Tagged by Pippa

Howrooo Everyhusky & other Pupfriends,
We've been tagged by Pippa for a new game, we have to come up with the type of car we would be, if we were cars. This was easy for Chili & I, but Cracker and Mikki had to put some thought into their answers. We're going to answer this one in reverse age order, so I get to go first! (of course, it is MY blog, MIKKI!)

Bama- If I was a car I would be a Hummer, first cause I'm HUGE, and getting HUGER every day! Also I'm deceptively powerful, and I'm the protector of my pack, just like a Hummer would protect us on the road.

Mikki says she would be a Bentley Arnage GT (dad had to help her with this one, he's the car guy) cause she's elegant, classy, and quiet.

Cracker says of course he would be a red Ferrari, fast, powerful, sleek & sexy & LOUD. Oh yeah, and red....

Chili's pouting cause we all decided he would be a Volkswagon beetle, short, round and growly.

We tag Amici, Turbo, and the Mullins Clan (wink, wink, Juneau!)

As for Mikki's last post:
Are NOT!
Mikki: AM TOO!
ARE NOT! And don't make me bite you! I'm bigger than you now, I could just sit on you to prove my point!
Mikki: You'd have to catch me first!
No, I'd just lay in wait, and pounce when you least expect it.
Mikki: Hey Doofus, you just warned me, now I'm gonna expect it....
Well then, you better never fall asleep again, there go all those beawooty naps!
Mikki: Guess what? You have to sleep sometime too.
Yeah, but I sleep with mom & dad & they won't let you attack me in bed....

Mom: ENOUGH, girls! Now all your blogging friends know what it's like around here 24/7.....

Bama: Yeah, but you love us all so much you wouldn't trade one minute of it.
Mom: OK, I give. I'm not getting in the middle of this arguement, you little princesses will just have to work it out on your own.

Here's a pic of us arguing about who is queen, hey everyone, who do you think will win? (I'm already bigger than her, and not even 5 months old yet....)

Mom calls this picture "chin music", I call it "my teeth are bigger than your teeth"
We probably won't be able to post for about a week, mom's going to Mobile to visit Dad's parents so we're losing our typist
;(~
Talk to y'all when she gets home again:
Manykisses,
Bama & the RHP

Miss Mikki, True Queen of the Pack

Howwwrrrooo everyone! Mikki here, and about time I finally get a turn posting on our blog. That little upstart Bama has been making everyone think she's the queen of our pack, but I'm here to set the record straight! I am the most beautiful, most graceful, best hunter, and obviously queen of our pack. I guess it's because I'm so gentle and generally shy that she's been able to get away with the ruse for so long, but I was meant to be queen of this pack, that's why the humans picked me, for dogs sake! It took me a long time to enforce my rule over the boys, then along comes the monster, always in my face, chewing on me, and generally wreaking havoc in our nice quiet den. Here is a picture of me in my best royal pose, don't I look majestic?

Sorry about the red eyes, they are a beawootiful shade of blue in person.
Mom & Dad decided the boys needed a girl in the house to teach them some manners, so they chose me, and I came home in July of last year. Stupid Chili didn't know I was supposed to be his new queen, and I was so little, that he refused to be ruled! The nerve!! Cracker was on his best behaviour from the beginning, he fell in love with my beauty at first sight, but not Chili. The first time we stopped on our trip home, mom & dad put on my new harness and leash and took me out with the boys for our first walk together, and you wouldn't believe what he did. He peed on my head! No, really, I mean, the nerve!! He apologized later, and said he was just expressing his opinion to mom & dad about having to share his stuff with a new pup, but honestly, did he think that was going to win my affection??? Then when we got home and went out to check out our backyard, HE DID IT AGAIN! I was so upset, I prefer to be very ladylike and graceful, that's hard to do with boydog pee dripping off your head! Mom gave me a nice warm bath though, and I got to cuddle with her in a nice soft towel, and she told Chili he was a "BAD BOY", and he never did it again, so I guess he got the message that that was no way to treat a queen. Here's a picture of me on my very first day home.

Don't I look like a queen in training?
I'm really a very girly girl, and hate to be dirty, it took mom & dad a long time to convince me that I really didn't need to wash my feet every time I got a drink of water, here is a pic of me washing my tootsies:

Well, guess that's it for now, a queen should keep her speeches short so as not to lose the interest of her subjects, (a lesson that monster Bama will NEVER learn), besides, I need to go get my beauty sleep,
Beawootiful dreamer:
Mikki

Cracker's Blue-eyed tale of woe

Howdy Y'all Woowoos,
Bout time the pack let me have a turn an' Ma is takin' my dictated woos! I didn't think I'd ever get my turn to tell a good story!
Furst I have to pick up where the Big Chill's story left off....After he'd been here about 8 months ma & pa decided to get into fostering rescue huskies cause they thought Chill needed a companion closer to his own age to play with. Their furst foster was a black and white male, about 1 year old named Shadow. He was a true Alpha boy, an came in fully intending to dominate the Chill from day one, beginning with constant attempts to mount him an show him who was the boy dog. Starr & Ice always had complete run of the den, and since they trained Chill, he was well-behaved enough to not have to be confined either. The second day the Shadow demon was here, ma came home from work and found that Chili had an accident in the house, and there was some blood and other ooky lookin goop that made her think that the Demon was a homosexual rapist husky, so she immediately called our rescue coordinator and told her that they really wanted to help out, but no way they were going to put up with Chili being abused in his own home. They made arrangements to trade him to a foster with no other pups, and they picked up Sheka. She was a beautiful black & white girl about 2 years old, an VERY sweet, an she and Chill became best friends. She was here fur about 6 weeks, then her new furever daddy an new brother came and got her and took her to her new furever home in Tampa. Chili was so sad an depressed for a couple of days that mom called the coordinator again, an begged for another foster to cheer him up. The next day they brought home Daisy. She was a black/silver & white 4 year old girl who loved people, giving kisses, an being a couch tater, but she was VERY jealous of anyone else gettin any attention. She seemed to respect Starr & Ice's age, but she wouldn't let Chili anywhere near ma & pa without trying to attack him. Ma had to break up a couple of fights, an got bit on the leg one time, then came the final straw....Daisy was in the bedroom with pa, an ma & Chill came into bed. As soon as ma came through the bedroom door, she saw Daisy laying there on the floor, so she put her hand down on Chili's chest to stop him so she could pick him up an put him on the bed an he wouldn't have to walk by Daisy. Well...just as she put her hand on his chest, Daisy lunged at his throat, an bit mas wrist pretty bad, she had problems for a while with her last 2 fingers on that hand going numb. Then next day she called the coordinator again, an told her that she didn't think it was going to work out with Daisy, but the lady got an attitude with mom, saying "well, I've been bit several times, it kind of goes with the territory", an she really made ma feel bad for not wanting to deal with constantly trying to break up fights or worrying about Chili. Daisy went to another foster, an Chili went into another lonely depression, an everyone felt just terrible. Ma & Pa talked about it an decided that they just needed to get Chili a puppy of his own, so he would have a BFFF (best fur friend furever), so that's how I came into the pitcher. Ma found a "breeder" in St. Augustine, just down the road aways, an on a rainy Friday, while pa was on his way to Mobile to go fishin with his Pa, she & Chili went to St. Aug to see if they could find him a new friend. I was the furst one she picked up out of the cage, then she checked out all the other pups from 2 litters, but she kept comin back to me. Me & all my sibs were skinny, and smelly, an we were in a crate with no tray in the bottom, sittin on top of a couple of plastic milk crates in the guys front yard, with a tarp over the top to keep the rain out. Ma said she was worried about the health of all of us, even though the guy did have health certificates, but she's a sucker for a purty face, and finally decided to bring me home. Chili really wasn't much interested in me at furst, but he said that's cause I smelled so bad. On the way home Chili rode shotgun, an I sat in ma's lap, an occupied myself by unbuttoning her blouse. After about the 4th time, she looked at me an said "you're just a little firecracker, aren't you", and presto, I had my new furever name, Chili's FireCrackerJack. When she called Pa that night and told him we had a new pack member named Cracker, he said maybe they should call me Jack, but when he got home and met me, he said Cracker fit me purfectly, so Cracker I am! (Get it? Chili & Cracker? heehee) Saturday morning she took us to the vet to get me checked out an started on my shots, an it turned out I had some kind of bad tummy bug that causes soupy poops. The vet said it's the same kind of bug that's in the water in 3rd wurld countries, an I got it from not having a clean water supply. It took a couple of months and lots of tummy medicines and special care with my diet, but they finally got me straightened out, now I'm the studliest husky ever! Just ask the gurls....
Here is one of my baby pitchers, see why ma fell in luv wif me? (don't know why that date is in the bottom of the pic, ma got me on Memorial Day weekend, 2005!)

Ma used to have a cute little mini-crockpot that she kept liquid potpourri in to make our den smell good, and one night about a week after I got here, Chili and me were wrestlin in the front room and I caught the cord and pulled the pot down on my head. Ma heard me squeal,and came runnin! Some of the smelly stuff had splashed in my right eye, and she grabbed the bottle which said if it gets in eyes to run water in the eye. Have any of your humans ever tried to hold a squealin squirmin husky pup under a runnin faucet? By the time she got done we were both crying, and the crockpot thingy was in the trash! Furst thing the next morning she took me into the vet, he said that the water might have saved my eye, but we'd just have to see. He put me on antibiotic pills & eyedrops to keep my pupil dilated, and I had ointment she had to put in for 10 days. My eye got really cloudy and filmy, and ma was feelin really guilty that her lack of fursight might have cost me MY sight in that eye, it stayed that way the whole 10 days I was on the medicine, then almost magically cleared up on the last day. Boy howdy, was ma relieved!! Here's a pitcher of me wif my bad eye:

A few days after that happened we went to Chicago to visit ma & pa's best friends, Hannah & Brownie, and their 4 legged furmaster, Sheba. That trip was lots of fun even with my bad eye, but for ma & pa it got worse before it got better. We were in the car on the way up there, when she noticed that it looked like Chili had sumthin in his eye. She had to wrestle with him, but finally got a good look and it looked like he had a piece of wood in his eye, but it didn't move when he blinked or anything! She called her friend Hannah, and asked her if she'd make an appointment with Sheba's vet for the next day when we got in. They were really nice, and said "bring him in as soon as they get into town", so the furst day of our vacation I got to stay home with Pa & Brownie, and play lots of fun games in the yard with Sheba, while Chill went to the doc. Well...after they looked at his eye, they decided that whatever the fureign object was it seemed to be embedded in his cornea and they didn't want to try to get it out, so they sent ma & Chill to an emergency hospital for furballs. They had to give him a shot to make him sleep so they could get it out, and said it looked like a piece of redwood mulch or somethin. Now we're both on antibiotics, drops to dilate our pupils, and ointment, an ma's whole furst day of vacation was spent with furball docs, they didn't get home until almost midnight! Poor ma, she loves our blue eyes so much, and here she's gotta worry about both of us losin the vision in one of our eyes! We were both fine, and didn't let the eye injuries slow us down a bit, but ma said she worried enough fur all of us. You can tell from this pitcher that both of our eyes turned out fine:

Guess I'll go fur now, see if I can look cute an convince her I need some treats, but next time I'll tell y'all the tail of mine & Chili's escape escapades and my Christmas shopping trip.
Southern WooWoos from the Southern Cracker

Finally, the monster got off the 'puter

Howrrroooo, everyone!
This is Chili, and I finally get a turn to post on OUR blog, Bama's been hogging the 'puter, so anyhusky would think the rest of us don't have anything to say. Well....let me tell you, I have plenty to say! After all, I'm the fluffiest, the oldest, and the bossiest, you'd think the kid would figure out that this SHOULD be MY page, but nooooooo......
I was born in Inverness FL, on Jan. 3, 2004, and mom and dad let Boogie pick which pup out of my litter that he wanted for his 8th birthday present, (of course he chose me, who wouldn't?) They also said that Granddogs Starr & Ice were getting too old and lazy, they needed a pup around here to put 'em back on their toes and give them some stimulation. After they picked me, they went back home to wait for me to be old enough to leave my furmom. On the way they stopped for dinner, and talked about what to name me, MY boy settled on Boogie's Red Hot Chili Pepper. Here is a pic of me the day they brought me home, March 8,2004. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOOGIE BOY!!!:

Have you ever seen anyone cuter? Of course you haven't!
When I got here, I had to convince the granddogs that I was worth keeping around, here's a pic of me letting Starr & Ice think they're putting me in my place. Notice the nasty "astroturf" indoor/outdoor, fake grass looking, green "carpet" in our sunroom? Big Yuck!:


This is my favorite pic, I wanted a kiss from my boy, no matter how far I had to stretch to get it.....

And this is mom's favorite pic of me and my boy:


After I'd been here about 6 months, mom decided that we should tile the sunroom so it would be easier to keep clean for us, and a nice place to hang out when the weather was cool. My skinsister Sam, and her boyfriend at the time laid most of the tile, but they left a 3 ft by 3 ft square in the middle cause mom wanted to do a mosaic design. She said since it was a sunroom, we needed a sun....Well, she'd never done anything like that before, so I decided I better supervise to make sure she didn't mess up our room. Dad took lots of pictures while we worked, what do you think of my job? I didn't even have to bite her once, but I did inspect every piece she placed, and gave my pawprint of approval on the finished work. Here's a pic of us after she got the sun and frame pieces in place, before she glued them down:

And here is one of me inspecting her work close up:

After she got the frame and sun in, I suggested she put in a charcoal gray background to make the sun really stand out (see Dave, I'm pretty good with color and design too, maybe we should team up?):

Mom said "instead of just watching, you COULD help", here is me laughing at her, "yeah right, you expect ME to do physical labor?"

Finally, after she had all the pieces glued down, I chose a glittery gold additive for the grout, so it would sparkle and shine like the real fireball in the sky, here is the finished project. It's a night picture, and it's kind of dark so you can't really see the sparkles, but if I could pat myself on the back I would, it took a lot of patience supervising mom for long enough to get it done. She's looked and looked, but she can't find the daytime shots of it, and since it's night here now, she said I would have to wait to post if I want her to take a new one. No thanks, mom, you're so forgetful that could take furever!:

Anywhoooo, let me know what you think of my work, if your humans need supervision on a tile project I work for treats.....
WooWoos & Playbows,
Chili

We've been tagged

Our friend Juneau tagged us for a new word game, sounds like fun so here we go. You have to take the first letter of your name, and answer the questions with words that start with that letter. (age before beauty, so Chili is first!)

What is your name? Chili
4 letter word: Cool
Vehicle: Coupe de Ville
TV Show: Charlie's Angels
City: Chickasaw, AlaBAMA
Boy Name: Chuck
Girl Name: Chelsea
Alcoholic Drink: Captain Morgan & Coke
Occupation: Child Sitter
Something you wear: Corsage
Celebrity: Charlie Daniels
Food: Chunky Peanut Butter
Something found in a bathroom: Cotton Balls
Reason for being late: Can't find my shoes (Bama ate 'em!)
Cartoon Character: Calvin & Hobbs
Something You Shout: CHILL OUT!!

What is your name? Cracker (this is hard, Chili already took all the good "C" words)
4 letter word: Claw
Vehicle: Camino (El)
TV Show: Crocodile Hunter
City: Crossroads, AlaBAMA
Boy Name: Clark
Girl Name: Candy
Alcoholic Drink: Crantini
Occupation: Coal Miner
Something you wear: Coat
Celebrity: Chris Angel
Food: Crawfish
Something found in a bathroom: Comb
Reason for being late: Crashed the car
Cartoon Character: Charlie Brown
Something You Shout: CHOW TIME!

What is your name? Mikki
4 letter word: Meek
Vehicle: Mustang
TV Show: Mister Ed
City: Mobile, AlaBAMA (are you starting to notice a theme for this one?)
Boy Name: Mike
Girl Name: Melanie
Alcoholic Drink: Mimosa
Occupation: Mailman
Something you wear: Monkey Suit
Celebrity: Madonna
Food: Macaroni & Cheese
Something found in a bathroom: Mascara
Reason for being late: Mom forgot to set the alarm
Cartoon Character: Marmaduke
Something You Shout: MAKE MY DAY, PUNK!

What is your name? Bama
4 letter word: Blog
Vehicle: Baja
TV Show: Big Brother
City: Birmingham, AlaBAMA
Boy Name: Bob
Girl Name: Belle
Alcoholic Drink: Bloody Mary
Occupation: Banker
Something you wear: Boots
Celebrity: Billy Bob Thornton (do I get extra credit for 2 "B" words?
Food: BEEF!
Something found in a bathroom: Brush
Reason for being late: Broken signal lights
Cartoon Character: Betty Boop
Something You Shout: BETCHA CAN'T CATCH ME!

We tag Cyber Sibes and Army of 4, have fun everyhusky,
Manykisses,
Bama & the RHP

Applying the Claw

Hoooowwwwoooo Everyhusky,
Sorry we've been gone so long, I had to seriously claw the mom to get her on the 'puter,(don't worry, she's bruised but not broken, heehee). The rest of the pack are really giving me a hard time about hoggin the 'puter, and not letting them blog, so guess I'll let them handle the next few posts, but tonight is still my turn.

We started our new diet this week, and we are LOVING it. Mom found a recipe on someone's page for breakfast glop (sorry for not giving you proper credit, but I told you her brain is going, she can't remember where she found it....idiot human!) It consists of ground meat, chopped up organ meats (we got chicken liver, yummy), yogurt, eggs, veggies, rolled oats, garlic, fish oil, vitamins C & E, and boy is it great! She said it looked the most balanced of all the different recipes she looked at, and had all the ingredients that seemed to be universally recommended. Cracker won't eat his unless dad warms it in the microwave first, he says he's gotten kind of used to warm food, and he thinks it's weird to eat it cold.
For dinner we each get about 1 lb of raw meaty bones, tonight we each got 1 1/2 chicken thighs, last night we each had 2 pigs feet. It takes us a lot longer to eat now, and mom says she was worried about us gulping our food, or not chewing up the bones good enough, but she's very proud of us, we love chewing and crunching up the bones to get the tasty marrow inside.
They won't feed us in the house anymore, though. Dad cleaned up our sunroom really good and we get our dinner out there now. More about the sunroom in Chili's post, he supervised mom when she layed the mosaic tiles, and he's VERY proud of the job he did, and can't wait to show you his pictures. We have a comfy futon out there, that Mikki & I share, one at each end, and the boys go to opposite ends of the room, and we all just lay around and have a chompfest, it's the best time of the day! Mom & Dad were both worried that our tummies would take some adjustment to get used to not having all our food cooked, so they've been amazed. Not only did we adjust great, but she said it's taking us longer to digest our food, and the output is much smaller and neater, so she thinks that we're getting more out of our meals, and less filler junk that we don't need anyway. All I know is that it tastes great, fulfills my need to chew, and dinner is so much more FUN now. If they ever try to feed me kibbles again, I'm going to bite 'em to remind 'em of my love of raw bones!

I went to the V.E.T place Saturday for my last set of puppy shots, and it's official, I'm now bigger than Mikki! I'm about 1/2 inch taller than she is, and I weighed 44.2 lbs. Mik was 45 at her last weigh in, but I know I've gained at least a pound since Saturday, mom says she thinks I gain about a pound a day. I'm working on catching up with Cracker next, won't be long!

Guess I'll go for now, mom says she's going to bed early tonight, "today felt too much like a Monday", next post will be Chili's turn. I can't wait to see him trying to type with his chubby little toes (everything's chubby on Chili...heehee, mom's hoping this diet will help him slim down, not as much cereal stuff). See everyone soon,
Manykisses,
Bama & the RHP

Cartoon Characters

We just read a post on MayaMaries blog from the beginning of the month, and she was telling what cartoon characters she thinks she and Missy would be (she's Tigger, bouncing on her tail, and Missy is Eyeore). We thought this sounded like lots of fun, so we all decided we wanted to play, too. We put our furry heads together, and this is what we came up with:
I am definitely the Tasmanian Devil, (furry whirling dervish of destruction! Whoohoo)

Mikki is Tweety Bird (very cute and dainty, but kinda scared and nervous a lot, "I taught I taw a putty tat! I did, I did!) Mom says she's gotten more nervous since I came along, she just can't figure out WHAT to do with me!

Cracker can't decide if he's Speedy Gonzalez or the Roadrunner (they both zoomzoom REALLY fast, but he kind of likes Speedy's yell, "Arriba, Arriba, Ondalay,Ondalay")

Finally, Chili is the perfect canine version of Garfield, chubby, fluffy, grumpy, chowhound, lazy couch potato, who doesn't appreciate being bothered.

Our mom hasn't figured out the cartoon or graphics thing, either, so no pictures to go with our cartoon characters, but maybe someday I'll get her fully trained.....
Well, mom's finished the Sunday Husky Meal cookoff, time for me to go see if she'll let me clean the big roaster pan for her. Leave us a comment and let us know what cartoon characters you are!
Manykisses,
Bama & the RHP