We have one more thing to write before we go to training. Mom thought it would be "so cool" to take pictures of the family (minus Wilbur who doesn't like pictures) every month as we grow. So here's the first installment.
November 26. 2006
We won't be writing for a while. About two weeks actually. Mom and Dad are going to get married, whatever that means, so while they are gone for the wedding and honeymoon, Steve and I are going to stay at Man's Best Friend. While we are there, we are supposed to get trained. They said they could even train two husky siblings who only want to wrestle. (That's us!) Anyway, with all that training, we won't have time for blogging. We posted three new videos from Christmas, so you can just watch them over and over if you miss us. And when we get back, we will have to video ourselves doing all of our training, or maybe not doing it which would make Mom and Dad unhappy.
Have a happy new year! See you in 2007!
Kat
Here I am with Mommy and my squeaky bone before I unwrapped it.
Here's me with Dad and my present.
Me with Mom and one of my presents.
This present doesn't know what hit it!
Mom graduated from Oklahoma State University, so she bought a bandana for Kat to wear. (Kat is supposed to be the OSU fan and I'm supposed to be the Texas A&M fan.) However, one day when Dad was out walking Kat, Mom dressed me up in the bandana to play a joke on Dad. He wasn't happy. :-)
Last weekend, Dad and I took a nap on my bed. Mommy thought we looked cute, so she took our picture.
We had to go to the vet last week, so here is a picture of us at the vet with Mommy. She looks weird in this picture, but don't tell her I said that.
Last Sunday, Mommy took us on a LONG walk so we got really tired. We spent several hours that afternoon sleeping in the back yard.
Mommy is home sick AGAIN!! Steve and I think this is good news because she can barely talk. So when she says what usually comes out as "NO!!", now it sounds like "no" so we just pretend that we can't hear her when she says, "no", "down", "here puppies", etc. It's a good excuse to be bad and trust me, we don't need any excuses. So most of the day yesterday when Mommy was sick, she just stayed in bed and we had to stay in our kennel just like if she was at work. But today, since it's raining, whenever the rain stops, Mommy gets up to let us outside to potty because she knows we won't go out there if it is actually raining. Then once we go potty, we rush back inside (because it's wet out there and that really messes up our fur) and play. Today we were playing some Tug 'O War, which I must say is really fun except that I am at a disadvantage because Steve outweighs me by 3 pounds!! (When we went to the vet last time, I weighed 11.3 pounds and Steve was 14.1 pounds.) Anyway, we better get back to work playing and keeping Mommy from getting bored while she is sick.
Today Mommy isn't feeling good. So she stayed in bed instead of going to work. But, since she and Dad made this new rule about how Kat and I should be in separate kennels during the day so we can have alone time, she put us in different kennels and tried to go to sleep. Well, we were going to have none of that. So Kat and I were yapping up a storm. Then the strangest thing happened. I was saying, "Yap!! Yip!! Screech!! WOOOOOO!!!" What is that noise? I have never made a deep "WOOOOO" noise. I don't know what to think. Mommy said that I am getting my grown up voice. I did sound sort of mean and scary. Maybe I can make the WOOOO noise to the dog next door and scare him. That would be good. He'll never realize I'm just a puppy. He'll think I am a wild wolf, about to eat him. Okay, it's decided. I like my new WOOOOOing. If only I could learn how to control it!
Steve
Steve and I got tagged by the Army of Four to play Christmas tag. The rules are that we have to say three things we do want for Christmas and three things we don't want for Christmas, then get five of our doggie friends to do the same thing. So here we go!
Three things we DO want for Christmas:
1. To not get in trouble when we go to the bathroom in the house
2. Steve wants to get more food than me
3. I want to get a toy that Steve doesn't steal from me
Three things we DO NOT want for Christmas:
1. To have to go outside in the rain
2. Not being allowed in the closet where Wilbur's food and litter box is
3. 
More of that yucky stuff sprayed on things we want to chew, but Mom and Dad do not want us to chew
Here are the doggies we are tagging: Moonshadow, Macie & Malechai, Turbo, IndyPindy, and Althea.
We got our pictures taken with Santa today! So we told him what we wanted for Christmas and that we could pull his sled for him if the reindeer got sick or forgot how to fly.
Kat
I'm only 8 1/2 weeks old and I have already gotten famous! This is what happens when you're as cute as I am. Anyway, the Army of Four posted a picture of Steve and me because they think I look like one of their older sisters. I must say I agree! She was super cute. No wonder her name was Lucky! She also looked very pretty when she grew up to an adult dog, so I know that I have good looks to look forward too. So I'm glad that my new blogger friends are making me famous! Mommy says that she could "totally" get addicted to blogging. I'm not sure why she can get addicted. Since when does she blog? Steve, Wilbur, and I do all the blogging.
Mom also saw that the Army of Four humans adopted two puppies at a time when they got Lucky and she is wondering how they ever survived. Mom and Dad are really having trouble training Steve and me because we absolutely can't stand to be apart. They take us outside to potty, but instead we just play. We never want to play with Mom and Dad, just each other. So Mom says that if any huskies have ideas on how to deal with two puppies at once, they should let her know. I personally don't see why she has such a problem with us not wanting to potty outside or be apart or play with her, but I guess she feels left out. Maybe she secretly wishes she could potty all over the house and bite and wrestle nonstop.
Kat
On Saturday afternoon, we were sitting at home with Mommy and she was waiting on Daddy to get there. So Steve and I started wrestling just like was always do. (Really, if you think about it, do we ever stop wrestling except to eat and sleep?) While wrestling, I got up on my back legs to try to knock Steve over but instead, I slipped and knocked my head on the floor. Since Mom and Dad are replacing the carpet in the house, there are only concrete floors, so it really hurt when I hit my head. Mommy rushed to my side and picked me up and started cuddling me and asking me if I was okay. I just laid there, limp in her arms. So she picked up her phone and called Daddy and was asking him when he was going to get there because I was hurt. So I just laid very still while Mommy was holding me and Steve was running around like the crazy, jealous dog that he is. Then Daddy got there and Steve started barking at him to get attention, but Daddy just came to Mommy and petted me and asked me if I had a headache. Once Daddy was there, I decided that my head didn't hurt anymore. I just wanted Daddy to get home because I am Daddy's Cutie Pie.
Mommy said I was smelly and that I must be itchy since I scratch all the time, so she said I should take a shower. I haven't never taken a shower, so how was I supposed to know what it would be like. Mommy was talking in an upbeat voice and so I thought, "Sure! This will be super fun. Just me and Mommy without Steve hogging her attention!" So Mommy takes me into the bathroom and takes off all of her fur (she calls them clothes). Luckily she let me keep my fur on. Then we get into this little area and it started raining! In the house! So Mommy got me all wet and drippy. I was not looking very cute and fluffy. In fact, she said I looked like a rat! Anyway, so Mommy washed her hair and then she washed my
fur and then we both rinsed off and then she wrapped me up in a fluffy towel. The shower really wasn't so bad because Mommy got in there too. It wasn't nearly as bad as the bath when Daddy held me down in the tub while Mommy poured water over me with a cup and they weren't even getting wet. At least this time I knew Mommy was suffering too. All that being said, I hope I don't have to take showers very often.
I have learned how to show the puppies who's the boss. I have started sleeping on all of their stuff. No one does sleeping better than me, so I am doing really well. I sleep on their crate and on their bed. Sometimes when I don't feel like sleeping, I just stand outside the door of their crate so they can see that I don't have to be locked up, so that must mean that Mom loves me more. It's all about mind control with these beasts. By sleeping on top of their crate, I am showing them that I have on top of them in the Pet Hierarchy of the house. It's great.
Wilbur
Mommy told us that Daddy is coming home today. I am so happy because Mommy is getting grumpy when she has to let us out to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Hopefully Daddy is so happy to see us that he won't care if he has to wake up and let us out and if he has to clean up any poopy presents we leave for him. So this morning, before we got in our kennel, Mommy rubbed us down with these wipe things to make us smell good for Daddy. She said she wanted to put bows around our necks but we would probably just chew them off, so she didn't. She's right. We would just chew them off. We can't help it, things are tasty.
Mommy has been calling me "her little piggy". She says it's because I hog all the food and attention and make grunting noises. I don't really understand that. I am a puppy or a dog and not a piggy. She doesn't call Kat a piggy. Weird.
Well, I better go practice my cute faces so I'll have it perfected for when Daddy gets here!!
Steve
This was our first entire weekend at our new house. Steve and I discovered that weekends are great because Mommy is home all day and so we can be out of the kennel most of the day too! We took full advantage of being out of our kennel so that we could sleep in places we don't normally get to sleep. Mommy couldn't believe how much we were sleeping! She watched two movies with her friends on Saturday night and we slept through both of them. (The movies weren't about dogs, so we really didn't care about watching them.)
Yesterday, Mommy hooked those rope things on us and walked us down the street a little ways to visit the lady who lives two houses from us. She wanted to see our cute, furry faces. I liked it at her house because she has a lot of plants in front of her house, so I took full advantage of chewing on fresh plants. Steve is such a pain in the butt though because when he was not paying attention, the lady started petting me and then Steve started barking at her because she wasn't paying attention to him. He thinks he needs to be the center of attention all the time.
I really can't believe it, but I forgot to write about the best thing that happened on Thursday. SNOW!! There is a video of Steve and me playing in the snow, but I forgot to write about how 
wonderful it was. Mommy was shivering, but we did not want to go inside. We kept looking around for a sled for us to pull, but we don't have one yet. Plus there wasn't a lot of snow, so we will have to wait for more snow before sledding. Mommy said that Aunt Kari said there is lots of snow in Missouri and that she wanted to go sledding, but Uncle Joe wouldn't go. I wish I had been in Missouri because I would have gone sledding with her!! Anyway, here is a picture of us in the snow.
Kat
Mommy didn't have to go to work today, so we got to play most of the day. Mom was getting really frustrated with me because I kept going to the bathroom in the house and when she would take me outside, I just wanted to play. I even made Kat play when she would try to go to the bathroom outside. So Mom was getting mad because Kat couldn't go to the bathroom outside since I kept interrupting her. Mom never yelled at me, but I could tell she was getting annoyed. So to make it up to her, Kat and I decided to go sleep on our bed and look extra cute so she could take a good picture and then she would forget about all the bad stuff we have done all day. Cuteness is such a handy thing!
Today Mommy said she had to do some cleaning since she has friends coming over tomorrow. She doesn't like our dusty footprints all over everything. (Wilbur's footprints are on more things because he can jump on top of stuff, but she still blames us.) So she got out this machine that was really noisy and she pushed it around the house. It sucked up the pieces of the stick I brought in the house the other day, so I wasn't too happy. So anyway, the noisy machine scared Steve and me, so we went and hid under the table. While we were hiding, we accidentally fell asleep. We aren't very good at being alert guard dogs.
Yesterday I went to the vet with Kat and Mommy. Before we left to go to the vet, Wilbur was laughing at us and telling us that the vet was the most awful place in the whole wide world. He said that last time he went, he came home and couldn't walk for a few days because they poked him with sharp sticks and that Mommy just stood there and watched them do it. So it sounded really scary. On the way to the vet, Mommy made Kat and me ride in a box because she said the kennel is too heavy for her to lift into the car. We didn't like the box because it didn't have any windows, so on the way, we chewed a hole in the side of the box and made our own window! We're really smart, no matter what Wilbur says.
Once we got to the vet, Mommy carried us through Petsmart to the vet desk because we don't like to walk on the leashes. Kat and I made sure we were looking extra cute and everyone in the whole store was stopping Mommy and telling her how cute we were. I think she really liked it, but Kat was annoyed because people were calling her a boy. She even had a pink collar and leash, so th
ey must have been not-so-smart people. They were smart enough to recognize that we were so adorable, but not to figure out that the puppy with the pink collar is a girl. Humans are weird sometimes.
At the vet, we got looked over by the nurse and then the doctor. The doctor said that we are very nice looking puppies and she liked us so much that she gave us two biscuits each! We even got poked with the sharp sticks, but it didn't hurt and we were so busy eating biscuits that we didn't even notice. Wilbur is a big baby if he thought it hurt.
So going to the vet isn't so scary. I tried to tell that to Wilbur, but he said to just wait and eventually we would go and they would do bad things to us. I think he's full of kitty poo.
Steve
PS. Kat and I both weighed the same. 7.5 pounds!
Wow, in the last 24 hours, my life has completely changed. First these people came and took me away from my mom and siblings. Then they made me ride in the car in a cage while I made noise all the way home. At least my brother came with me. He didn't seem to be nearly as worried about what was happening as I was. Once we got to the people's home, they took me out in their yard for some play time. Then they brought me in the house and put me back in the kennel. After that, a cat came running out. Boy, was he surprised to see me! He walked round 
and round the kennel smelling us. I learned that he is my new big brother, Wilbur. He seems alright. I chased him around a little bit and he seemed to like it.
Today was a fun day. We played in the yard a lot. Steve and I just like to roll around in the grass. We even rolled around in the grass with our new dad. I like my new family. Even my brother, Wilbur, who just lays around and watches me. I have to go now because I have new places to explore and Steve just stole my treat so I have to go get it back!
Kat
Tonight I was minding my own business when all of the sudden, Mom and Dave showed up with these two creatures. Apparently the creatures are the puppies that they have been talking about for so long. I'll be honest, I really didn't know what a puppy was. I mean, seriously, I've been living in this house for as long as I can remember and there are no other animals here, so how was I to know what they were.
even kind of played with me, but I wasn't sure I wanted to play, so I didn't play too much. They are sleeping now, so I am staring 
at them in their crate. At least I don't have to sleep in the crate since I am the older brother and all. Oh, and the puppies are so uncivilized. They don't even know how to use a litter box and have to be taken outside all the time. (I'm a little jealous of the fact that they get to go outside.) If you want to see some videos of them playing with me, click on the link on the right side of this blog.Well, well, well. Apparently Mom and Dave do not know the rules of Thanksgiving. They are supposed to stay home and spend all day cooking a turkey for me to eat so I can fill my tummy and then sleep off my dinner. Unfortunately, they left me home alone while they went somewhere else to eat turkey without me. Did they offer take me? No. Did they bring me turkey when they came home? No. Did they act remorseful for their actions? No. I thought I had them trained better than this. Well, not Dave, I can't seem to get him trained. But I thought Mom was trained. I mean, she does everything else I tell her to do and also lets me bite her while she screams "Ouch!" in delight. I'm going to have to work harder on them. Mostly on Dave because I'm sure he's the one responsible. He never lets me bite him.
Wilbur
Bad news. Mom and Dave think it's good news, but I'm telling you, it's bad. Those huskies? The ones mentioned in the title of this blog? They are coming. Apparently I only have a few more days of solitude in my castle that I so kindly let Mom live in. Mom and Dave are going to go look at the huskies tomorrow and if they are anywhere near as cute as they think they are from the pictures, then the huskies are coming to live in my castle on Saturday. Uggg...
I will make sure some pictures of these little demons gets posted on this website. I'll warn you that they won't be as cute as I am, but maybe their faces won't completely disgust you.
Wilbur
Hi, I'm Wilbur. I'm the "and their cat" part of this blog. I can't say I'm really happy about that for several reasons.
Well, whatever. Let me tell you about me. First, I'm a cat and real
ly the cutest cat to ever exist. My talents include: sleeping, attacking Mom's feet and ankles, biting Mom's face in the night, fetching, and getting whatever I want. My birthday is April 1, 2005. That is the day my mom rescued me from the pound. I was actually born a few weeks before then, but I don't know when it was. I think I might have descended from African jungle cats because I stalk every where I walk and I'm kind of spotted underneath my stripes. And I'm brilliant. I'm not sure if I mentioned that yet or not.
I am excited because Thanksgiving is only a few days away. This will be my second Thanksgiving, and let me just say, last year was a hit. Mom cooked a bunch of food and Dave came over and helped eat it. I helped too. Turkey and gravy is really tasty! It also made me really sleepy. I fell asleep on one of the dining room chairs while Mom and Dave were eating. I stayed asleep all day! I blame the turkey. So I am definitely ready for some more turkey and gravy this Thanksgiving!
Wilbur
(No, I'm not named after Charlotte's Web. I'm named after Wilbur Wright, as in The Wright Brothers because my mom likes airplanes.)
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