
My Human has been moving furniture all over the place. She even stuck my crate in a different room! She got a new love seat and the back of it is too high to leap over. My life is not fair.

It's been too hot lately, with the temperatures in the 90's for several days. I hate that! 90 degree temperatures are stupid! So it helps a bit to take a dip in the pool from time to time.





Apparently the Univ of Connecticut originally chose "Aggies" as their mascot, but they wised up in 1933 and the students decided that they should worship Huskies. The name of their husky is Jonathan XII. (Maybe Mr XII has a blog...) The first Jonathan was brown and white "Eskimo husky", but since then they've all been white. (The photo on the bottom right is of the current Jonathan who is a white Siberian husky.)
In 1970, the Student Senate voted to sell the Jonathan of that era because he was part of the "establishment." They thought that this was a good way to protest the Vietnam War. Ultimately Jonathan was turned over to a service fraternity, AΦΩ, for safe keeping. This organization is still entrusted with Jonathan's care to this day.(Unrelated note, when my Human went to Mizzou, she was a member of AΦΩ.)
Well, my Human finally put the pool out. We had a good time in it yesterday morning, and of course we decorated the sheets afterwards. The weather turned really hot yesterday, and it's supposed to stay that way for a while. It rained hard yesterday afternoon. I had to spend time in my box because I was yelling at Lex, telling him it was his fault that it was thundering.
My Human has to go back to work today. I think she needs to get one of those jobs where she can hang out at home all day.

My Human didn't have to go to her stupid job today, but instead of hanging around with me she left for a few hours. When she returned she had a bunch of smells on her. She got her hair cut, so her head smelled really interesting.So I was coming home so that you could smell my hair and I saw a Siberian husky running down the road. At first I thought it might have been Meepie 'cause it looked like him, but he was wearing an orange collar and Meepie doesn't have one. So I drove along and the husky ran along side my car while I talked to him. When I got home, I stopped in the driveway and the husky came over to me. He didn't want a French fry, though. I called the number on his rabies ID and found out his name (Koda). I also got his humans' phone numbers and called and left a message. I then took him to his vet's office to hang out till his humans could come and get him.
My Human still thinks it's too cool to put out our pool. It's getting warmer, though. She has a couple days off this week, so she may put it out soon. We love getting in the pool, then digging, then running into the house. Then we'll hop on the bed. My Human likes putting a plain/solid sheet on the bed, but we like adding patterns to it.


This logo is for a software company. Unfortunately, they seem to have not updated their website since 2002. But it says that:The goal of this project is to develop a complete freeware suite of Fidonet applications, running under Linux and other multitasking/multiuser systems. The suite should be comparable to now existing (and partly commercial) OS/2 systems.
Most of the software here is GPLed unless otherwise specified.
To keep the configuration simple and reliable, all applications should use one set of configuration-files.
I found this article online in the Cape Argus:Q: Is there any truth to the old folk wisdom that people and their dogs tend to look alike?
A: Bulldog-faced Winston Churchill is often cited as an example of this but the problem is Churchill did not own a bulldog, says psychologist Stanley Coren in Why We Love the Dogs We Do. His beloved Rufus was a poodle, with narrow pointed muzzle, clear unwrinkled face and close-set eyes - not the image of his master.
But, argues Coren, people come to love their own face generally, so much so that some experts believe that children who look very much like one of their parents tend to be favoured by that parent. And it might suggest that if the general features of a certain breed of dog match our own face, we'll feel a little warmer toward those dogs.
Not a lot of scientific work has been done on this, but Coren himself studied the reactions of 104 university women to slides of four different dog breeds.
In general the women with longer hair that covered their ears and framed their face preferred the English Springer Spaniel and the Beagle with their longer lopped ears. They rated the dogs as more likable, friendly, loyal and intelligent.
Women with shorter hair and visible ears, however, favoured the Siberian Husky and the Basenji with their clearly visible pricked ears.
Fargo has an ear infection. Have you ever noticed that those stupid ear infections come on so quickly that it's a surprise to the humans? If my Human had asked me, I could have told her that it was going to happen. Fargo's ear started having that special yeasty smell.
As I mentioned earlier, I'm studying medicine under Meepie's tutelage. I think that I'm going to specialize in the field of otolaryngology.








Meepie (aka Dr. Misha Meepenstein) is the self-proclaimed boss at our home. He will take someone else's possession just because he can. The picture on the left is Misha with a stuffed squirrel that had once belonged to Lex. Meep will take the item and keep it in his mouth or between his front
paws and glare at the rest of us. Oh, that Meepie is big on glaring!
(Note: this is an old photo. Sadly, there isn't snow at our house.) We have birds in our attic. If you look right below the peak of the house, you can see a circular vent. Some stupid birds got in there and set up a stupid nest. They they laid some stupid eggs and now have stupid babies that peep, peep, peep all day long.
Sometimes we like to play "tug of war." We used to have a rope that we'd use, but Aurora destroyed it. Fargo has taken a hold of the sleeve of my Human's sweatshirt (while she was wearing it) and pulled it around her back. It turned it into a very nice stretch jacket. Fargo and Lex once played "tug of war" with a possum. The possum lost.
A nice person saw our Dogster pages and contacted my Human about making some cross stitch patterns modeled after us. She's completed the first one, and of course it's ME!!!! Now everyone everywhere can stitch up their own Tubey-likeness to display in their home.
One of the areas that we like to run around in has some really tall grass growing in it. It's fun to hang out there and sometimes we can find mice, turtles, and other interesting things. There's also some ticks that live there. I
don't like them at all! There are few things worse than having a tick stuck somewhere that you can't reach. Lex once had a tick stuck on his tongue when he was a puppy. My Human had to take him to the vet 'cause she couldn't figure out how to get it off of him.
My good friend Fargo's fluff is different than mine. He suspects that he is probably at least half Alaskan Malamute. His tail is curlier and he has a deeper voice. He's still a good guy, though.


my Human's favorite messes was one that Meepie created when she was at work. I'll condense it into the one sentence that my Human utters when discussing the situation: She didn't know she had a feather pillow until she came home from work.

I saw a headline on line that said "Huskies have some holes to fill." Of course this sparked my interest. Unfortunately it was one of those websites that humans have where you have to register to read the story. From what I could see of the article, they mentioned a "mating dance." Sounds intriguing!
Niki wanted me to share her latest haiku:Woowooo woo wooo woo
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