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How Many Tries Did It Take?
For a dog nicknamed Boom Boom, Landon sure is sitting pretty in this photo. How many tries did it take? Hu-Dad says just one—unless you count the bouncing, racing, twirling, digging, wrestling, not-listening, and general-mayhem-causing outtakes. There might have been eleventy-seven bazillion of those.
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The Pounce
One of the challenges of our favorite game—“tackle-wrestle-bitey face-body slam-tag you’re it”—is knowing when the game starts and when it ends. Last night, the game appeared to be over and Typhoon sat in the grass appearing to be disinterested. Roscoe turned his back and Typhoon saw his opportunity. Today’s photo is the moment the launch started and a split second before the pounce. Don’t worry, Roscoe thought it was great fun and a rousing second round of “tackle-wrestle-bitey face-body slam-tag you’re it” ensued.
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Don’t Brush Me
His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey has many demands for his humans. Cuddles are rare and strictly on his terms. Meals must meet exacting specifications or they will be rejected. Uninvited touching is forbidden. And, most importantly of all, a brush is never, never, never to touch the royal floof. The penalty for violations is the Siberian Death Scream, a specialized, high-pitch shriek guaranteed to elicit concern from neighbors. Thus, the shaggy look comes from the Little Curmudgeon’s “Don’t Brush Me” edict.
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Deer Sentries
We went out to our yard yesterday morning for our dawn activities to discover two surprises waiting for us—a fresh dusting of snow and a herd of deer. The light snow was only moderately interesting, but the visiting creatures alerted our fearless pair of deer sentries. And why aren’t we at the fence sounding the alarm? Absolutely nothing to do with their size or number. Nope, the middle of the yard seemed to be a better place to monitor them. That’s our story and we’re sticking to it.
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Can’t Hear What You Can’t See
Hypothetical situation. It’s a beautiful, sunny day, and the yard feels great. The humans call and say it’s time to come inside. You are a Siberian Husky. What do you do? Landon’s answer is to engage Siberian Selective Deafness, a creative defense that means you can’t hear what you can’t see.
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Crossed Paws
As soon as Hu-Dad settles into his chair to start work each morning, we settle into our critical role as co-workers. Sure, it might look like we’re just napping, but we are providing support and supervision throughout the day. Notice how Frankie’s crossed paws inspired the Hu-Dad to pick up the camera. We’re working breeds. Don’t try this at home.
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Face Of Regret
Hu-Dad was slicing some squash for dinner Tuesday night. Roscoe, a quite polite canine in the kitchen, asked if he could try a piece. Hu-Dad agreed. Based on the face of regret, we can conclude that Roscoe is not a fan of squash.
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The Royal Look Of Denial
As shocking as this might be, Hu-Dad suspected His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey might have been causing some mischief. Something about years and years of history. So how did the Little Wonder respond to the accusations? With a Royal Look of Denial, of course.
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A Handsome Boom Boom
Landon was up to his usual tricks, bouncing and boom booming around the yard while Typhoon and Roscoe wrestled and Frankie found a quiet corner to snooze. Then, when you least expect it, the Boomster came to a halt, struck a handsome pose, and did his regal thing. Don’t worry, he was back to being his normal goofy self two seconds after this photo.
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Spying On The Neighbors
Unlike the old saying, the grass is certainly greener on our side of the fence, but that doesn’t keep our curiosity down about what others might be up to. Roscoe enjoys spying on the neighbors and makes no apologies for it.
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A Promise Is A Promise…Or Not
Hu-Dad said we could walk on the new sod without leashes if we gave our sacred promise to behave. We looked him right in the eye and said we would. Of course, he should have known it was April Fools’ Day, so what do you think happened next? Click the link for the answer.
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Disgruntled Model
The sod is almost rooted enough for full-scale Siberian games to begin, but Hu-Dad insists we wear our leashes for a few more days. After delivering that news, he asked Roscoe to pose pretty for a few photos. The reply suggests we might have a disgruntled model. Looks like a work stoppage has begun.
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