watching out for them. 

 

 

My sweet, innocent babies are now exhausted from their adventure.  They crawled on the sofa, and haven't moved since!  I, on the other hand, feel like I've aged about a hundred years.  Having children is stressful!!!

Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day to the three best valentines ever:

Everybody's comfy around here (except me)

 

Everyone's snuggled in and cozy, except for me.  I can't stop coughing long enough to rest--and that's with the help of extra-strength Robitussin. 

 

Doesn't Sitka look like the Queen of the Manor up there on the sofa, snuggled in the pillows?

Random puppy pictures

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