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In the famous Jeopardy style, the answer is “Things that go trip in the night.” The correct question is “What are humans who share their house with Siberian Huskies who pick pathway sleeping spots?” Landon demonstrates by sprawling in a strategic spot at the intersection of the study and the den. Of course, Boom Boom points out if the Hu-Dad would stop working at a reasonable time, he wouldn’t be trying to walk through the house in the dark.
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In case you think today’s image has His Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey hanging his head in shame, we want to clarify things. Yes, the Hu-Dad might have been discussing the latest Royal Misbehavior (in a long line of such misdeeds). Typhoon, however, was far more interested in watching a bug crawl across the ground. Any discussion of the Little Prince’s delinquency results in the application of Royal Listening Skills—also known as Siberian Husky Selective Deafness, one of our many hidden skills that “entertain” our humans.
Our walk drew to an abrupt halt with the commotion on the side of the trail. What is capturing Roscoe’s attention that has a higher value than moving on down the trail? For this week’s “caption this,” give us his best thought balloon.
Frankie Suave belies the normal Siberian Husky devilishness with his good behavior, so imagine Hu-Dad’s surprise when he walked into the dining room and found Frankie napping on the rug. When asked why he was there, Frankie put on the perfect innocent suave look and suggested he was merely making sure his younger brothers didn’t go in there and cause trouble. Hu-Dad thought maybe the younger brothers weren’t there because they knew better than to disturb a napping Frank.
A door doesn’t exist. Then a door appears out of thin air. Roscoe says these perplexing pocket doors can materialize and block his entrance to a room (or, in this case, exit from a room) which constrains his free roam of the house. Now why would Hu-Dad think keeping a close eye on young Roscoe might be a good idea?
When your nickname is Boom Boom, a certain amount of bounciness comes with the territory. Last night’s zoomies and couch olympics may have crossed a line because Hu-Dad suggested that such behavior wasn’t appropriate indoors. Landon was shocked…appalled…horrified at such a suggestion and offended to be accused of bad behavior. Hu-Dad wasn’t sure if the point had been made or if some of the best Siberian innocent-acting expressions had been witnessed.
Much to our amusement, Hu-Dad is often asked his opinion on various decorating decisions around the house. He does his best, but that’s not saying much. One of his challenges is his lack of knowledge (or, frankly, interest) in the various shades of color. When he suggested the bedroom might look good in a light green, he thought he was off the hook until dozens of shades of green showed up as options. Understanding his limitations, he asked Roscoe for input. Roscoe quickly picked the shade he preferred (he has, shall we say, a nose for color). This proves that a color-blind canine has better decorating sense than our Hu-Dad.
Landon adores his big brother, Frankie Suave, and Frankie…well, Frankie is Mr. Suave. So the bouncy chatterbox with the attention span of a gnat is paired with his even-keeled brother on walks. Can’t you imagine this conversation as they stroll along the greenway? Good, because this is Caption This Day—time for our readers to suggest the dialogue. Pick either Frankie or Landon or both—what are they saying?
The afternoon fades to evening. The sun lowers in the west. The Herd saunters down the trail. The ending of another busy day in our new Chez Herd. The perfect moment for a really bad pun, so here goes. Roscoe’s looking a little tired from a long day. Can’t you see his five o’clock shadow?
Despite the requirement of leashes as we wait on our fence install, we enjoy our backyard time. Landon loves to be on the furniture, but he decided to move from one bench to the other because he wanted beside the Hu-Dad. Notice the focused face. The fancy footwork. Yeah, it ended about as poorly as you expected, but we did get a great moment on the Boom Boom Balance Bench.
Based on some of our reader comments, we believe we’ve created a royal family confusion with our nicknames. In the foreground is His Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey, also known as a royal pain in the … you know. He doesn’t like being cuddled, brushed, touched, or otherwise treated like a dog unless, of course, he demands such attention right now. In the background is Landon Boom Boom, not a prince but more of a Court Jester. He bounces and springs from place to place, has the attention span of a gnat, and will cuddle at the drop of a hat. Typhoon has instructed the Hu-Dad to keep these matters clear going forward. And, yes, Roscoe P. to the right and Frankie is hidden while finishing important business.
The sun came out yesterday giving us a beautiful, spring day. The flowers bloomed. The birds sang. The temperatures rose. And our two walks, even though we went our usual route, seemed longer in the warmer weather. By the end, we were tired, walking Sibes. For some reason we can’t explain, Hu-Dad smiled as we went into the house, crashed in our beds, and snored for hours.
We squeezed in our walk yesterday morning before the rains came, but the afternoon jaunt was threatened by steady rain, wind, and even thunder. Hu-Dad suggested we skip the second walk, but we protested. You know we won that debate based on the photo above, but what exactly did we say? We know our audience has terrific ideas for this week’s caption this.