Welcome to The Thundering Herd, a website dedicated to a team of misbehaving Siberian Huskies and their hapless humans.
When you have multiple siblings, you never know when the next prank might happen. You remain aware walking across the yard in case someone is waiting to pounce. Unless, of course, you are the big cheese. The boss. The big guy. The king. The one and only Frankie Suave. Then you strut across the yard with senior confidence.
This Past Week's Stories
Warm, sunny afternoons are perfect for His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey to stretch out in the grass and enjoy a nap. Perfect except for the pesky little brother, Roscoe P., who seems determined to stir up some fun. The Little Prince throws his best Don’t You Dare look, but did Roscoe heed the warning?
Our rain has stopped. The sun is out. We are looking forward to a great weekend and hope you are too. How can we make your Friday better? How about a great big smile from Roscoe P. Since it is Caption This Friday, go ahead and let us know what you think he is saying behind that grin.
We are accustomed to receiving compliments on our walks including the one that amuses the Hu-Dad the most (“They are so well-behaved!” – Boy, can Hu-Dad roll his eyes). Yesterday, a lady commented on our furry coats and then asked why Typhoon’s looked, well, less-brushed. Hu-Dad said because of the Royal Snit Fit. She might not have understood the answer, but any of us who have heard the screams of horror emanating from the Little Prince when a brush approaches understand.
For the last several days, a weather system has smothered us with one storm after another. We try to thread our walks in between the rain, but that means lots of waiting for a break. Roscoe sums things up nicely here with his thought to please stop the rain.
One of the advantages of being a multiple-dog family is we never have to get in the car to go to a dog park. We are, after all, our own dog park. One of the challenges is what to do with the, er, output. Hu-Dad commented he wished he could find the disposal stations just like the big parks… and then discovered you can buy them. So, yes, this now sits in our backyard. Unfortunately, our Hu-Dad has good ideas and bad jokes, so it only took a few seconds until he called it The Thundering Turd. Yeah, we know, that joke stinks.
His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey goes by many nicknames, including the Little Curmudgeon for his grumpy attitude. He complains when things are late, uncomfortable, or not to his liking. He gripes when the humans ask him to move, not to counter surf, or to behave. Just the other day, Hu-Dad suggested he should try to be a little sweeter. Typhoon’s answer was an attempt to drink the nectar from a hummingbird feeder in the backyard, his best attempt at a sweeter prince.
This Week's Way Back Wednesday
Each week, we reach back into our vault of thousands of previous posts and share a favorite. We hope you enjoy this look back.