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