The Comforts of Typhoon

Typhoon comforts

Typhoon – I am a rough, tough sled dog and can sleep without the comforts of a mattress, human.


Frankie – Then what was that temper-tantrum all about in your crate when your bed was removed?


Typhoon – You are ruining my image, big bro.


  1. houndstooth on April 19, 2013 at 8:24 am

    A tantrum, you say? Gee, we’ve never known puppies to throw those! *insert tongue in cheek*

  2. Ice 'n Ayla on April 19, 2013 at 1:09 am

    Ayla sez: Typhoon, you are SO BUSTED!

  3. siku marie on April 18, 2013 at 11:58 pm

    Frankie, surely you understand…there is roughing it…and then there is ROUGHING it. One is manly; the other insane deprivation!

  4. Summi's Mummi on April 18, 2013 at 9:00 pm

    Hmmm…that lounge looks much different WITHOUT the cushion. Cushion in the crate but not on the lounge? Typhoon…you are confusing the Momma.

  5. Sam & MargeDog on April 18, 2013 at 3:13 pm

    Typhoon, rough and tough? Well, you may not have a mattress, but you are still sitting on a pretty fine looking piece of furniture!

  6. Lucy on April 18, 2013 at 11:36 am

    I remember how much Frankie looked like a pup when he first arrived. Now, he is turning into such a handsome older brother.

    Then Typhoon joined. How much weigh has he gained since his arrival? He looks like he’s grown a lot and longer.

  7. Max's Ma on April 18, 2013 at 9:05 am

    Frankie just threw you under the bus big time Typhoon! It’s ok, we know how tuff you are 😉

  8. Khady Lynn on April 18, 2013 at 2:11 am

    As Sibes, we reserve the right to change our minds as often as we like!

    Khady Lynn

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