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Conflicting Schedules

One day off. Just one. We write our own blog posts, of course, but insist the Hu-Dad handle secretarial skills by typing in our words (his fingers being better adapted for a keyboard than our paws). We let him take a single day break with Thanksgiving and he gets soft on us. Last night, just as he was shutting down, he realized he hadn't done his daily task. He pointed the camera at us and said smile for the camera. That's us smiling. Or at least half of us. Kind of smiling. And waiting on him to post this so we can go to bed. Humans are so difficult to train. Last day off he'll ever get.
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A Siberian Cold Shoulder

As a working breed, we Siberian Huskies have a number of skills deep in our genetic code. You may think of our ability to handle extremely low temperatures and pull heavy sleds for long distances. We think of them, too, as we nap on a couch in front of a fireplace. Today, though, we are talking about that special skill known as Siberian Selective Deafness—the ability to ignore human suggestions that don't meet our needs. If, for example, a human would tell Landon it's time to come inside, the response might be the Siberian cold shoulder. Well demonstrated, Boom Boom.
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Boom Boom Rockette

Ah, the holiday season. Turkey and dressing. Christmas tree lightings. Decorating the house. The melodic voices of carolers. Reindeer. The Nutcracker. The Boom Boom Rockette. Same at your house, right?
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Busy Busy Busy

With little brothers to manage, Frankie Suave has a full plate of tasks to be done. After waking up yesterday, his calendar took him outside and then back inside to nap until morning walk. After returning to the house, there was the pre-breakfast nap followed by breakfast and then the post-breakfast nap. Lunch break outside and then back for the afternoon nap, afternoon walk, pre-dinner nap, and, finally, dinner. Then, of course, napping until final outside and upstairs to sleep after such an exhausting day. As for those little brothers, Frankie's management style can be summed up as "leave me out of it."
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A Helpful Offer

As the senior member of The Herd, Frankie Suave is the most trustworthy canine in the house who wouldn't think of breaking the rules. Uh, no, he's not thinking of it here. He's just making a helpful offer to assist with the human dinner. Just a suggestion. Nothing else. But, you know, if some of that food just happened to fall on the floor, it would be cleaned up pronto.
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Take Me Home, Driver

His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey had a follow up exam yesterday. As we've explained before, Typhoon has developed an infection at the, er, "end" of the digestive tract. There was some poking and prodding (which the doctor delicately described as no more fun for the medical staff than it was for the patient). We've adjusted the medications. More importantly, we're going to attempt a change to his diet, a very big deal because of his long list of food allergies. Ignoring all the details, though, the entire situation can be summed up by the look of disdain being cast by His Royalness—a take-me-home scowl. He had had enough indignities for the day. The Royal Chauffeur drove the Royal Limousine home in time for the afternoon walk and some Royal ear rubs. We won't say all has been forgiven, but it's progress.
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Not Quite Seeing Eye To Eye

On a bright, sunny day, Typhoon says nothing is better than a good nap in the grass. Roscoe P., however, thinks that is perfect weather for a rousing game in the yard. Looks like they are not quite seeing eye to eye. Or nose to eye.
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Royal Deep Thoughts

His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey is always a serious canine. He came to us nearly nine years ago with only two letters to his name (Ty), but that has grown over the years to his long nickname. Add in his other names (Little Curmudgeon, Munchkin, etc.) and you would think Hu-Dad has tried every name in the book to get Ty to pay attention to human request. Alas, that is never going to happen, especially when royal deep thoughts are occurring. Or, more likely, squirrels are scampering about the front yard.
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Is It Time Yet? How About Now?

Poor Roscoe P. was sure—absolutely, positively sure—that it was afternoon walk time. Hu-Dad said not yet and he needed to be patient for a few minutes. This is Roscoe's best attempt at patiently waiting. Yeah, we went on our afternoon walk a little early.
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Target Acquired

In his younger and speedier days, Typhoon hunted with amazing success. He caught many creatures, but his favorite was the speediest. Any rabbit foolish enough to sample the grass inside our fence quickly found himself being chased. The Little Prince zigged and zagged, outmaneuvering so many bunnies we lost count. Much to his dismay, his prey is forewarned by Hu-Dad before the mighty hunter enters the yard. Imagine his excitement when he eyed movement in the yard. Visions of exploits past flashed through His Highness's mind as he zeroed in on a target in the yard yesterday. His form was impeccable, but, alas, the distance was too great and his prey slipped through the fence to safety. The Little Curmudgeon had to settle for a human prepared dinner instead.
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Mechanical Error

We have routines, folks. Sacred rituals that must be followed. A mechanical error disrupted our lives yesterday and caused Typhoon's shocked look. You have to click the link to find out what happened.
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Echo Chamber

We like to keep Hu-Dad wondering what games we're playing. When he saw Landon using our secret watering station, he at least understood that refreshment could be found there. Roscoe's head inside a rose bush planter, however, is a wee bit more difficult to grasp. Was he using it as an echo chamber? Your guess is as good as Hu-Dad's.
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