Allie is a champion spooner. Nothing better than waking up with a mouthful a Malafur. Wherever I'm sitting, she'll silently and inexorably ooze either onto my feet or onto my lap, whatever's available, and I find myself immobilized.
Rowan is a true Texan -- he dances the two-step. He'll rear up on his hind legs and gently put those huge front paws on my shoulders, and hop like a bunny. If I have a treat, though, he's laser-focused on that, forget about humom ...
The Magnificent Ghost is finally getting it through the concrete upstairs that he's not allowed to jump up on people, so he jumps up sideways NEXT to me, JUST not touching me, and leans in for a quick kiss and a bat of the Big Brown Eyes ... aren't I clever and cute?? He's more of a leaner than a hugger anyway.
M. writes: >Guess they forgot that our malamutes come into their own so to speak by around 2 yrs of age
Huh! Ghost is 3 and we're still waiting ... ;-)
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Monday, February 05, 2007
Kohler ad: eskimo
Not that I didn't lust after a Kohler bath before .... but did they
have to make it this appealing ??
Eskimo ad
And yes, I never bathe alone, but there's usually at least one cat on
the side of the bath as well ... which wouldn't really work with the Sok tub ... anybody else's Mals find submerged
humans fascinating?
My friend Frauke's cat, Katze, thought he was in the Coast Guard and used to grab any body part he could find and try to drag her out onto dry land ...
Friday, February 02, 2007
im so mad
gorila aleksandria shode me how to yus this thing i don spel gud butt gotta tel yu mals how meen mi humom is im so mad!!!
wen she lett me owt of mi hows i wen to the dor an it was open an ther was a pray!! jus standing ther! so i grabd it an startd shayking it lik i seen gorila aleksandria do. i never kilt no pray befor but seen g.a. du it plenty times. butt pray mayde nasty scryyching noys an humom ran owt an grabt me an pray an tuk pray away!! tuk pray insyd hows then kaym owt an sed no eeting kats wats a kat i dunno kats i jus lik the teyst of the pray
neks tym il tayk the pray far awey an then eet it ... iv bin keepin an i on the dor yu bett
woooooo oooo wooo pray to yu
rowan the red
wen she lett me owt of mi hows i wen to the dor an it was open an ther was a pray!! jus standing ther! so i grabd it an startd shayking it lik i seen gorila aleksandria do. i never kilt no pray befor but seen g.a. du it plenty times. butt pray mayde nasty scryyching noys an humom ran owt an grabt me an pray an tuk pray away!! tuk pray insyd hows then kaym owt an sed no eeting kats wats a kat i dunno kats i jus lik the teyst of the pray
neks tym il tayk the pray far awey an then eet it ... iv bin keepin an i on the dor yu bett
woooooo oooo wooo pray to yu
rowan the red
im so mad
gorila aleksandria shode me how to yus this thing i don spel gud butt gotta tel yu mals how meen mi humom is im so mad!!!
wen she lett me owt of mi hows i wen to the dor an it was open an ther was a pray!! jus standing ther! so i grabd it an startd shayking it lik i seen gorila aleksandria do. i never kilt no pray befor but seen g.a. du it plenty times. butt pray mayde nasty scryyching noys an humom ran owt an grabt me an pray an tuk pray away!! tuk pray insyd hows then kaym owt an sed no eeting kats wats a kat i dunno kats i jus lik the teyst of the pray
neks tym il tayk the pray far awey an then eet it ... iv bin keepin an i on the dor yu bett
woooooo oooo wooo pray to yu
rowan the red
wen she lett me owt of mi hows i wen to the dor an it was open an ther was a pray!! jus standing ther! so i grabd it an startd shayking it lik i seen gorila aleksandria do. i never kilt no pray befor but seen g.a. du it plenty times. butt pray mayde nasty scryyching noys an humom ran owt an grabt me an pray an tuk pray away!! tuk pray insyd hows then kaym owt an sed no eeting kats wats a kat i dunno kats i jus lik the teyst of the pray
neks tym il tayk the pray far awey an then eet it ... iv bin keepin an i on the dor yu bett
woooooo oooo wooo pray to yu
rowan the red
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Ghost report
Brief report on The Magnificent Ghost:
Ghost spent Sunday night at the emergency hospital. I came home to find him not trying to jump over the gate. Panic! He was lying down in the mud room, got up really hesitantly, limping badly on the left hind. His expressive face just miserable. No vomit, diarrhea or blood in sight. My heart beating out of my chest, speed dial to the vet, called around to find one without a wait. His tummy distended and hard. Bloat?? I got him to limp to the car and broke all speed limits.
Hustled straight in to X-ray. Ages later, the vet comes in with a funny expression on her face. Oh no! He swallowed one of Allie's sharps! He's dying! She shows me the xrays. A huge black sausage almost the size of his whole abdomen! Even weirder-looking from the side: textbook view of large intestine, distended and filled with gas! The galoot can't move because he's full of hot air!!
Almost $400 and a great deal of flatulence later, a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed little stinker (!!) sashays out to play up to everyone in the waiting room, who declare that he ought to be in the movies (they have no idea!!), thoroughly licks the face of a delighted child, offers to eat a chocolate Lab, and gets smacked by a cat. Mals!
Still have no idea what he ate, other than Sascha's hi-calorie food. I got rid of the chicken that Allie killed, haven't seen any other corpses. Will need to get job with vet soon. What will they get up to next?
Ghost spent Sunday night at the emergency hospital. I came home to find him not trying to jump over the gate. Panic! He was lying down in the mud room, got up really hesitantly, limping badly on the left hind. His expressive face just miserable. No vomit, diarrhea or blood in sight. My heart beating out of my chest, speed dial to the vet, called around to find one without a wait. His tummy distended and hard. Bloat?? I got him to limp to the car and broke all speed limits.
Hustled straight in to X-ray. Ages later, the vet comes in with a funny expression on her face. Oh no! He swallowed one of Allie's sharps! He's dying! She shows me the xrays. A huge black sausage almost the size of his whole abdomen! Even weirder-looking from the side: textbook view of large intestine, distended and filled with gas! The galoot can't move because he's full of hot air!!
Almost $400 and a great deal of flatulence later, a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed little stinker (!!) sashays out to play up to everyone in the waiting room, who declare that he ought to be in the movies (they have no idea!!), thoroughly licks the face of a delighted child, offers to eat a chocolate Lab, and gets smacked by a cat. Mals!
Still have no idea what he ate, other than Sascha's hi-calorie food. I got rid of the chicken that Allie killed, haven't seen any other corpses. Will need to get job with vet soon. What will they get up to next?
Sunday, January 28, 2007
The Secret of Mal Success; or: The Gig is Up
Reverend General Reign,
The tale I am about to impart, dear General, will confirm once again that on the scale of intelligence, at the very lowest end, we may find:
3: Rhodesian Ridgeback mixes
2: Malamute Males, immature age
1: humans
I blame myself, of course, for not training That Young Sprout, The Magnificent Ghost, as he styles himself, more rigorously in the fine arts of Malamute behavior. In my defense, however, there is not much there to work with, as you shall see.
Our story unfolds before the following background. Our humom has long been faced by two puzzling and apparently unconnected conundra:
a) The M. Ghost eats only about 1.5 cups of Natural Balance Fish and Sweet Potato a day, and yet he stubbornly remains somewhat, aah, shall we say, portly
b) Sascha the Rhodesian Ridgeback x, now in her senior years, and still alive despite my best efforts, eats more than 4.5 cups of food daily, and remains skin and bones.
Yesterday, Sascha, while dashing after a squirrel, crashed into a concrete block and cut herself (much to my glee, of course). At feeding time, humom shut Sascha in her run as usual, but this time, she stayed with her to make sure she was okay. Well, who should come frisking around the corner, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but the Magnificent Ghost, licking his chops after a full meal.
The Idiotic Ghost proceeded to lie down next to Sascha's run, lift up a corner of the chain link that he had previously loosened, extend a long and chubby paw, hook Sascha's almost-full food dish toward him and proceed to scoop out mounds of Sascha's high-calorie food. All this, mind you, in full view of humom, who was not only laughing her head off, but passionately regretting the absence of a camera.
Now if there is one thing I have tried to impart to the Idiotic Ghost, it is that We Work By Stealth. Humans are incredibly stupid, but even they catch on if we pull our stunts right in front of them. T'uh. My exasperation was so great that I almost didn't bother to dispatch the hen that wandered into our yard. Almost, but not quite. A few silent, economical moves, and goodnight, Irene. Will that Ghost ever learn to live up to his name?
Over to you
Your most humble and obedient servant
Guerillera Alexandria
The tale I am about to impart, dear General, will confirm once again that on the scale of intelligence, at the very lowest end, we may find:
3: Rhodesian Ridgeback mixes
2: Malamute Males, immature age
1: humans
I blame myself, of course, for not training That Young Sprout, The Magnificent Ghost, as he styles himself, more rigorously in the fine arts of Malamute behavior. In my defense, however, there is not much there to work with, as you shall see.
Our story unfolds before the following background. Our humom has long been faced by two puzzling and apparently unconnected conundra:
a) The M. Ghost eats only about 1.5 cups of Natural Balance Fish and Sweet Potato a day, and yet he stubbornly remains somewhat, aah, shall we say, portly
b) Sascha the Rhodesian Ridgeback x, now in her senior years, and still alive despite my best efforts, eats more than 4.5 cups of food daily, and remains skin and bones.
Yesterday, Sascha, while dashing after a squirrel, crashed into a concrete block and cut herself (much to my glee, of course). At feeding time, humom shut Sascha in her run as usual, but this time, she stayed with her to make sure she was okay. Well, who should come frisking around the corner, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but the Magnificent Ghost, licking his chops after a full meal.
The Idiotic Ghost proceeded to lie down next to Sascha's run, lift up a corner of the chain link that he had previously loosened, extend a long and chubby paw, hook Sascha's almost-full food dish toward him and proceed to scoop out mounds of Sascha's high-calorie food. All this, mind you, in full view of humom, who was not only laughing her head off, but passionately regretting the absence of a camera.
Now if there is one thing I have tried to impart to the Idiotic Ghost, it is that We Work By Stealth. Humans are incredibly stupid, but even they catch on if we pull our stunts right in front of them. T'uh. My exasperation was so great that I almost didn't bother to dispatch the hen that wandered into our yard. Almost, but not quite. A few silent, economical moves, and goodnight, Irene. Will that Ghost ever learn to live up to his name?
Over to you
Your most humble and obedient servant
Guerillera Alexandria
Thursday, October 12, 2006
What, if anything, intimidates your Mal?
Guerillera Alexandria here.
We had quite the storm yesterday. I, myself, rather enjoy the
occasional stroll through a downpour with gale-force winds,
accompanied by the steady cursing of my humom and the sounds of our roof shingles tearing off. That goofy redhead Rowan lies down for a pleasant snooze in the rain, snuggled up next to his dogloo, which he only frequents in 100 degree weather. However, when it comes to that young sprout, Ghost, or as he styles himself, The Magnificent Ghost, one is almost ashamed to be of the same breed. Yes, he is large and sturdy, full of masculine bravado, struts around with his chest thrust out and paws the dust like a bull. But let there be a few drops of rain, or, heaven forfend, a clap of thunder, and our macho male dashes whimpering into the house, into the nethermost reaches of his crate, where he curls himself up into the tiniest possible ball (no mean feat, considering his girth), and cries piteously until the last drop has fallen and the sun is out again. >sigh<. I really don't know where I have gone wrong.
Guerillera Alexandria, mentor of The Magnificent Melting Ghost, signing off
We had quite the storm yesterday. I, myself, rather enjoy the
occasional stroll through a downpour with gale-force winds,
accompanied by the steady cursing of my humom and the sounds of our roof shingles tearing off. That goofy redhead Rowan lies down for a pleasant snooze in the rain, snuggled up next to his dogloo, which he only frequents in 100 degree weather. However, when it comes to that young sprout, Ghost, or as he styles himself, The Magnificent Ghost, one is almost ashamed to be of the same breed. Yes, he is large and sturdy, full of masculine bravado, struts around with his chest thrust out and paws the dust like a bull. But let there be a few drops of rain, or, heaven forfend, a clap of thunder, and our macho male dashes whimpering into the house, into the nethermost reaches of his crate, where he curls himself up into the tiniest possible ball (no mean feat, considering his girth), and cries piteously until the last drop has fallen and the sun is out again. >sigh<. I really don't know where I have gone wrong.
Guerillera Alexandria, mentor of The Magnificent Melting Ghost, signing off
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