Clubhouse Update

We've done some redecorating in the Siberian Clubhouse, so I thought I would give you pups a tour.  (We still have some work to do to the outside though.)

First we hung some pictures up.  On one side, I hung up some pin-up pictures of my darling, Thunder.  He's so handsome.  (Paws off, ladies, he's taken!)

Above my pictures of Thunder, I hung up a picture of two huskies running in the snow.  Oh, how I wish one of them was me!

Opposite my pictures, Steve has some pictures of Khyra.  He especially loves the picture of her snooter in the snow.

Above that, he has a picture of another husky laying in the snow.

Last night, we had Mom sew us some pillows for the clubhouse.  Here's what they look like.  (We need to get our maid to vacuun the clubhouse, huh?)

This is a close-up of the fabric.  I think it's cute.  It says, "Woof", but I think the "f" is silent, so it's really "Woo".  :-)

Well, I hope you enjoyed the tour.  Come over and visit anytime!

Kat

Memoir - Steve

Khyra and Echo tagged me to play in a game quickly spanning the Blog-o-sphere.  Here are the rules:

1. Write your own six word memoir.

2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you'd like.

3. Tag at least five more blogs with links.

4. Don't forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.

5. Have fun!

So here we go...

1. Silly - I think this is self explanatory.

2. Super - This is my Superman pose.

3. Hungry - I do love to eat!

4. Handsome - All the ladies love me!

5. Playful - I always am up for some wrestling and play time.

6. Speedy - Just ask Kat!

So who should I tag?  I think a lot of pups have already been tagged.  I'll tag the Brat Pack.  If they include their foster pup, that's five doggies right there!

Kat will be up next with her memoir.

Steve

PS. Thanks to Tucker, we have identified the Kat's prey.  It was a Steller's jay. Tucker, you are one smart Sibe!

Birdy Beware!

It's me, Kat, again! I don't have any pictures of this adventure, yet I thought I'd tell you all about it anyway.

The other day, Steve and I were in the backyard playing. This was before Dad worked on the fence to make it escape-proof (more about all of our escapes later). So Mom was watching us pretty closely to make sure we didn't end up in the deaf-old-lady's yard or the neighbors-who-leave-their-gate-open's yard. However, Mom was also unloading the dishwasher, so she wasn't actually watching us every second.

So all of the sudden, Mom heard this terrible squawking. She looked out the window and saw me with a bird in my mouth and another bird trying to fly away. She hollered at Dad to go outside and take care of it. Apparently Moms are not equipped to deal with bird situations. So out cameDad, armed with a grocery bag and a shovel. By this point, I am bored with the bird that I so grandly caught out of mid-air and Steve was standing over it. (Steve was trying to take credit for the bird, but we all know he would never actually be fast enough to do anything.) Dad picked up the dead bird and took it back to go in the trash dumpster.

However, that was not the end of the saga. The other bird managed to get up in the tree and just kept squawking at me for a long time. It also flew and hopped from tree to tree as I walked around the yard. Mom found this very disturbing, but I was just daring it to stop talking smack to me and come fight me like a man. We would see who wins! It never did... YET! All birds must watch out when they visit MY yard!

Kat

PS. Mom doesn't know what kind of bird it was. She's pretty bird stupid. It was blue and had a "mohawk". She couldn't find the type on wikipedia after trying for like at least 30 seconds so she gave up. I couldn't help either because all I saw was yummy!

House Warming Presents!

Hi ya pups! It's Kat and I just want to apologize for our lack of posting lately. Mom has been so busy with unpacking the house. Wilbur keeps trying to go outside, so he ends up locked in the office while the humans are going in and out, so that has kept us from the computer. We have lots of adventures to blog about, but first we have to say THANK YOU to the Forget Sit and Stay Gang. They sent us some really cool clubhouse warming presents.

First, we got a snuggle heart. It's really pretty and red and is supposed to absorb your scent so it's comforting. Unfortunately, I haven't rubbed a lot of scent on it because I've been busy playing with the other toy they sent us, a jailbird! Everypup needs one. It's so fun. When Mom first opened the box, she thought it was a penguin (as she says on the video), but it's a black and white striped bird with a ball attacked to it's leg. I have been so perplexed why the bird will not let me have the ball. It's bugging me a lot and I have been shaking the bird and everything, but it won't let go of the ball. So I take it everywhere I go, just in case it relaxes and releases the ball. So far, no luck. The bird is good.

They also sent us some yummy rawhide. It was a healthy kind of rawhide too and is very tasty. Steve gives it four paws up.

Here's the video of us opening the box.  Please ignore the neighbor mowing their yard.  Mom made us open the present outside because at that point, the house was still messy with boxes.

Not to be left out, they sent Wilbur something too. (I bet Witty Kitty had something to do with that!) Since Wilbur doesn't have his own super cool outdoor clubhouse, they sent him a really cool tunnel. It's got like three spokes with dangly things. Unfortunately, that's all I know about it because Mom put it behind the baby gate so only Wilbur can play with it.  Here's Wilbur checking out his tunnels for the first time.

So thanks so much, pups (and Witty)! We love everything!

Kat

Pictures of Us

Hi friends!  Mom wanted to take a picture of us in front of the house with the sold sign.  Of course, we were totally up for the challenge!  I picked the very best pictures to share with you pups.  I have no idea why Mom says we are going to try again later.

Kat

Check out our yard

Hey pups!  We finally got to visit our new house today.  It was pretty pawsome.  We had Mom take a lot of videos.  Hopefully you can take time to watch some of them.  We might post a couple more tomorrow.   :-)

The kids in the video used to live in the house.  They loved us, of course.

Steve

It's Ours!

Mom and Dad signed all the paperwork on our new Siberian Club House and now it is officially ours. Above is a picture of the guest house where Mom, Dad and Wilbur will be living. It's not nearly as cool as our club house, but they have to live somewhere and we certainly do NOT want Wilbur living in the club house.

Tomorrow we get to go over to the club house for the first time. It's really hard to be patient until then! We just can't wait to run around the yard and check our the club house! We'll be sure to have Mom video our first exploration so you all can be there with us!

Steve and Kat

Thanks Echo!

FYI: This is our 300th post.  Have a treat to celebrate!

Mom won her office pool for the NCAA tournament.  (Thanks Kansas!)  She proudly announced it to some of the husky blogging moms and luckily Echo, Siberian at Law had our backs.  He made sure that Mom knew that we deserved something since HULA operatives control the NCAA basketball tournament and allowed Mom's picks to win.  Because of Echo fighting for our rights, we had bully sticks to chew on tonight.

In case any pups don't know about Echo, Siberian at Law, here is a commercial for him.

Steve and Kat

Waiting on Dad

We went for a bike ride on Saturday.  It was a lot of fun.  The part that wasn't fun was before we left.  Mom got us harnessed up and then Dad spent an insane amount of time looking for his hat.  Come on, Dad, grow some fur!  He has fur on his head, but he doesn't have furry ears, so that's why he said he needed a hat.  Huskies are so much smarter than humans because we grow furry ears to keep us from spending time looking for hats instead of having fun.

Here's Steve waiting.

Here's me.

Here's both Steve and me.

Here's Wilbur.  Even he was bored.  (Wilbur did not get to go for the bike ride.)

Dad did finally find his hat... the next day.  It was in the laundry basket and Mom washed it.

Kat

Happy 3rd Wilbur!

Today is Wilbur's 3rd birthday.  Well, it's his gotcha day and Mom calls it his birthday.  She thinks its funny that his birthday is April Fools Day.  Anyway, we got Wilbur a fancy can of cat food so he can feast tonight.

Happy Birthday Wilbur!  You've survived the Ornery Ones, the Terrible Twos, and now you're embarking on the Treacherous Threes.  We hope Mom survives.  :-)

Love,

Steve and Kat

Our New House

We bought ourselves a house.  It's going to be the world's coolest Siberian Club House (thanks to our SMS pals for that name).  Here's what it looks like now:

We're going to have Mom repaint it.  She suggested red with black trim.  Dad is also going to take the swing and slide down so we don't get hurt.  Whatever.  We're going to hang cool signs on it like "Sibes Rule and Cats Drool" and "No Cats Allowed".  Wilbur is really jealous.

Some of our friends have been helping us think of new furnishings.  We have the following suggestions: a phone so Steve can order pizza, a couch for me to sleep on, a TV with cable so we can watch Animal Planet, and Holly said that she would need a mattress to sleep on when she comes over.

Oh, and our parents (and Wilbur) are getting to move into the house in front of our new house, but I'm sure you don't care a thing about it.  We'll probably have a housewarming paw-ty as soon as we get everything fixed up, so you all are invited!

Kat

Wooscotti

Mom found a recipe for biscotti for dogs so she made it this morning.  She tweaked the recipe just a bit so that we could give it our own name, so we decided to call it Wooscotti.  What do you pups think?  Is that a good name?

We love it when Mom makes us things.  We are always ready to be team players and taste test.  She gave us some peanut butter (just a tad) while she was mixing up the Wooscotti.  Then when she was cutting it into slices, it made a lot of crumbs, so she let us eat those too.

Here we are waiting for Mom to put the Carob icing on the Wooscotti.

Hurry up, Mom!  Here's Kat looking longingly at the Wooscotti after it was finished, but still too hot to eat.

Later on, Kat and I got in a big fight because I tried to steal a piece of Wooscotti off the cooling rack.  Mom got really upset at us for fighting.  I hope that doesn't keep her from making it again!

Steve

Woo, Thunder is Handsome

On Monday night, Steve had Mom light a candle and then, by candlelight, Steve asked me if I would be Thunder's girlfriend.  Of course I said YES!  I mean, look at him.  He's so cute.  He has pretty blue eyes like me and his mom has the same name as me, so it's almost as if we are meant for each other.  Thunder is almost two, I think, so we are also the perfect age for each other.  I just wish we had been together back in May when we visited some of our human relatives in Kansas City because Thunder lives close to there and we could have met.  I bet we would have had a ton of fun playing chase and wrestling.

Thanks for asking me (through Steve) to be your girlfriend, Thunder!

Love,

Kat

Cool Dog Sled Envelope

We've been really forgetful about posting about this cool thing that Franki V sent us.

One day we got an envelope in the mail.  It looked like this, but had our address on it and the return address was in Vancouver.

We used our Siberian intelligence to deduce that it must be from Franki because we don't know anypup else in Vancouver.  We thought it was a super cool envelope.  It traveled by dogsled to get to our house!

Franki sent it to us as part of the Gold Rush Trail Dog Sled Mail Run.  Dog teams work together to carry the mail from Quesnel, British Columbia all the way to Barkerville, BC.  The envelope was also postmarked from stops along the way.  Mom thought it was especially cool that it went to Barkerville and anyone who knows her will understand why.

So thanks again, Franki!  We are keeping the envelope in a very special place!

Steve and Kat

PS. Franki emailed us some cool pictures of our mail enroute.  Check out a few of them:

One of the stops

Sled dogs along the trail

Beautiful huskies

Mail carrying huskies

News Flash! Evil Husky Revealed!

Hi, Wilbur here. During the day, when Mom and Dad are working and the furry beasts are in the crate, I like to relax, let down my fur, and surf the internet. Sometimes I hack into Mom's email to make sure she's not saying bad stuff about me.

Imagine my surprise, when yesterday I discovered this email:

Hello ,

Thank you for your order.

Order Receipt:

Date: Mon Mar 03 11:24:12 -0500 2008
Order Status: Accepted

Dyson DC15 Ball w/Animal Plus Kit 15

Factory Direct Int. Inc.
www.FactoryDirectSuperstore.com

What? A Dyson? I have read enough dog and cat blogs to know that I DO NOT want a Dyson living here. Even furry beasts hate Dysons. So imagine how even more surprised I was to find another email sent this weekend from one furry beast, Khyra. (Names not changed to protect the guilty.) In Khyra's email, she specifically directed my mom to the website where she ordered the Dyson.

How can Khyra claim to be so nice and love the furry beasts when she schemed to bring a Dyson into our home? She's supposed to be the boy furry beast's girlfriend! Although, our first clue should have been the fact that she has other boyfriends besides him.

Beware furry beasts! Khyra is nothing but trouble!

Meow,
Wilbur

I'm not a chicken!

Mom is making me really mad.  She apparently is under the false impression that I am a chicken and not a Siberian Husky.  I guess she wants to eat me or something because she keeps trying to pluck my fur on my butt.  Isn't that the first stage to cooking a chicken?  Listen, MOM, I can't help it if I'm shedding a lot on my butt and the fur comes out in tufts.  That is no excuse for you to touch me there and pluck my fur.  It's MY fur (and MY butt)!  STOP IT!

I hope Mom reads this post,

Kat

Stupid Steve

I'm really upset that Steve posted that picture of me where he said I looked retarded.  In retaliation, I'm posting this picture of him.

Also, Mom is trying to blame me for knocking a bunch of stuff off the table.  I think this picture shows that I obviously didn't do it and Wilbur did.

Zim, I may need you to come to my rescue.  You did a good job getting yourself out of trouble.

Kat

How To Go To the Dog Park, Part 6

This is the final installment of our series.  Here's how you go home from the dog park... asleep!

Happy Monday!

Steve

How To Go To the Dog Park, Part 5

Part 5: Let's Play!

Here are some pictures of us at the dog park.  First up, an embarrassing picture of Kat.  Doesn't she look retarded?

Next is a picture of Kat's dirty face.  She was standing in a puddle and Dad thought she was going to lay down in the mud and roll around.  So Dad yelled, "Kat!  Don't do it!"  So she didn't roll around, she just dunked her face.

Finally, here is a picture of both of us.  Mom and Dad have been taking treats to the dog park and when they call our names, we come running and we get a treat.  We have to sit first though.

Amici asked in our last post "How BIG is that dog park?  It looks HUGE!"  Well, our dog park is about 10 acres.  It's got a giant area (that's what you saw in the video last time).  Then it has some fenced trails that go all the way to Lake Washington.  It's a really cool dog park.

Next time is our last post in this series... going home.

Steve

How To Go To the Dog Park, Part 4

Finally we arrive at the part of our series where we arrive at the dog park! When we get close to the dog park, I get all excited about it. I know we are almost there as soon as we get off the highway and we still have a few miles to go!  Mom tried to video my excitement but the video didn't turn out.  Anyway, she did manage to get a video of us out of the car and walking very politely into the dog park gate.  We are really good not to pull on our leashes, as you can see.  That's an important thing.  Be sure to behave on your leashes otherwise your parents won't know you are excited.

Tomorrow I will post some pictures of us at the dog park that day.

Steve

How To Go To the Dog Park, Part 3

We now return to our multipart series...

Part 3: The Car Ride

An important part of going to the dog park is riding in the car.  Here's Kat and me in the car as Dad is preparing to back out of the garage.  I was sending him Siberian Mind Melds to pick the fastest route to the park.

Because time at the dog park is always very labor intensive, I like to take the car ride portion of the journey to catch some ZZZzzzz's so I can play to the fullest once I get there.

Kat, on the other paw, is a big backseat driver, so she has to watch Dad's every turn.

Well pups, we are almost to the dog park.  I hope you're all ready!

Steve

Happy Valentines Day

We want to wish all of our furry friends a Happy Valentines Day!  We hope you all got extra treats and gave kisses to your humans!

Love,

Steve, Kat and Wilbur

How To Go To the Dog Park, Part 2

Finally we are going to get back to our multi-part series about going to the dog park.  Sorry we got so derailed by getting sick and then playing in the snow, but we are back on track now.

Anyway, after you have your parents convinced that you do indeed want to go to the dog park, it's time to get them to the car.  Humans have to go through an extensive process of putting on coats and shoes and gloves and hat and whatever else they need because they weren't blessed with lovely fur.  Once they put on their fur (I mean clothes), you need to lead them to the car.  Now, humans are very forgetful, so make sure they remember everything that's important.  As you can see in this video, our mom almost forgot a critical item!

Next we will discuss the car ride.

Steve

Snowshoeing

Today we went snowshoeing with Mom and Dad.  Being huskies, we didn't need any stinkin' snowshoes, but Mom and Dad sure did.

We drove up to the Mt. Baker/Snoqualmie National Forest to snowshoe.  There is a road there that makes a loop, but the highway department doesn't plow part of the road in the winter and it makes  good snowshoe or cross-country ski trail.  On our way, Dad stopped at the ranger station just to make sure there wasn't avalanche danger where we were going and we got the A-OK!  Here's a picture of us with Mom before we got started.

We were pretty excited to be out in all that snow.  Here's a video of us messing around while waiting for Dad to get all the stuff out of the car.

Then we started down the trail.  We wanted to pull, pull, PULL, but Mom and Dad's snowshoes really dug into the snow and we couldn't pull them down the trail.  Bummer.

The snow is really deep over the uncleared road.  Here we are with Dad in front of a sign and you can see only the top of the sign!

We hiked for two miles, then Mom and Dad stopped for lunch.  We stopped at a picnic area, but all the picnic stuff was covered in snow, so Mom and Dad just sat on the ground.  Steve and I put on our 60-foot leashes so we could really roam around.  However, we are so used to sticking with Mom and Dad, it wasn't until Mom started throwing snowballs that we realized we could actually venture out.

Since we stopped at the picnic area, there weren't a lot of trees close by, but I did manage to get my leash wrapped around a tree and Dad had to come rescue me.  Mom didn't get the daring rescue on video though.  You can see in this video that I was very grateful to Dad for being my hero!

Mom and Dad had fun snowshoeing and they said we can go again soon.  Right now we don't have a lot of places to go because of the avalanche danger, but as soon as that goes away, we might try some different trails.

Kat

Big Day Tomorrow

We had to spend part of the day in our crate today.  ON A SATURDAY!  I know, it sound like abuse.  However, we were okay with it.  Mom and Dad had to go get some things for our big day tomorrow.  We're going to play in the snow!  It's going to be awesome and we are so excited.  Watch for our recap!

Kat

Here's our picture in our crate today.  I didn't look at the camera. I was busy eating my kong.

Awards and Random Facts

Marley and Ziggy AND Star and Jack gave us an award.  It's the "E" for Excellent award and we are very thankful that they gave it to us!  We love being called excellent.  Thanks pups!  We would like to give this award to some pretty new bloggers, The Forget Sit & Stay Gang!

Second, Ari tagged us to name seven random things about ourselves.  The facts were supposed to be unknown.  That made it pretty difficult for us since we write about pretty much everything on our blog, but we thought hard and we think we came up with some good ones.

1. Steve still has pink puppy pads on his feet.

2. Kat's claws are black.  Steve's claws are white/clear.  Wilbur's claws are razor sharp.

3. Wilbur only weighed one pound when Mom rescued him from the pound.

4. Mom thought about naming Kat "Sophie".

5. Wilbur's body is so long, he can't curl into a donut, only like a "u".

6. There is a dog two town homes down from us that is named Brandy and we go nuts everytime we see her and Mom and Dad can't figure out why.

7. We follow Mom everywhere she goes in the house, but don't usually follow Dad unless he goes into the kitchen.

Those are the facts!

We're back....

Woo, hoo, hoo pups!  We are back!  Mom went to the vet yesterday on her way home.  She wanted to visit us, but the vet met with her and said that she could just take us home!  We were so happy.  Mom didn't tell Dad that she brought us home either, so we surprised him when he got home from work.

We sure think he was thrilled to see us, even though he seemed pretty distracted by our smelly breath.  We can't help it.  We have to eat this special food for a few days and it makes us stinky from both ends, if you catch our drift.  Mom says it has a lot of fiber, whatever that is.

We have been so hungry, but Mom won't dish out the treats or food!  Steve just stood staring at his bowl and nothing happened.  

Mom gives us some food, but it's just not enough, but she says we can have more food each day, but no treats for a few days.  NO TREATS?  That's doggie abuse if you ask us.

We have been very tired since we got home, so we are going to go back to napping.  Thank you for all your well wishes.  They really worked because we got to come home a day early!  You pups are the best!

Steve and Kat

We interrupt this program...

Meow, Wilbur here.  Steve and Kat are going to have to take a break from their dog park series because they are in jail at the vet.  And as much as some pups like to say, I had nothing to do with it.

On Sunday morning, Steve and Kat stole some banana nut bread off the counter.  (No, I did not push it to the edge for them to get it.)  Then Sunday night, Kat didn't want to eat her supper.  Steve gobbled his up, but later threw it all up on the floor.  It was disgusting, let me tell you.  Kat was also acting very pathetic and curling into balls on Mom's lap whenever she could.

Then all night Sunday night/Monday morning, Steve and Kat wanted to go outside, but when they got outside, they would try to do some business but nothing really came out, if you know what I mean.  Steve did have a couple accidents in the bathroom.  He's one smart pup, I will admit, for not going on the carpet.

Finally the last straw was in the morning when Mom was getting ready for work.  Steve jumped off the bed and with no warning, had a gross accident in the bathroom that was kind of bloody.

Mom thought he might have giarrdia, so she loaded both furry beasts into the car to drop them off at the vet on her way to work.  Later in the morning the vet called to tell Mom that they both had fevers and to ask Mom some more questions about how the furry beasts were acting at home.  Mom answered the vet's questions and the vet said she wanted to run a blood test for pancreatitis.  Mom said sure.  An hour or two later, the vet called back to say they both had pancreatitis.  The treatment for that is 48 hours of no food or water.  To prevent the furry beasts from drying up, they have to stay at the vet on IV feeding and fluids.

Mom and Dad went to visit them last night.  The furry beasts got all hyper when they initially saw Mom and Dad, but then got tired pretty quickly.  Mom took them some toys from home.  Dad wanted to take me for them, but I put my paw down.  The vet told Mom and Dad that Steve and Kat should be able to go home Wednesday evening.

I'll claw out an update when I have one.

Wilbur

Mom, why do I have to stay here?

Oh, Mom, stop hugging.  It's embarrassing.

I can still be Superman while I'm sick.

Thank you for bringing me toys.  They are MINE!

Okay, Dad.  Let's have a talk.  You're going to take me home with you, got it?

How to Go to the Dog Park, Part 1

We went to the dog park yesterday.  We are aware that several of our friends never get to go to dog parks, so we thought we'd do a multiple part series on how to get your parents to take you to the dog park.  Here's how it goes at our house.

Mom goes outside and sees that it's a sunny day.  She comes inside and says to Dad, "It's really nice outside.  I think we should take Steve and Kat to the D.P."  Mom thinks that we don't know that "D.P." stands for "dog park".  We do know that, but we go along with the ruse and only get excited at the full words "dog park".

So after Dad agrees with Mom that going to the "D.P." is a good idea, Mom then asks us if we want to go.  We had her video this process so you pups could get it just right.  First you have to tilt your head when your parent first asks you if you want to go.  Then upon the second question, go nuts!  Show them that you want to go really badly!  Even though you're obviously going nuts and want to go, humans feel that they need to ask you several times if you want to go.  It's like they don't understand how we communicate.  Don't get discouraged, humans aren't as smart as canines, and they will eventually get the message.

Next we will cover how to actually get your parents out of the house.

Steve

Snow pictures

We finally got computer access.  Between Mom's email checking and Wilbur's research, we never got our turn!  (Wilbur was researching to find the blueprints for Tia's kitty hospital so he could go in and catnap her!  However, she got released and is home now, so he doesn't have to travel to Georgia to rescue her.)

Anyway, as Kat told you in our last post, we got some snow earlier this week.  Here's a picture of me looking quite handsome, as always.

Kat likes it when Dad makes snowballs for her and throws them for her to catch.  I swear, she doesn't act like a husky.  Here's a video of her playing that game with Dad.

Here's a funny picture of Kat trying to chow down on a snowball.

Then Mom took some video of us walking around.  Okay, so we're trying to pull Dad down the sidewalk.  That's what huskies do.  We also like to wrestle on the leashes.  Mom and Dad really don't like it.

Finally, since Kat is the Army of Four safety consultant, she wanted me to throw in this picture of us looking both ways before crossing the street.  We have to make sure we keep ourselves and Dad safe.

I hope we get some more snow soon!

Steve

PS. Sorry the videos are kinda dark.  They were taken before 6 AM and it was dark.