Guess what I found on todays walk?

Dak here, my feeders caught me protecting my new find from Georgia today, even though I was having a wee snooze.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from Dakota, Georgia and Oscar.

Movie Night

It's Saturday night, which is movie night. We are very excited about tonight's viewing--Eight Below!

Woo hoo!

Georgia watching.

Then Dakota watching.

Mesmerised (traumatised?) by the exciting leopard seal scene.

Dakota's New Ball

That's right, folks, she has fallen asleep with it in her mouth.

Home Sweet Home

Hello everyone. The girls here. We haven't been blogging lately because we have been busy settling into our new house. We have been exhausted by all the running, sniffing and exploring we have been doing lately.

Georgia has been particularly active the last two days--she has been a naughty girl and escaped from the yard twice. She found that she could squeeze through the gaps in the temporary fence that mom and dad put up and go and visit "Phat Boy" the dog next door. Unfortunately, she has taken after her husky mom with her desire to escape and wander. When mom found her and called to her, she just turned and trotted off, determined to continue her adventure!

Mom and dad constructed a fancy new dog run for us while they're at work during the day. Here's what our old run looked like:

It was adequate, but a little too small for us to play and have fun in. Here's our new one:

Have a look inside:

It's quite a bit bigger than our old run and much more sheltered. Unfortunately, mom and dad found out that on a hot day, it's a bit too hot in there, so they are going to make some windows in the walls so that we can get a cross breeze.

We need a name for our new home. We have thought of some possibilities--"Halfskie Manor", "The Puppy Palace", "Chez D&G" and our friend Koda suggested "Kamp Kota" (after Dakota, not Koda!). Any ideas?



THIS is how much dogs cost

Georgia here. Dakota is off with her dad having a look at our latest doggie purchase. Have a look at what they bought us:

That's right, lots of land for us to run around like the headless chickens we are. Oh, and it also comes with one of these:

And it even has a nice view of the harbour:

So folks, THAT'S how much that doggie in the window costs!

Kamp Kota opens 24 November--all pupperoos invited.

How much is that doggie in the window?

Dakota here. The other night mom and dad were talking about how much I cost. Being a huskador and one of those fancy "designer" breeds, I know they paid a bit for me, but I couldn't have been that expensive. Of course, if you could put a dollar value on puppy cuteness, I'd have cost them millions.

But no, they didn't have to take out a bank loan to buy me. Apparently I was the cheapest part. So what are they moaning about? Well, they inform me, it's all the stuff they had to buy for me that has made me one expensive pooch.

First there was the puppy food--premium food at that. And all the toys. And a dog bed. And vet bills. And leash, collar, etc. But duh, you expect to have to buy those things when you get a dog.

Then there was the dog house. The didn't want to build one, and they didn't want to buy a cheap one, so they got a fancy one made for me. It's even insulated. I laughed at them at first (I'm half husky--I come with insulation!), but then I learned that in summer it's nice and cool in there.

They didn't know what to do with me during the day when they were at work, so they built a big dog run.

Then they felt guilty about leaving me home alone in the dog run all day, so they decided to put me in--you guessed it--doggie daycare a couple days a week.

We took a bunch of obedience classes, but I wasn't any good at that. Then they discovered sled dog sport, and so they had to buy all the gear for that.

Okay, okay, I can see how I was getting expensive.

But wait, there's more...

Mom and dad decided that I needed a friend and they wanted a two-dog sled dog team, so they got Georgia.

So they had to pay for her.
And more food and toys.
And vet bills.
And another leash, collar, etc.
And a second dog house.
And obedience classes.
And more sled dog equipment.

They discovered that two dogs and all that sled dog gear didn't fit in the car. They thought about getting a dog trailer, but they aren't rich, so they decided to get a roof box for the car instead.

So what else could they possibly need to buy? Stay tuned...

Our Exciting Day

Dakota here. Georgia and I had an exciting Sunday afternoon. Mom and dad decided that because it was such a nice day, and we have had such a boring weekend, they would take us for a long walk. We went to a place called Flagstaff. It was a steep climb up, but there were great views of our city below.

It was Georgia's first long walk out in the wilderness, and boy was she excited. She was pulling so hard on her leash that she was panting and wheezing. Towards the end she got a bit overheated and kept wanting to sit in the shade and have a rest. Mom and dad took us to a little pond where we could cool off. I looooove swimming (that's the lab in me), and I didn't want to get out. Georgia was a bit scared and didn't want to go in too far. But once summer is here, she'll learn to swim and love the water like I do. After our walk, we went to the dog park and ran around like headless chickens with a German shorthaired pointer named Milo.

Tonight we're a couple of pooped puppies. I have stretched out on mom and dad's bed for a rest.

Georgia has collapsed in a snoozy coma in the hallway (her usual spot). She has no dignity, unlike yours truly!

What happens when dad doesn't take us for a walk!

opps sort of busted here, wonder how I can make it look like Dakota did this ...

Memory Lane

Dakota here. Mom's laptop had a meltdown, so she can't use any of our recent photos for our blog. She had some photos of me on her old computer, so today's blog with be a trip down Dakota Memory Lane.

Here I am with my brothers and sisters at four weeks. I am the cute one in the centre (yeah, I know, they're all cute).

Here's a close-up of me at the same time.

Here I am at just two weeks when my new mom and dad came to pick out a huskador.

Here I am at eight weeks on the ride to my new home. The trip was about five hours, and I spent it at my new mom's feet, crying for my old family.

I quickly adjusted to life in my new home. I slept in a crate until I was nearly a year old. I didn't really like it, and mom and dad were glad when I didn't need it any more.

Here I am chewing on my puppy nylabone. Notice those little razor puppy teeth--mom and dad are glad they're long gone!

Here I am sleeping--not a common sight when I was a puppy.

Here I am, a little older, with my favourite treat. The bad cousins introduced me to these delicacies.

Here I am with my favourite toy, a squeaky, squishy yellow ball. They're hard to find at the pet store, and I destroy them too quickly.

And finally, here I am having a snooze in the kitty's chair. I was so excited the first time I got to sit in it--so forbidden!



The Flap

Dakota here. Living with Georgia, I see some pretty strange stuff at times. This isn't so strange:

But then...

Yes, folks, that's right. Georgia manages to contort all 27 kg (60 lbs) of herself through the CAT flap.

The Love Birds

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?