Something I Don't Understand

Of course there are many things I don't understand about humans. For example, why don't the appreciate the smell of the dead things we roll around in. And why do they need a tool called a "shovel" to dig holes. But at this time of year I always wonder why so many humans enjoy playing with explosive devices. Fireworks. As my supporters should know, I think fireworks are stupid. I don't like things that startle me. I am a brave dog, of course. But enough is enough! That is why fireworks are on my long list of stupid things that I will ban when I'm elected to Congress. (Also included on the list are lightning & thunder, seizures, vacuum cleaners, etc.)

I want to remind all humans to be careful not to startle their animal friends this (and any) weekend. Your animal friends do not need to accompany you to see the fireworks show. In fact, they aren't even interested to see photographs of it. You should feed your animal friends cheese & bacon instead!

End of June

As all huskies know, hot weather is stupid. I think that the only positive I can woo about the fact that it is the end of June is that that means it is getting closer to Winter with each passing day. I guess I'm an optimist!

I realized that I needed to update my blog about the reporters that can to visit this week. First of all, my Human kept me inside the house while she talked to them! I'm not sure what was up with that. Obviously, that was stupid. I think all dogs, goats, & cats would agree with me that humans are always trying to steal their animal friend's glory.

After the reporters talked to my Human, we Sibes got to come out to meet and greet. Plenty of pictures were taken of us. I'm sure they got my good side. Afterall, I don't have a bad side!

I was told that the article would be out on July 15th. I will post the link when it is available.

Meet The Press

Good news for all appreciators of Dogs With Blogs &, of course, me. This week I will meet with an esteemed journalist (who is not Katie Couric) at my house. Interestingly, she is from the same port city that Cap'n Maverick is based. I'm sure that she will want to know my plans for improving our great nation's economy, the environment, world peace, ecology, and many other topics. (My short answers to these topics involve cheese & bacon, of course.)

My Human is acting as my Press Secretary. She advised the journalist not to wear black, for some reason. (Humans...)

Anywoo, I'll be posting a link to the magazine article when it's available.

Oh yeah, I've learned something that I want to share. I allow Flickr to host my pictures that my Human takes. My Human was stupid and messed around with the "permissions." As a result many of the pix links changed and some of my older blog postings don't show the pictures. I'm forcing my Human to go back through and relink everything. That'll take some time because I am just a few postings shy of 1000 right now.

In Color

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My Human has been playing with black & white settings with the camera. I didn't want you to forget what I look like in color, though. She's been playing with natural light. That is fine by me, because I don't have to deal with the flashy beast that way.


I think I'm looking a lot like my niece, Cornelia Marie, in this picture:


I also wanted to share pictures of our stupid clouds yesterday. I was telling Ammy of the Army of Four that they only storm I want to see at my house is her friend Storm!

The Big Woo Conference

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Apparently, a lot of human, including my Human, are all worked up about the Big XII Conference disintegrating. Or something. My Human spent her late teen and early 20's locked up in an institution of high learning in Missouri called Mizzou. (Please note that the humans pronounce the word XII as 12.)

I don't know what’s going on anymore than any humans do. But from what I understand, some universities got mad at some other universities. They took all their toys home and tried to find new groups of playmates.

Whatever.

Anywoo, my Human's old school doesn't have anyone to play with.

So, I decided to form my own Conference. I'm calling it the Big Woo Conference. I am offering membership only to universities with dogs for mascots. I hope to get the Washington Huskies, Connecticut Huskies, Bloomsburg Turbo-Colored Huskies, Northeastern Huskies, Southern Illinois University Salukis, Georgia Bulldogs, etc.

I will be nice and let the Mizzou Tigers, Kansas Jayhawks, Kansas State Wildcats, Iowa State Cyclones, and any other team from the soon-to-be-former Big XII Conference join the Big Woo Conference. But only if they change their mascots to a dog breed. My new Conference has standards, you know.

Shadowy

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Me.


Roo.


Lex.

Ear

I like to lick Fargo's ear. Sometimes I lick it because he has an ear infection. Sometimes I lick it when I am upset about something. Other times I lick it because I just plain want to.

Fargo doesn't necessarily like me to lick his ear, though. But I don't let that stop me. You might be able to tell by this picture that Fargo is thinking "Stop cleaning my ear!"

My Human doesn't like me to lick Fargo's ear, either. I don't want to let that stop me. But sometimes she forces me to stop.

Humans are stupid.

Sometimes...

...you just have to yell!