My Boyfriend

Dakota here. In some of our previous posts, we introduced you to our "bad cousins" Storm and Wolf. I don't know if I mentioned it before, but Wolf is my boyfriend. When I visit, he follows me everywhere and shows me far too much affection. We're very different--he's a fancy Belgian Shepherd showdog who likes to prance, and I'm a crossbreed sleddog who likes to pull. So he's an uptown boy and I'm a downtown girl, but I guess opposites attract. Here I am dreaming about him.

He had a show on the weekend and did really well. Look at all the ribbons he won!

He even won some other stuff. Will he share one of his cups with me? Maybe the one with flowers?

Good Day, Bad Day

Hi everyone, the girls here. Yesterday was one of those days--a good day for Dakota and a bad day for Georgia. First the good day.

It was Dakota's last race of the season, a just-for-fun club race called the Merino. Dakota was so excited she wouldn't hold still for a photo. We were looking forward to meeting up with some of our friends from down south, but they were snowed in. We had a very cold day, but no snow on the ground.

Unfortunately, Dakota was the first one to start, so she didn't have any other dogs to chase and motivate her. Here's the big finish. Dakota was fifth--not bad for a dog that is half  "Slowberian"!

She was very pleased with herself at the end. What a goofball. She had a great day.



Here are the "bad cousins" Storm and Wolf at the finish. They took second for two-dog scooter.

And now for Gerogia's bad day. The vet removed her stitches from her spaying, and a couple hours later the incision reopened. They had to staple her wound, and she has to wait another 10 days for it to heal. She was not a very happy pupperoo. WARNING--icky stapled belly photo below (you were warned!)

We're looking forward to a dry Spring, a healed puppy and lots of fun running around.





Peace

Nothing brings peace to the house like plastic dog bones dipped in jellymeat catfood!

Georgia's Big Op

Georgia here, feeling a bit sorry for myself. Yesterday dad left for doggie daycare with Dakota, but I got left behind with mom. Here I am, waiting and a bit confused.

Mom and I got in her car. That usually means we're going somewhere fun.

But we didn't go anywhere fun. We went to the place where we buy dog toys and see people who check me out and then give me treats. Today they checked me out, but I didn't get any treats, and mom left without me. They did all sorts of nasty stuff to me, and I had to stay the night with them. Mom picked me up in the morning, and boy was I glad to see her!

Here I am back at home, sleeping in my favourite spot in the hallway. You can see my belly is bald, and there is a bandage. That's right--mom and dad decided they didn't want me having any puppies, so I got the "chop".

Dakota desperately wanted to play with me when I got home, but I just wanted to lay on the bed with my toys. Here she is, acting like she's giving me a cuddle, but she really just wants my bone.

Here I am defending my bone.

It looks nasty, but really we're just playing. Mom and dad bought us two of these plastic bones so we could each have one, but that doesn't stop us fighting over them. After we finished playing with the bone, I went to sleep for the rest of the day.

 

My Feline Fur Friend

Hi everyone. Georgia here. It's a boring Sunday night, and here I am in my favourite spot in the hallway, hanging out with Oscar. I am showing incredible restraint because I desperately want to play with him, but I am not allowed! So I have to be satisfied with my yellow giggleball instead. :(