Friday, February 29, 2008

Back to the vet

The humans were worried that I was still limping after a week or two. Um, duh? I hurt my leg, it doesn't get better in an hour. Geez.
So they made an appointment for Wednesday, and if I stopped limping, they would cancel it. Tuesday I limped extra hard, just for good measure. They haven't taken me ANYWHERE since I hurt my leg, and I'm bored, so I figured a vet trip would at least get me out of the house.
When we got to the vet, I wanted to play with all the dogs. Noone wanted to play though. Some of the humans asked why I was there, since I wasn't limping any more. I saw the vet for maybe 30 seconds, she watched me walk, and said I was fine. I don't have to be carried up and down the stairs anymore (that was humiliating) but no dog park for a month (booo)
So my shoulder is healing nicely. Thanks to everyone for your concern.
And to get them back, besides dragging them to the vet for nothing, I've been waking them up at odd times to let me out. Sometimes 2 am, sometimes 5...whenever I wake up and think of it.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

OK, this isn't fun any more

So for a while the limping was fun. I didn't hurt too badly, and I got liverwurst all the time. But things are really starting to get on my nerves now.
They have the stairs blocked, so I can't go up or down. My human dad has to carry me, which is humiliating.
But NOW, since I'm still limping, they've blocked me from getting on the sofa OR in the window. My favorite thing to do is sit in the window and howl at everyone. What am I supposed to do? I'm stuck here on the floor with the blind dog.
Look, that's me glaring from behind the gate.

Apparently they don't appreciate the full vehemence of my wrath, because look at what they're allowing.

Yep, that's that big suckup load, Isis, sprawled in MY WINDOW.
Clearly this must be punished, and severely.
Any suggestions about how I should seek vengeance against the humans?

Monday, February 18, 2008


I highly recommend limping. Just pick a paw, and favor it a little.
It will probably mean a vet visit, and I know that's not fun. But get past that, and things get better.
I've been getting extra cheese and livergreat since I started limping. They try to give me pills, and I keep spitting them out. So more cheese or livergreat to try to hide the pill better. Then I lay around and look sad, and everyone feels bad and pets me and gives me treats. The humans have been all worried about me, so they're extra nice.
I'll probably stop in a few days, but it's really great fun. Give it a try. Remember, pills are hidden in the treats, so be sure to spit it out the first few times. But then you have to take it. If you don't, they'll just shove the pill down your throat, defeating the purpose of limping for livergreat.
Have fun!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Dog park

So, yes, those traitors took Isis to the dog park without me. I live with rotten people. My leg doesn't hurt that much.
They said they didn't have any fun, but then I heard them saying that Tashi (Meeshka's half sister) Polar AND Tristin (DWB) were there. So how could they not have fun?
To add insult to injury I found these pictures on the camera. Maybe it's me, but it sure looks like they're having a pretty good time.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

My rotten night

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Originally uploaded by karenbelfi
My shoulder's been hurting me on and off for a while. Last night it was really sore, and I could barely walk on it. I tried to hide it from the humans, but they caught me.
So they dragged me to the ER vet, who played with my leg and made it hurt more. Does that make sense?
Then they took xrays, and showed there's nothing wrong with it. Um, so why does it hurt?
They sent me home with some drugs and I have to rest for a week. Now, for the worst part. The humans have been talking about going to the dog park Sunday with other huskies (including, I heard, Meeshka's half sister) and now I CAN'T GO!!! Isis will get to go and have all the fun, and I'll get stuck at home.
Ooh, I'm not happy about that. Something's gonna get shredded for sure.
They better not have any fun at the dog park.
OK, back to resting. I'm still pretty sore.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

I've been tagged.

Holly tagged me to share 7 weird facts about myself.
Here goes:
1) I will not catch food if tossed at me. I'll let it bounce off my face, then eat it off the floor. No matter what kind of food.
2) I will catch snowballs if you toss them at me.
3) I like to bury my biscuits all over the house.
4) I love to eat hardback books.
5) I don't like when Ray steps on me, and I'll growl at him if he does (so what if he's blind?)
6) I have eaten: a pound of fudge, chocolate covered espresso beans, candles, books, phone books, the human mom's wedding shoe 2 weeks before her wedding, cantaloupe, a pack of strawberry gum, a roll of Rolaids, an Elmo costume (the eyes), a computer cord, and a container of fingerpaints.
7) I have a super black stripe down my back, like a skunk stripe. No undercoat grows there ever. It's jet black, and about 6 inches wide, all the way down my back.
Here are the rules:
Now, the rules to the tag:
1. Once you are tagged, link back to the blogger who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Post 7 random or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
4. Tag 7 bloggers and link to them.
5. Comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged.
I tag Girl Girl, Quincy, Magic and Georgie, , Bama, and Guinness and Shiloh.