More New Stuff

Well, mama's computer died. It was young, only three years old, but it died anyway. Or something like that. Maybe it's that it is about to die. So Dad had to go and buy a new laptop anyway for school, so he's going to give Mama this one. This is the first time I've gotten hold of it, since everyone is busy trying to move all their stuff from one computer to another. Dad has to move all his stuff from this laptop to the new one, and when he's done, Mama has to move all her stuff from the desktop to this one! Dad says the best way to do it would be to have something called an external hard drive, but since the new laptop cost more than he planned on spending, he's panicking now, and Mama won't push him on the hard drive thing. So they have to move everything using a 4 gig flash drive. Something tells me it's going to take them forever!

Mama did manage to set up her store on Etsy.com, though! Because she loves us so much, she named her store Siberian Star Beads, except it's all one word. And she made another Sibe holiday ornament to sell, since the first one went to Indy's mom for a donation. And Mama promised us that if any ornaments sell, she'll donate some of the proceeds to ASHRA: Arizona Siberian Husky Rescue and Adoption. Arooooooooooooooo! I knew we loved her for a reason! ASHRA is in both Phoenix and Tucson, and they get a lot of dogs. Mama would like to foster for them, but Lita still starts fights, and the last visitor we had, well, that didn't go so well with me, either. He was a young Border Collie mix, very nice and well-mannered, but I didn't like him playing with my pawrents! So I tried to eat him. Mama was very happy I was on a leash, and very shocked that I could be aggressive, since I'm usually such an easygoing fellow. I was sad that I made her upset, but I share my pawrents enough!

Anyway, gotta go for now! Until next time!

Woos,
Thor

A New Experience

Thor here. Mama and the little biped went on their own adventure today, and they didn't take us along! But it's okay, because I don't think any of us really wanted to go on this one. They went to a ranch called Cowtown Keeylocko. It's a working cowtown, owned and built by one of the few African-American cowboys in the area. Ed Keeylocko's got chickens and pigs wandering around loose, and horses and cows and bulls. It's a real Old West type of cowtown. It even has a jail, and the rumor mill has it that on occasion, overly rowdy Border Patrol officers have been put in it! We didn't want to go along because we heard that a whole bunch of pigs can be kind of mean. I don't know how true that is, but I can say I didn't want to find out! Individually, though, I think I'd like to make the acquaintance of a pig...bacon and ham and sausage are really tasty! So is cow, but these cows haven't gone to the factory yet, so they're a lot bigger than I am, and Mama says they have REALLY sharp horns!

But the little biped had lots of fun! For awhile today, she was the only child on the ranch, and the cowboys all spoiled her! One of the cowboys, RJ, even let her ride a horse! A BIG horse too, not one of the little ones! I am very proud of her. Mama showed us the video, and the midget wasn't the least bit scared, probably because she's used to big dogs like us, and she feels that horses are just really big dogs! They're not, of course, but she's three, so why argue?

She also made another friend--this is the one we wanted to meet! Doesn't he look tasty? Just think of all the ham, sausage, bacon, spareribs, roast, and pork chops we could get out of him! Yummy! Only two problems with that, though. For one thing, Mama says they smell really bad, which doesn't bother us, but I guess she doesn't like it, and since she's the chief cook in our house, when it comes to food, her word is the law. The other problem is that Dad is Jewish as well as Italian, and isn't supposed to eat pork. Hmmm. Dad does eat sausage and bacon when Mama cooks the big breakfast on Sunday mornings, so I think he plays that card when it's something he doesn't like. I'm just sayin'.

Mama was kind enough, though, to bring us back treats from Keeylocko! They had cooked a brisket, and Mama brought it back for us! Mmmmm, so tender and juicy and delicious! Mama didn't like it much and said it was a heart attack waiting to happen, and she also said not to expect such treats all the time because she loves us and wants us to live a long time. Huh. If she loves us so much, we should be getting treats like this all the time, don't you think? I think so, and I'm pretty sure my sisters would agree! I think if LeeLee becomes the Queen of the West, the first law she should pass is one making brisket a required treat! Ha roo!!!

Here's the video Mama made of the little biped on her first ride! Have I mentioned that I'm proud of her being so fearless? Her bravery is entirely due to us dogs!

Enjoy!

Woos,

Thor

My Dorky Family, and My Fantastic Idea

Hello, all. This is LeeLee, taking over the blog for today. I wanted to be certain that everyone knows exactly how dorky my family is. To that end, I clawed Mama into taking the pictures in this entry. I wanted video, but there isn't enough light in the living room, so I'm stuck with just still pictures to illustrate how far below me the rest of the family is, at least of the canine set.

As I'm sure you all know, I'm not very fond of Smoky and Bandit to begin with. Labs are just too sappy and want to please everyone. But Thor is supposed to be a Sibe, and I am very disappointed in him. He doesn't woo, and he hardly ever does anything Mama and Dad don't like, except countersurfing. He's even--dare I say it--obedient!!! One begins to wonder if he isn't another Lab in a Sibe suit, like the Ao4's Dave. And no, I don't countersurf, only because I'm not tall enough, and I'm too fluffy yet to easily get up on the counter.

Well, anyway, he decided to have a huge wrestling match with Dad last night, along with Smoky and Bandit. Dad's a dork too. Look at him pretending to be scared of Thor. How sad is this? At least Mama is smart enough to stay out of this. Of course, that could be because I was making her take all the photographic evidence.

Oh, yes, my fantastic idea! I almost forgot! Mama always refers to me as the more obnoxious Meeshka of the West, which is a horrible thing to say, as I have seen no evidence to date that would support the claim that Meeshka is obnoxious in any way. But, as she seems to think we are so alike, it occurs to me that the position of Queen of the West stands vacant, and I thought I would volunteer to take over that position, if the great Meeshka has no objection. Isn't that a wonderful idea? After all, there is a LOT of land to administer, and the West is still pretty wild sometimes. So, I'm nominating my fluffy self to be the Queen of the West and keep all the pups on this side of the country in line! Of course, I need a second in command to help me, and I think Thunder of Colorado would be a perfect assistant, if he would be willing. Or maybe even Tucker, since he certainly seems to do a good job of keeping Sinjin in his place!

Of course, I would still ultimately defer to our great Queen in the East who does, after all, have so much more experience at being royalty than I do. When we dogs manage to get near the computer, I read Meeshka's memoirs faithfully, and memorize her lessons for use in my own house! Ha roo!!

Off to eat now,

Lita

Bowling for kitties

Echo's mom gave all the SMS ladies a new gadget to play with, and Mama is addicted now. It's called Cat Bowling. Can you imagine? I had to see this! Well, pups, I don't see the attraction. The cats aren't even real! They're just drawings. And there are no dogs at all, just aiming a pumpkin and hitting the kitties with it. Humans are entranced with the weirdest things sometimes. I wonder what my friend Huffle will say when she finds out about this site. I bet kitty-claws will be liberally applied, ha roo! I hear Huffle's claws are worthy of Her Majesty, Queen Meeshka, herself! I think she's on tour right now, although her mom doesn't know it, and she's visiting a few SMS pups on her tour. Those moms better watch out! I don't think Huffle will like a bowling for kitties game!