Yukon Yahoos

Got milk!??

2012-05-26T13:35:00.000-07:00

Pooh Bear does! I spent my Friday night squeezing nipples (hers) to see if the milk was in and it is! I was squealing with excitement, not sure why that is so exciting to me. Probably one more indication that I need to get out more.

But nevertheless, we are TWO FREAKIN' WEEKS away till D-Day. Delivery Day that is.

Ain't that always the way it happens...

Here she is giving me the stink eye. She is not happy about her lack of SPEEEEED when ball chasing now. She also almost tripped once while jumping out of the pen, she isn't quite aware of her "heftiness" right now.

Grrrr... now that idiot, Woody can run faster than me to the ball! Thanks for knocking me up, jerkface.

Here she is, looking happier and less annoyed with Woody and he even stole her ball! He's been doing that lately... I'm surprised she hasn't ripped his head off yet, but then again, she wouldn't be able to catch him anyways.

Stay tuned!!!!!

Daily commute

2012-05-16T20:19:00.002-07:00

I love my commute!

Close up of the "little" dude

Happy Mother's Day to G-ma Marilynn and to PB!

2012-05-13T17:22:00.001-07:00

PB says:

Happy Mother's Day Grandma Marilynn! I will soon know what it's like to have little annoying, snotty, poopy things climbing around and hopefully I'll be a good mom and lick them clean like I'm sure you did! :)

This is what Stacie hopes doesn't happen with my litter - not the kind of dog but the NUMBER of puppies!!! Ooh, more little buddies to play with though right?? They look soooo soft and rolly polly. I can't wait to roll my puppies down a hill. Heehee.

I will have to teach them things though, like how to run with ball-in-mouth without your tongue getting in the way. I'm sure they'll appreciate that later when they become ball maniacs. It's inevitable. Woody has also become one so it's in their genes!!!!!

I will also have to teach them patiennnnce, like when you rreeeeealllly want a pet and you are not getting your way, you just have to sit. And STARE. For hours if necessary. And eventually, you will make the human laugh and get a pet! Yay!

So, yah, Happy Mother's Day to all you other mothers too! May you lick your puppies clean and carry them around in your mouth when necessary!

Ivy - Super Water Dog!

2012-05-11T23:57:00.000-07:00

Ivy has become the dog that FREAKIN' LOVES WATER this year. It kinda just came out of the blue, but it is hilarious to watch. She will literally run in circles in the ponds and practically pees herself with excitement when I throw the ball in the water. The other dogs just get the hell out of her way!

WATTERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shake it!

She can leap over blades of grass in scungy ponds...

And drink water from said scungy ponds...

SLURPPPP!!!!

She keeps going! Look at Jack and Harris (and Harris' tongue!) - they totally ignore her

ZZZOOOOOMMMMMMMM (and that tongue again)

Here she tries to play with Jack but he is a bit taken aback by her crazy hyperness. He's the mellow stoner in the yard... don't move too fast and don't get in his bubble and things will be fine.

Alrighty! One more round??

PB-Woody love-fest?

2012-05-07T13:17:00.000-07:00

The dogs are super happy spring is here and the scungy ponds are here for them to frolic and beat the crap out of each other in. An interesting dynamic this year is the PB-Woody relationship. Maybe their intense 3-day love-fest has changed their relationship, but they are loving each other lately.

Here is what they were up to the other day on a walk/run:

Ok, so PB seems a little, ah... "testy" these days. Is it pregnancy hormones? Or just a bad day? OR is it the always-annoying Woody who drives her to anger/frustration?

Woody has no sense of what "personal bubbles" are as he's CONSTANTLY running into mine, and the other dogs.

He trips over his own feet too, so that doesn't help.

He has NO clue he is annoying PB, and I'm sure he thought the bite on the head was perfectly normal! Maybe just an "I love you" nibble?

Here's a close-up of that CHOMP on Woody's head:

But don't fear, dear reader. Woody later got revenge!

Horse Conversations

2012-05-05T12:31:00.000-07:00

Hanging out on the highway, this is my spring commute!

Don't you always wonder what animals are thinking and what they are communicating to each other? I do. Maybe I have too much time on my hands, but it's something I am totally curious about!

Maybe because my imagination runs wild and makes it out to be wayyyy more interesting/exciting than it is.

So backstory: the two horses on the right had a little altercation and were bascially attacking each other before I got this photo. Ok, so there is FOUR of you in this huge vast area, what have they got to complain about? I mean, other than the fact that they might be hungry because they are homeless.

Here is what I imagine them to be saying to each other:

Horse on the left really seemed utterly confused...

Leave it up to the leader of the pack to be causing the trouble:

Horses are weird.

2012-05-03T00:05:00.002-07:00

The other dudes are feeling a little left out and told me they felt PB was taking over the blog. So here is the rest of the crew!

A little ball/meadow time and Jack is happy! As always. He also knows I have the ball.

George closes in on me. Her favourite game during fetch is to chase the group chasing the ball, not go anywhere near it and jump on Harris' head on the way back.

Harris is squinty-eyed cause he's laughing at how he totally kicked ass and made it to the ball first.

The happy dudes! Waiting somewhat patiently. Unlike PB who is ALWAYS in my face during ball time.

Kuna's nose photo-bomb!

Princess Gracie, she'll chase the ball too. But only to steal it and bury it so no one else has any fun. She takes her role as the Fun Police very seriously!

Harris scores again! And Kuna is closing in behind, he WANTS that ball dammit...

Still wants it....

Yah, he stole my ball, but it's ok!

Ivy chills inside with me

And that's the rest of the crew!

What a fun day we had, the weather has been pretty nice, snow is almost melted and... wait a minute...

Sigh...I give up.

Questions Part 3!

2012-04-29T12:56:00.000-07:00

Ok, here we go, the last round of questions!

From 365daysofyoga:

Why do you eat poop? Our pup likes to do the same thing. I refer to the cats litter box as his 'snack box'. Mind you he hasn't had a snack in a while...

Hmmm, Stacie asks me that A LOT. And my usual response... is that it's tasty! And fun to play with!

And it's like another toy, you can throw it up in the air and catch it. Woody just eats it though. I like to have fun with my food before I eat it.

But the REAL reason is that it drives Stacie batty and that is part of my job around here - keeping her on her toes!

We can't let her get too comfortable, so I like to mix it up. Whether it's jumping on her constantly for the ball (even when she doesn't have it, heehee!), or tripping her or pretending to have a death wish by running in front of the skidoo or 4-wheeler, it's all about keeping things exciting around here!!!

One thing that does concern me is that your dog hasn't had a "snack" in awhile - you should look into that! Maybe he is being deprived of those tasty cat snacks. Maybe make sure the cat is pooping ok, if not, get another cat.

From LauraK:

PB, will you come to Ontario to play with us??!!

I don't know what an "Ontario" is, but I heard "play with us"!!!! So hell yeah! But the important thing is, is that you MUST have balls and you must be able to throw them for me a minimum of ~~three~~, no, seventy hours/day!

And, your dogs must not get in the way of me when I run for the ball. It throws me off my game and makes me cranky.

Woody did that when he first got here and I HATE THAT!!!! I would start off my usual 100 miles/hr run to the ball and that idiot would run right in my path or jump me. OH man! There's nothing more I hate than getting in my way of fetch-time. Now I just ignore him or deke him out (it's easy, he's a little slow in the head...).

So yah! I would love to come and play fetch with you. I hope your yard is big though. I am not used to fences either when running so that might be a problem. Hm, tell you what, I'll send you a list of needs of mine, then we can talk!

Wow, I never realized PB was such a little demanding diva! You might want to reconsider your offer Laura... :)

Thanks for participating everyone, PB LOVED the attention!!

Questions Part 2!

2012-04-27T11:09:00.001-07:00

Ok, so Marg was getting a wee bit impatient about her questions, so I've duct-taped PB to the floor to get her to answer them.

I hope you're happy Marg! Containing an always-excited PB is not easy!

1) PB, have you ever tripped over your tongue?

Nooo!!!! Although it's been close. I *almost* did a few times so I have figured out a way to deal with it.

Because my tongue seems to grow when I run and get tired, I've found that RUNNING REALLY FAST keeps my tongue flying out the side of my head so I don't trip on it.

That is why, as Stacie says - PB always goes 100 miles/hr!!!!

She doesn't understand WHY I do that. Geez, there's a purpose to things I do people!!

But long tongues can be very useful and handy when you're not tripping over them. Now if I can only FIND where Stacie keeps the peanut butter!!

2) Do you have morning sickness?

I feel pretty good! Only once in a while do I puke, but that is nothing new.

And I just end up eating it anyways.

MMMMmmmm!!!!! Regurgitating! Just like birds!

I like birds. And chasing them. Speaking of chasing... where is my baaaallll!?!?!?!

Ok, PB is struggling to get loose, duct tape is not holding her... we'll be baaaaack!!!!

Your questions - ANSWERED! Kinda...

2012-04-23T23:10:00.000-07:00

Ok, here we go! Because PB is such a spazz, I can only contain her for few questions at a time...bear with us....

SO! Your questions, answered by Pooh Bear! the Great! (ed. note: in case you couldn't tell, PB has already taken over the keyboard)

Fawn asks:
1) What was your childhood like?

My childhood was AWESOME!!!!! That probably doesn't answer your question though because I think everything is awesome and I don't even really remember the days pre-Yahoos. However, I DO remember a lot more fetching after I came to live here with the Yahoos!!!

The first time Stacie threw me the ball, I knew I was in love. With the ball.

In fact, I think I should go harass her now about playing fetch. We haven't played for a whole 14 minutes.

2) What are your thoughts on Motherhoood?

I had no idea about this "motherhood" thing until Stacie yelled: WOODY!!! GET OFF HER!!!!! So she sat me down, she explained to me what might be happening in a couple of months and I do remember when we were talking, I could see the ball out of the corner of my eye under the table...eeeeee!!! Stacie knew I was distracted and said "PB! Pay attention, this is important!"

Sooo... I had to ignore the ball even though I wanted to GET IT SOOOO BAD, argh! Life is frustrating sometimes.

She then said something about these little "furballs" that might be in my belly and how I was supposed to take care of them when they magically pop out (not sure how that works yet...).

Y'know, now that we talk about it Fawn, I remember seeing puppies before and I remember how little and ROUND they were HAHAHAHA. And I bet they roll like balls, like you could probably push them down a hill and they would roll and then I could chase them and bring them back!! OMG! I didn't even think of that until now!!!!


Be careful when you Google "dogs balls!"

And I sure hope they bounce like **balls, 'cause when Stacie throws them into the meadow for me to fetch, then I can JUMP up and catch them in the air after a bounce or two. I LOVE that game. I'm really trying to work on my agility this year. Plus I will have to lose that puppy weight.

ALSO! I've heard *babies are pretty needy, so... I dunno, I'm hoping Woody takes care of them mostly, 'cause I'm a pretty busy dog.

3) Why is the sky blue?

As you can see, us canine-types can't quite see the rich colours of the rainbow like you humans can. We can however see some shades of blue and I am kinda jealous that we don't get to see the variety of colours you do. Sigh... just think of all the lovely ball colours that are out there. I bet the sky is blue because my FAVOURITE ORBEE BALL is blue and it brings me joy and happiness ALLTHETIME!!!!

So, Dr. Pooh Bear concludes that the sky must be blue to make everybody HAPPY ALL OF THE TIME!!!!

However, my sense of smell is 1000x more sensitive than yours! That means I can smell poop WAY before you do. So there.

*Yes I read Psychology Today, doesn't every dog??
**Caution: Googling "dogs balls" is something I wish I never did... ooh, my eyes!!!!

Pooh Bear! is taking your questions!

2012-04-20T19:37:00.004-07:00

Have you had a burning desire to ask PB what her favourite snack is? Maybe what her favourite tv show is? Why she is a complete freakshow when it comes to fetching a ball?

Maybe you're just curious as to what concerns she has on a global scale - disease, political strife, environmental pressures due to oil and gas development, etc.

Or maybe you just want to know why she eats poop. Either way...

Ask away! She is vibrating with excitement, awaiting your questions!

Ok, she is only excited because I told her I bought her a new pack of balls and the anticipation of getting an intact ball has her bouncing off the walls today.

Oops, now I have to break it to her that I TOTALLY LIED!!! Good thing she's so forgiving and ~~brain-dead~~, er.... busy thinking about how to achieve world peace most of the time!

Spring skijor and pup training

2012-04-20T00:32:00.000-07:00

Jack and Harris were teaching Herschel the joys of pulling!

First I try out the twins to warm 'em up...

Steph takes out Herschel for his first-ever skijor!

Jack offers to help out the youngster (guess which one is just learning, look at that slack tugline Herschel! haha)

A little nose-to-nose lovin. Harris is in behind with me and a bit jealous someone is giving his brother attention.

But he's ALWAYS happy!!!!!

Time for some fun and face-washing! Herchel's puppy-playfullness kind of threw these guys off, but they put up with the constant harassment from the exuberant youngster.

And back we go! A successful first skijor! What a blast.

Here's a quick video:

3 reasons I like my dogs better than people (this week)

2012-04-15T16:40:00.003-07:00

1. My dogs don't save seats "for friends who are arriving any minute..." at prime time after work at the local pub on a Friday night.

3. My dogs don't have commitment problems

AND! A BONUS Reason I like my dogs better than people:

My dogs don't have sex in public. Oh, wait. Yes, they do. Nevermind.

Whew! I feel better, thanks!

The Dog Song

2012-04-14T12:10:00.002-07:00

Check out this catchy little tune by Nelly McKay called "The Dog Song" - I can't get it outta my head!

"Just go right to the pound/ And find yourself a hound/ And make that doggie proud/ 'cause that's what it's all about."

Ahhhh dogs. They're the best. And I will be illustrating a few of the reasons WHY in my next post. Stay tuned!

Easter Love!!!

2012-04-09T15:18:00.000-07:00

Wow, time has flown around here. Spring is approaching and the snow is melting and there is so much to do around the homestead in spring, it leaves little time for blogging. Love is also in the air! This might be another reason why I haven't posted much lately. What can I say, when love blooms, it really just takes over your life!

Oh, I can't keep the excitement to myself. Let me share!

Woody put the moves on Pooh Bear this past weekend. I wondered where the extra table and dishes and empty wine bottles came from, but he had a plan. Yes, and the plan was to wine and dine her, and play some ball with her to win her over.

The dead fish and wine weren't what sealed the deal, it was totally the tennis balls. Pooh Bear will give up ANYTHING for a game of fetch. Apparently even her lady bits.

Woody's devious plan totally worked. That dog has it down. We will see in about 63 days if his little plan to populate the world with little Woody's worked. God help us all!!!

How to have fun with the human - by Woody

2012-03-25T15:57:00.002-07:00

*This is the first installment of How to have fun with the human, by Woody

I like to call this - Keep 'em down! This can be quite a challenging task actually, don't let the easy sounding name fool you.

1. First of all, plan and plot the game with perfect precision. This is what I do all day when human is away. I make meticulous notes, then pass them onto the others I implicate in my schemes. They can't read and Pooh Bear just eats the notes, but I like to think that *some* of it sinks in...

First of all - the most important thing, there has to be LOTS of snow!

2. Getting the human a bit tired to begin with will help you win this game. Here's what I do: get the human to take you out on a loooong walk on a Friday night right after work. Y'know, so they're kinda tired to begin with. Let them take the other yahoos out for a walk first, and make sure it's in a foot of fresh snows so they come back kind of tired.

3. When it's your turn for a walk, get the human more tired by running at them, jumping on them - oh! And eat some poo too! They hate it when you do that, and they will come running for BLOCKS to stop you, haha. They're soooo slow though. I could eat a bucket full o' poo before the human actually caught up with me.

3. Then, when they try and do that stupid "I'm-gonna-hide-on-the-dogs-who-just-took-off-down-the-trail-hee-hee" nonsense when you are not looking, turn around and RUNBACKFAST!!! You have to pay close attention because if your human is anything like mine, they do this A LOT!!! And think it will work every time. It doesn't. Well, it does sometimes. Either way, they think it's hilarious. It's not.

Running back fast will throw them off and before they have found their magical hiding spot, they'll have to admit defeat.

3. This is where the real fun begins. They will probably try to sink down in the snow to hide, hoping we might run by, but we are smarter than that! YOU MUST FIND THEM. And then when you do - run at them FULL SPEED. When they try to stand up, do everything in your power to thwart that effort. It is HILARIOUS!!! And soooo fun to do in deep snow!!! Like so:

Jump on their head when they try to get up!

if you constantly jump at them, they will NOT be able to get up!! The more you do this, the more they screech and yell, that means they are having FUN!

You can buck like a bronco (to confuse them and momentarily stun them), jump on them, get the others to help KEEP 'EM DOWN, really your only limit is your imagination.

And when they are unable to move and laying on the ground motionless for a few minutes, that means you WIN!!!!!

Now I hope you will go out and do the same thing with your humans. It really makes them appreciate you. In fact, I heard my human say something about taking me somewhere on a fun trip after we played this game! I can't wait to go to this "animal shelter" place she talked about!!! Wheeeee!!!!!

*(this is an actual event that happened a few weeks ago, as told from Woody's perspective)

Lucy channels her inner cat

2012-03-18T17:31:00.001-07:00

Lucy was acting very cat-like during her last couple of weeks. It was kind of funny, every time I put down the workout mat, she wandered over from her MATTRESS (yes, a kiddie mattress) and plopped down like this. Much like a cat lying on your laptop or favourite book, there is no way this thing was more comfortable than that kick-ass mattress.

But she was always... well, different! :)

What a little turd, right up until the end. But who could resist that face, it's like she's saying "What? You got a problem?" Ahhhh, I miss that attitude and personality!!!

Screw you Zazzle!

2012-03-15T18:06:00.000-07:00

So apparently, my favourite birthday card that I made especially for my MOTHER, was deemed to have "inappropriate content" on Zazzle! What the crap, Zazzle!?!

They have different content ratings, so why they wouldn't just bump it up to "R" if it was unsuitable for whatever category I picked?

I mean, really. Is my decapitated head offensive? For the love of god, he's SMILING!!!!!

Anyways, this reminds me of the time I used the word "poop" on a dating site profile and got banned. The world has officially gone mad.

Skyping with my parents

2012-03-12T11:52:00.003-07:00

...is more entertaining than a bad tv reality show. This was an actual conversation we had last night:

beeboobeebooo.... connected!

Usually, somehow the camera on their computer gets moved around and usually ends up facing anywhere but directly at the person on the computer.

So I try to explain how she can see herself in the little box...

But the damned Skype delay confuses the issue as my mom and I talk over each other for 5 more minutes until we get into the rhythm of talking with the delay.

Then we make headway!

She moves the camera:

And then dad comes in and the show continues. I'm just happy he was wearing pants!

Half of mom's head and dad's crotch = a semi-successful Skype talk!

I'm pretty sure zombies ate my dogs brains

2012-03-10T18:27:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I wonder if the zombies have gotten into the dogyard when I wasn't home and stolen(eaten) a couple of BRAINZZZZZ...

Because two of my dogs are definitely missing theirs. Any ideas as to who?

And oh yes! There is yet another story that accompanies this recent post... if only we had video cameras on us 24hrs/day, it would be easy to share! But alas, we have to rely on my not-so-photographic memory and crappy drawings. Stay tuned!

Yukon Yahoos Stuff!

2012-03-04T00:53:00.003-08:00

We've got some merchandise! You may have noticed the new sidebar item, over there on the right which links to my "store" at Zazzle. I create the magnificent items and you and bajillions of other people can buy them and enjoy them and share them and then hang them on your mantle forever. If you don't have a mantle, you can put it on your bedside table. Tell me you don't want to look at Pooh Bear's butthole first thing in the morning!? (yes, there is a card with THAT on it)

I started out with mugs, then got into the greeting card business 10 minutes later. And I must say, oh my goodness, I LOVE the greeting cards. I've always thought that 99.9% of the greeting cards out there are terrible. I would stand forever at the rack of cards, looking for the least lame one. And still leave disappointed. All I knew was that the more flowers and mushy talk on it, the more my mom was gonna love it (kidding mom!). (no, I am not)

But now. Oh, I will never give a cheapo card again. I have semi-inappropriate cards of my own for every occasion!

I will be adding items as I create my new masterpieces but in the meantime you can at least head over there for a good laugh. Here is my favourite - thanks to a suggestion from my mom to have cards for those ah, "senior" members of the population.

Here is each page of the card and NONE is blank (another pet peeve of current stupid greeting cards):

Any birthday card that includes a decapitated, smiling head who's headless body is giving a "thumb's up" is tops in my book!

How my dogs can be complete douchebags sometimes

2012-02-27T17:09:00.003-08:00

It was a lovely relaxing day until I decided to go skijoring with Woody and Pooh Bear. Esther was coming along for the ride, but since she becomes a complete spaz of a freakshow when hooked up these days, I just let her run loose. This was not the wisest decision of the day.

It started like this - trying to call the dogs over to harness them up. I tried with PB first but getting her attention when she is first out of the pen is like trying to herd two dozen cats with ADD. It ain't easy. She found a MILLION other, wayyyyy more important things to do:

Finally, after 4 hours of her deking me out, taunting and zooming by me, there was a brief pause in her (limited) mental capacities where she slowed down near me and I got a hold of her. Woody came over soon after because if PB is getting attention, Woody feels entitled to it too. So I was able to harness him up too.

Hurray for small victories!

You'd think it would be smooth sailing then right? Yeah, not so much.

Too bad this drawing doesn't come with audio, because the screeching that was coming out of PB's face was deafening. Woody was excited and trying to get to Esther, who was down the trail barking (BARK! BARK!) at us to go. ANNNND the rest of the dogs in the yard joined in on the barking too. This made for some super hyped up dogs who were about to pull me down the trail.

Getting them hooked to me is one thing, getting going is another. PB's brain and body don't effectively communicate with each other, so she simply wrapped herself around me a few times and then decided to jump on me.

By some miracle, I was able to get them untangled and point them in the same direction down the trail. Their little pea brains told them to just... RUN! And so they did. Really freakin' fast. And I have a lovely corner right off the start which winds around the fence (and fence posts!). Sometimes I make it, sometimes I don't...

BUT! I made it. My snowplowing skills come in handy at times like this.

All I had to do was hang on because they were on a mission - to RUN, RUN and well, RUN. The faster they go (according to them), the better. With Esther in front, that increased our speed 10-fold because chasing is WAYYYY more fun than not chasing something.

At almost 1km into it, we came to a fork in the trail. One fork went down to "The Gorge" and the other went to a much nicer, flatter trail. The Gorge is a special hill that goes down to the river. I call it "special" because it can maim me. It HAS maimed me in many ways. For example: previous skijoring wipeouts; dogs stopping on me and me catapulting over them down the gorge; it's even where I burned the crap out of my ankle on the 4-wheeler one summer.

The Gorge and I have a history and it isn't pretty.

Let's just say I now head down The Gorge cautiously...

With Esther in "lead" - she was full-on determined to head down The Gorge. Naturally, where she goes, we were gonna follow. The Woody-PB dynamic does not know how to think on it's own. It did not matter that I was yelling and screaming NOT to go down there. They usually run down The Gorge on their own to the river, so it was no big deal!

They kept pulling and trying to get to Esther as I tried to hold on and stay put in the snow. Esther was barking and barking, encouraging them to follow and they really really wanted to! I had to hang on to my spot, because if they got any closer to The Gorge, it was all downhill and I'd be screwed. I'd be dragged down there cartwheeling the whole way. I wasn't going down that way. Not today dammit.

They pulled, I tried to stick my snowplow deeper and deeper into the snow. Esther barked, they tried to pull harder. Esther was starting to get annoyed as if to say "c'mon already you idiots!!!"

It became a battle of the wills. It went back and forth and back and forth and they were wearing me down. I almost gave in and said "screw it, drag my sorry ass down The Gorge..." when...

Esther clued in! She figured something was up (her brain works fine) and came back towards me. She finally figured out where I wanted to go, hallelujah!

Whew! I was in the clear!

In the ensuing confusion, lines tangled, dogs got confused, I begged and pleaded and made promises I knew I could never keep (I'll let you eat ALLLL the butter in the house if I make it back in one piece!), and somehow, some way... it all worked out. Mostly.

Except for the part where Woody and PB managed to go on either side of me and clothesline me at the knees. Thanks guys!!

They dragged me back to the cabin and I collapsed partly from exhaustion and partly from being happy to be un-maimed! They were looking for the normal "yay, guys, good job" they often get after a run (when I don't see my life flash before my eyes). They didn't get it.

But that didn't matter to Pooh Bear! She danced and bounced around my battered, exhausted body, screeching and barking at me to entertain her.

And that's how my dogs can be complete douchebags sometimes.

Screw you Tim Hortons

2012-02-22T14:09:00.000-08:00

Not sure this needs any explanation. This is what a few days off of work does to me. Time to get out of the boonies perhaps?

Sad Day here

2012-02-17T18:53:00.002-08:00

Had to say goodbye to Lucy today. She was diagnosed with a tumour on her spleen and there was nothing that could be done. She started going downhill only a few weeks ago. It came on fast and ended fast for her.

I am thinking back to when she arrived in this world. I had barely been in the Yukon a month - back in 2000 when they were born! Wow. She was one of 7 or so that I watched obsessively for DAYS as they were born and then nutured by their mother. It was a cold day in January, and I friggin' sat in that doghouse (was a big doghouse) with them 24hrs a day practically. It was fascinating to see, and the first litter I'd really seen being born. I couldn't tear myself away!!

snow face Lucy

As they grew, the litter became complete and utter terrors! Their mother couldn't wait to get the hell away from them, and I distinctly remember CRYING one time as I exited out of the pen after feeding them! I was freakin' CRYING!!! I am not kidding and almost embarassed to admit it, but it is kinda funny now 12yrs later. It was absolute craziness. They were jumping up and biting and grabbed my hair at one point, it was total mayhem.

skijor wipeout - look how concerned they are as Lucy gazes off into the trees..

And even though the three sisters certainly caused me to grow some grey hairs over the last 12 years, they have been more fun and entertaining than anything. I think Lucy was going for a record on how many porcupine kills she would have in her life, or possibly for a record on how many quills she could have embedded in her face in a lifetime. She had her own personality, was the most mellow of the three and also the most independent.

Here is a video that always makes me laugh - it was when I booted a pop bottle one day and caught Lucy straight in the head with it. She was not fazed at all, as she paused briefly, then went after the bottle! And please excuse my cackling, it was freakin' hilarious!!!

Quills? What porcupine quills?? In MY face you say??

RIP my little Lucifer, Lucy, Luce-ster, etc.

Slaving away... for you!

2012-02-14T22:56:00.000-08:00

So here I am, feverishly working on my next cartoon blog post. I have to say, my "artistic" sense has really come along since the first muskrat drawing! My dogs are now looking like... dogs! Ok, kind of like dogs. I still need to think REEEEALLY hard and not forget important things like ears, or noses and crooked hind legs. And 9 times out of 10 they come out looking like pigs, but hey! What else have I got to do with my time??

Heck, I even found myself asking PB the other day to model for me. It went something like this: "ok PB, just turn sideways... ok, now pant a bit so your tongue hangs out..." and she was all like "what? You want me to stand TWOINCHES away from your face so you can pet me all day and night??" She is useless.

But it is also taking FOREVAH!!!! So be patient, it is a hilarious story if I do say so myself. It would have been classic if I had a helmet cam for the whole ordeal, but this is the next best thing I suppose.

In the meantime! Here is the maniac, who knows I have a ball hidden in my pocket. She is so optimistic that I'm going to keep throwing it a million times in a row, just for HER! Though I never do, she keeps hoping...

This is the lazy way of walking the dogs after work - I take 'em into the deep snow and make them flail around. They love it!

Run you little buggers, RUNNNNN!!!!!! Come back nice 'n tired, mkay?

Woody acts like a little puppy in this stuff, he kills me. He bounces around looking like he's lost voluntary control of his body, but he's really just excited. Then he bodychecks his scrawny body into me, but he ends up falling on his head usually. Don't worry, this usually has no effect on his future cognitive abilities.

You talkin' about me????