tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84208996952551237302024-03-04T20:41:02.765-08:00Life according to LoupLouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-77484083357441251072012-12-09T05:49:00.004-08:002012-12-09T05:49:39.040-08:00Loup's Letter to Santa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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this year? Hope there is lots of snow up at the North Pole. We have none right
now in Ottawa, Ontario since it all melted away. Just lots of rain and that’s
no fun for a snow dog like me. Sigh. Could you bring me some snow from the
North Pole when you come if we don’t have any by Christmas? I bet that North
Pole snow is magic snow. I’m sure of it.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Hope you’re
not still sore at me for that time I helped pull the sleigh. The toys only got
a tiny bit wet and muddy (Okay, they got soaked) when I dragged the sleigh
through that mud puddle. No harm done. Let’s put the past behind us, shall we?
Forgive and forget and all that. You’re a jolly old elf, right? *Grins and
teeth ping*<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b> Unlike those naughty cats B.f. Thorneycroft
and Gordon Drummond, I’ve been a really *COUGH* good doggie all year long so I’m
hoping you will bring me all the gifts I want this year. You are going to give
them coal, right? *looks hopeful*<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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gifts, first I’d like my own hot tub mud bath. You’re welcome to join me, too,
of course. I’m not selfish like those cats, Big and Gordie. *rolls eyes* Of
course I may need the deluxe extra large size if you’re going to join me,
Santa. *Winks* Guess Mrs. Claus has been
baking again, hasn’t she? Getting quite the tummy, aren’t you? <o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Speaking of baking,
does Mrs. C. have any cookies for my pal Rumpy T. Drummond and I? My pal,
Rumpy, just loves cookies. You remember him, right? He lives in Florida which
sure is a hot place for a Malamute to live. Don’t know how he does it. Phew! I
get hot just imagining it. UGH!<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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think you could get me one of those little rooms like they have at Mark’s Work
Warehouse where you can make it freezing cold and windy in summer time to try
on heavy coats? I’d love one of those rooms for summer time as it can get
mighty hot and humid around here. <o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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paddling pool for me but only my front feet fit. It’s a joke really. *rolls
eyes again* I know she does try, poor girl. We don’t have an in ground pool
like some of my lucky doggie friends south of the border. <o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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present, I’d like a new garbage can to hold all the garbage I’ve been
collecting lately. It’s starting to pile up and I need a place to store it. Do
you have garbage cans the size of a grain silo? Or better yet, maybe one of the
farmers around here has an extra silo they don’t mind giving me. Can you
arrange it, Santa? You’re so good at that.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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for my last present, I’d like a fresh toy delivered each day since I keep
losing and destroying the ones I have. Can you arrange that? I don’t need
anything fancy. Cathy gets me toys at the dollar store and not at the expensive
doggy boutique where the chic dog owners shop. Hey, I’m okay with it, really. *Cheap
Creep....grumbles under breath*<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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you will have a good night for flying, Santa and that the reindeer don’t give
you grief. That Rudolph is a saucy one, isn’t he? Must be that red nose of his.
Better check he’s not flying under the influence. Thought I smelled candy cane
brandy on his breath last time.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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Christmas yourself, Santa! Hope you get a break after working so hard on
Christmas night to bring joy to everyone. <o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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for the New Year and drop by sometime. My doghouse door is always open and I’d
love to see you. Just don’t touch my dog dish while I’m eating. GRRRR!<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></span></div>
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Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-58937676363279852702012-09-16T06:24:00.000-07:002012-09-16T06:34:55.862-07:00I love Autumn, don't you?<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I love this time of year, don’t you? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">So much to smell, so much to touch,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The air is fresh and smells so sweet,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">No horseflies or mosquitoes driving us mad</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">No heat and humidity making us sad,</span></div>
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Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-78485696395940893542012-09-14T09:16:00.000-07:002012-09-16T06:11:35.090-07:00Cornelius Krieghoff liked winter like I do!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I just love the artist, Cornelius Krieghoff and you know why? Because he loved the great Canadian outdoors and winter as much as I do. His paintings often show Canadian settlers and aboriginal people in Canadian landscapes. I especially like this painting since it shows sled dogs. I've always wanted to be a sled dog. Sigh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Krieghoff lived long ago in the 1800's when there were no cars or big cities. No paved roads, no computers or Internet. Canada wasn't even a country for most of the time that he lived as he died in 1872 when he was 56 years old. Canada only became a country in 1867. Krieghoff did travel a lot considering that he couldn't hop on a plane easily like people do these days. He went to the US for a while and studied in Europe, too. I think he liked Canada's rugged wilderness the best though. Don't you agree? And I'm positive he loved winter best of all since he has so many paintings about my favourite season of all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He really had a way,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They make me long for snow,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now it's fall and it's cooler now</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Until next time, be good and don't do anything I wouldn't do. In other words, the sky's the limit. Go for it!</span><br />
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<br />Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-81191465609193315622012-07-13T05:14:00.001-07:002012-07-13T05:59:14.809-07:00Interview with Bigfoot<b style="background-color: white; color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Welcome back, everyone! I know I haven't blogged in ages and my fans have been asking about it. I'm sure you've been missing my brilliant insights about life. (Well, maybe you haven't but I'm back anyhow. Live with it! GEESH!)</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I do apologize for my absence for such a long time. In order to rectify things, I have a treat for you. My Uncle Bigfoot. (I know. I don't get how an orange cat can be my uncle but apparently it's true) has agreed to an interview and here it is.</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Well, Loup, I never thought that I'd be sitting here being interviewed by a DOG, but here we go! My name is Bigfoot Thorneycroft, but on Facebook I'm B.f.Thorneycroft because they said the name Bigfoot was frivolous and they wouldn't accept it! Imagine - FRIVOLOUS!! PFhhtt! I guess that I'm about five years old, more or less. I don't have a birth certificate and I don't really care anyway. Surprise! Surprise! I got my name because I have big feet! -- extra toes -- polydactyl. I like having big feet. First of all, it's fun to see how long it takes for people who meet me for the first time to say "Look at those big feet." Then there are the advantages when walking on snow in the winter. Also, you should see the way I can stir up a litter box! Oh, big feet are great in every way.</span><span style="color: #e69138;"> </span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I was born in Montreal but at a very early age, Cathy's brother, Ken, put me in his car and drove me all the way to Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia where I live now on the shore of the Bras d'Or Lake. It was a long drive and they say that I yowled in the car the whole time, but I didn't! My humans, Berni and Gerry are retired and live in Cape Breton because they have travelled around a lot and think that they have found the best spot here. I agree. It's a perfect place to fish, sail and, best of all, hunt voles!</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You lived in Montreal as a kitten? Cool! Always wanted to go there. And Cape Breton, too. I don't get to go many places as Cathy says I'm too rambunctious. Bummer. Good thing I can travel in my imagination.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I am an orange tabby cat and that's about the best there is! You hear about Siameses cats and Calico cats and my friend Gordon Drummond is a Persian cat, but when people choose a cat they can't do better than an orange tabby cat. We just look great whether we are inside a house or outside. We look especially good when we're in the bush sneaking up on a vole!</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I can travel through time already. I did some last week. The best place for a cat to go is to Ancient Egypt because they worshipped cats and made idols and stuff like that. I had a great time and never wanted for anything all the time I was there, although it was a bit hard to find tinned milk for my wuna. I spent a lot of time posing for tourists and sphinx builders. I don't know where you could go, Loup. I've never heard of ancient dog-worship! Hee! Hee!</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>You'd be surprised, Big. Anyhow, I don't need to time travel to be worshiped, right ladies? They all love me. I know you and Gordie are jealous of that but it doesn't bother me. I'm comfortable in my fur and confident of the adoration. I deserve it.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I hear that a reality show is about ordinary people doing ordinary stuff in ordinary ways. I don't fit in that category so I guess I'll give it a miss. If I had a show it sure wouldn't be ordinary! It would have a lot of exciting vole hunting in it and be of great interest to everyone. Maybe I should do that. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, Loup, I never thought that I'd be sitting here being interviewed by a DOG, but here we go! My name is Bigfoot Thorneycroft, but on Facebook I'm B.f.Thorneycroft because they said the name Bigfoot was frivolous and they wouldn't accept it! Imagine - FRIVOLOUS!! PFhhtt! I guess that I'm about five years old, more or less. I don't have a birth certificate and I don't really care anyway. Surprise! Surprise! I got my name because I have big feet! -- extra toes -- polydactyl. I like having big feet. First of all, it's fun to see how long it takes for people who meet me for the first time to say "Look at those big feet." Then there are the advantages when walking on snow in the winter. Also, you shouild see the way I can stir up a litter box! Oh, big feet are great in every way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have big feet, too, Big so I can commiserate. They do prove useful though, don't they? I do like your extra thumbs on each front foot. They must come in handy when vole hunting, I bet. Then again, maybe not. Must be hard to be "all thumbs". Get it! Hardy har, har. I'm hilarious. I know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was born in Montreal but at a very early age, Cathy's brother, Ken, put me in his car and drove me all the way to Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia where I live now on the shore of the Bras d'Or Lake. It was a long drive and they say that I yowled in the car the whole time, but I didn't! My humans, Berni and Gerry are retired and live in Cape Breton because they have travelled around a lot and think that they have found the best spot here. I agree. It's a perfect place to fish, sail and, best of all, hunt voles!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You lived in Montreal as a kitten. Cool! Always wanted to go there. And Cape Breton, too. I don't get to go many places as Cathy says I'm too rambunctious. Bummer. Good thing I can travel in my imagination.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am an orange tabby cat and that's about the best there is! You hear about Siameses cats and Calico cats and my friend Gordon Drummond is a Persian cat, but when people choose a cat they can't do better than an orange tabby cat. We just look great whether we are inside a house or outside. We look especially good when we're in the bush sneaking up on a vole!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Watch out for that orange streak, voles! Big is on the prowl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is easy! I love creamed wuna. Okay, I know you are going to ask why it's called wuna and not tuna. Wuna is Berni's cat-talk for tuna and it's creamed with tinned condensed milk. It is just delicious and everyone tries to steal a bite of it when I'm not watching. I saw you when you cleaned off my dish just now, Loup!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">OOPS! You weren't supposed to see that. *Wipes drool from lips*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No, I don't have any special toy that I play with. If you toss me a ball, I'll bat it around a little, but that gets ho-hum pretty quickly so don't bother if you don't feel like it. I usually just nose around and find stuff to play with if I'm in the mood, so don't fuss.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gee, you're no fun. I love playing catch and bringing back the ball. Guess I won't ask you to play with me then.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i>How do you spend your day?</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For me, every day is different. I don't want to get in the rut where most of you dogs are. Every day you guys eat dog food, bark a bit, chew on a bone, chase a stick, sit, lie down at your human's feet hoping he will give you a little pat or put a LEASH on you for a walk.You won't see ol' Bigfoot doing any of that! You have probably noticed that I'm an enterprising cat and that's what I do every day. Think up new things to get in to. I'd give you a list of all my achievements but you don't have room to print it all. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Rut? What rut? Oh you mean this hole I dug. Yes, I guess it is a bit like a rut. But don't you think it's impressive. Look how big it is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't have a favourite colour. Why should I have a favourite? Well, on second thought, maybe orange, but I like them all. Grey -- like a vole, blue -- like the sky, green -- like the grass, white -- like the snow, etc, etc! I'll bet that your favourite is mud-puddle brown! Right, Loup?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So poetic, Big. You are a true cat of nature. And how'd you guess I loved mud-puddle brown? You know me well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">If you could travel through time to any time period, what time would you choose and why?</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I can travel through time already. I did some last week. The best place for a cat to go is to Ancient Egypt because they worshipped cats and made idols and stuff like that. I had a great time and never wanted for anything all the time I was there, although it was a bit hard to find tinned milk for my wuna. I spent a lot of time posing for tourists and sphinx builders. I don't know where you could go, Loup. I've never heard of ancient dog-worship! Hee! Hee!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You'd be surprised, Big. Anyhow, I don't need to time travel to be worshiped, right ladies? They all love me. I know you and Gordie are jealous of that but it doesn't bother me. I'm comfortable in my fur and confident of the adoration. I deserve it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't watch T.V. much, but I have a favourite musical! It's called CATS and is really a good show! I don't think they would let YOU in to see it, Loup, but I've got a DVD that I'll lend you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Gee, thanks, I think. *Rolls eyes*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I hear that a reality show is about ordinary people doing ordinary stuff in ordinary ways. I don't fit in that category so I guess I'll give it a miss. If I had a show it sure wouldn't be ordinary! It would have a lot of exciting vole hunting in it and be of great interest to everyone. Maybe I should do that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*Yawns* What was that, Big? Oh sorry. Where were we?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">How do you feel knowing that dogs are so superior to cats in every way? Does it bother you?</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Loup, you are suffering from what is known as 'Word Substitution Phobia'. In your question you inadvertently used the word DOG instead of CAT. It is treatable if caught early so I think you should see your Vet about it right away! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh, good grief. Has this cat got CATtitude or what? What an ego! I never act like that, do I gang? *Looks into mud puddle and admires reflection. Grins making teeth ping*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i>Is there anything else you want your fans to know about you?</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, my fans know quite a bit about me already. After reading this I suppose that there will be even more people joining my fan club and wanting pawtographs and all that. I'll still be the same modest, somewhat shy, and lovable Bigfoot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Modest? HA! Somewhat shy? Double HA! Lovable? Well, kinda I guess though when you get together with Gordon Drummond, that saucy white Persian from New Zealand, I'm not sure how lovable you are. You two cats are double trouble.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thanks for the interview, Big. Appreciate it. You can get back to your vole hunting and time traveling now. See you on Facebook, Uncle! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Big, Big. Are you listening to me? Geesh, he fell asleep. Guess the interview wore him out.</span></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-4419265707753308192012-01-18T11:04:00.000-08:002012-01-18T11:39:17.194-08:00A few of Loup's Pet Peeves<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: left; ">Here are a few of my pet peeves. </span><span>I could probably think o</span><span>f more </span><span>but didn't want to be seen as being negative since I am "Happy go lucky, Live in the Moment" Loup </span><span>and nothing much gets me down.</span></div><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b>Loup's Pet Peeves</b></o:p></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><b>My red nose harness</b></p><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1min4zIOLaAnDxYpTwGObjpFQXVqhUU6i8giwCLq1NnqAAIBACcS-WilHCcjvGCZ3BJ-wPYsy4V6x0eJ5w5qxQmNi-OZ9seJR9mRIBSbg7K-qUaQnXZgR2QRJV5qrvtavmXcW1MQ6qk/s400/IMG_2479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699052466849417938" style="text-align: left;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div>Can’t stand the thing. It drives me completely bonkers. I know it means I don’t yank as much but come on peeps, a good yank from Ol Loup makes for an excellent upper body workout and you can surely use that at this flabby time of year, can’t you?</div><div><div><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Cats</b></p><div><div></div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4UQvb24GYedaJEOAzNkE2VvxNVbLYrG9DdRXFO3to-7THXr-1hG04qbfnwF6Ab5kYF-SXd1Tz4l1W1q_X0oAYOX-enwszVghx09ALXvSvK6MGXxVAKQ0KRmMFP9MV6bVdxwLMAybinE/s400/IMG_2245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699052877809567650" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: left; ">They drive me nuts and are the bane of my existence. Such spoiled, pampered creatures sleeping on beds and getting kisses and cuddles 24/7. Even on Facebook, Gordon Drummond and B.f. Thorneycroft are two cats who love to bug me all the </span><span style="text-align: left;">time and you know I never do a thing to deserve it, do I? Don’t answer that.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Blue Jays</b> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiQbwKT7gmBAzvlYdhVQqu0BBNVDxDtJx1L9Q10Gwcst_vTyPrx5hxDRI3HqpbOkGYylnMqqu34u5Ia-Hg6gIIiMtpb8r7v6i5U28XuzfvsK3t2q61j7e4cL69hsc2OYRibS-YWWMK0A/s400/Blue+Jay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699054741311880290" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px; " /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: left; ">They drive me crazy with their shrill squawking and how they swoop down and take food out of my food dish. One of these days I’m going to have some Blue</span><span style="text-align: left; "> Jay for dinner. It’s only right since they eat my food.</span></div><p></p></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Tanner</b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9glNVG1-ufUcgxTyssxBAtwGVDjsZZ_N0u497DJjPDeShYgAZRiKLMro6Wg2EIbSVsT02JbH7qAPVSzSx1qavbj3lCmiHYagNsXOmqxpaxP4NmRrGQCr675NNdX9_E1Hct2rn_4Hmrg/s400/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699053395331457714" style="text-align: left;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div></div><p class="MsoNormal">He's always in my face and trying to pick a fight. I can’t help it that I’m so incredibly macho and virile. Come on, Tanner. Face it, ol boy! You just don’t have the winning combination of matinee idol good looks and charm that I’ve got. Girls don’t squeal with delight at you now, do they? I’m Alpha Dog and always will be. Get over it, already, Tan Boy!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Summer</b></p><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RR3NDNMFDEMuP20k_pU0v5zJ9X6Sh81i0kpclAc-zoUgm5PcgiGwc3VAXQYNOnmNAqegzgB6rXModo1oJrInkDab109k2fr1NM34-fNxptqrDG9SGGymHv-dLmFtqBbkMa2gXakSQVs/s400/IMG_0937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699055656995253298" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px; " /></div><div></div><p class="MsoNormal">Way too hot for this snow dog. I know all you folks out there prefer summer to the cold of winter but not me. I live for winter. It energizes me and I just love snow as all my FB pals know so well. Summer makes my fur look like an old leaking pillow. I lie around like a lump panting my brains out. Even this sad excuse for a pool doesn’t cool me off much. Yep, much prefer winter.</p><p class="MsoNormal">So that's about it for some of my pet peeves. What are yours? </p></div></div></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-86725804513473359972011-11-20T07:52:00.000-08:002011-11-20T07:56:24.914-08:00An Ode to the Snow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_djWrdsC8yKbw6AXG0FsQAOjVoCehStkp5p7m7cENhvHXZdKNjojZm4w-3WTl4ODCjzPJDjwt44oXNZ1i7zvqvx-8yuwNuIE6U0QT8Ri9mCn_4LLVDn24EeDbyRVeu1pjabCjl-MOxPc/s1600/P1050027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_djWrdsC8yKbw6AXG0FsQAOjVoCehStkp5p7m7cENhvHXZdKNjojZm4w-3WTl4ODCjzPJDjwt44oXNZ1i7zvqvx-8yuwNuIE6U0QT8Ri9mCn_4LLVDn24EeDbyRVeu1pjabCjl-MOxPc/s400/P1050027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677107263491806466" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I can’t wait for the snow</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To cover the ground,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To hear the wind blow</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What a wonderful sound!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cause I love the snow, so fluffy and white</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I love how it glows both day and night,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I like to roll in snow and toss it in the air</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I like how it glistens as it falls on my hair </p><p class="MsoNormal">(Okay fur, but it doesn’t rhyme with air. Artistic liberty, don'tcha know?)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m a Northern dog who likes the cold</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m rugged, robust, brash and bold,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hurry up snow, or I’ll have to chase a cat</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Winter is my season, but I’m sure you knew that!;)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-58108132699489581002011-10-10T06:13:00.000-07:002011-10-10T06:23:15.694-07:00Canadian Thanksgiving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsxdE1iwf0YzQAmYNWjUNKYD0w8xmgtNqaUDG9hYFGj5ysaoKZvlJBUVs9LcA71Tfv434CfJVS8WkAzZn7ctu2YG4fCVD6PtN1sTpnHlvC4G1icTYjh8UTwloJ92efmLN0uLLiNFw1OI/s1600/84BCD587-0F56-4F53-B8F9-F10C64EB5B5A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsxdE1iwf0YzQAmYNWjUNKYD0w8xmgtNqaUDG9hYFGj5ysaoKZvlJBUVs9LcA71Tfv434CfJVS8WkAzZn7ctu2YG4fCVD6PtN1sTpnHlvC4G1icTYjh8UTwloJ92efmLN0uLLiNFw1OI/s400/84BCD587-0F56-4F53-B8F9-F10C64EB5B5A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661853470747390034" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">It’s Thanksgiving here in Canada today. What a glorious weekend we’ve had with summer weather! I loved my walk in the woods and hope I get another one today. Hint, hint! Oh yoohoooooooooooo! Arf, arf, roooooo! Can't be subtle with those humans. I have to make myself heard!<br /><br />This weather is unreal for Canadians who are used to freezing their butts off most of the year. I like the cold weather myself but I know the humans prefer it warmer. Guess they don’t have as much fur as me to keep them warm.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My humans had their turkey dinner yesterday. As usual, we dogs didn’t get invited, but they were kind enough to give us a few leftovers. Slurp. YUM! Turkey hash, delicious!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful and give thanks for all the good things in our lives.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Here are ten things I’m thankful for:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">1. First of all, I’m thankful for being so incredibly handsome and a chick magnet.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2. I’m thankful for being so incredibly handsome and a chick magnet. Oh, yeh, did that one already. Sorry!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">3. I’m thankful for being so clever, funny and humble, too. *Grins and teeth ping in the sunlight*</p> <p class="MsoNormal">4. I’m thankful for my four humans. They have their flaws but overall they’re a pretty good bunch and treat me well.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">5. I’m thankful to live in Canada with so much fresh air and nice woods for me to romp in. I don’t like all the stupid cars on my street so I’m grateful to escape into the woods.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">6. I’m thankful for old socks to chew on. The boys are good at giving me an endless supply. YUM!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">7. I’m thankful for mud puddles to jump in. Wish there were more of them around.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">8. I’m thankful that Canada has nice long winters with lots of snow for me to play in.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">9. I’m thankful to have food in my bowl and love in my heart. Who could ask for anything more?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">10. Finally, I’m thankful to have so many wonderful Facebook friends around the world. You guys are the best! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">What are you thankful for?</p>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-86916932754209222922011-10-09T04:35:00.000-07:002011-10-09T05:12:13.875-07:00A Walk in the Woods with Loup on October 8, 2011<div style="text-align: left;">A walk in the woods is one of my most favourite things there is along with jumping in mud puddles, chewing socks and roadside garbage.</div> <p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGOMnaauKWRYPtpg8Q7pI8zA68qtu1MF85B0sC4VChlulnMRgs9pvni0E_f8VrQhTBtD269-_0Xwk0O7yHOOxDYo0MFI4POvK16aysJGER-WFrWffFjuNoR3ErtgMF3X82weL94Ans6YM/s400/IMG_1794.JPG" /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Here I am with my trusty walker, Eric as we’re just about to enter the woods behind us. I’ve got my rubber bone to accompany me.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Here we are on the trail. LOVE IT! Hmmm, I sure have a cute butt, don't I? Eat your heart out, Tanner.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtz0WOtUwwM6aXU0ruyiR5-vzY5bv6-sQH3s3hW1i51rPHKBkghw5AEtGTY1t61hxiIm7mbNqhx25egTd9KWThxk1pz0nN0gYjNf_PAPdXNB6U3bMDp0iLaSgeIRxsypOW5X3_4qoLdM/s400/IMG_1798.JPG" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I love all the interesting sights, sounds and especially smells on my walk. Here Tanner, Tyna and I check out a really good smell. *Sniffffffff* AHHHHH! Rabbit and mice holes are my favourite and I especially like pee-marked bushes left from other dogs.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmzh-FbXwmogrIGlLW8XtC_sTfytl_Q82R4-xIyE63rTEim0AZINIFKiBr2qqIXUexrJGi0ohyphenhyphenylVlnTBsd-NSI_2GUR7bPgQLDeWB_cI56CDcXZxCYG63JVlnAiwji1P-Huh5f46OuqM/s400/IMG_1803.JPG" /></p><p class="MsoNormal">It’s fall here in Canada and the leaves are changing colour really fast. Cathy loves all the colours. I guess they’re okay but I go for the smells with a big nose like mine. Sniff, sniff, ahhhhh!</p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-T9w0mozTDXgIV8kRC8q87W1IyCtNVSjqApcVbGtM8I1ij7syu8kD4FpDCSLVeZRlmyXvxrWLak6gN3BDx2ELcUquk9FeeAysQCqlV3I_susI4l2icVczxW1crmJQzCAyE1jABRjR2mI/s400/IMG_1770.JPG" /><br /><br />Already the ground is covered as you can see. Won’t be long til the big W. YAY! Can't wait for that!<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHQ9S1yhAdc7wPWKBIJsWpWPxtqnhN_U6EShEqEiSx2E-D1hPkCT4iTHImLBSxvo69FIq-FOyQjUWLm4wQCi8ydHzRWroHPs_km-L3gnCphH_3nHWYYr17jeUXZSbAaztlQVEZ1XuEqA/s400/IMG_1802.JPG" /><br /><br />Here is Tyna enjoying her walk.<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC_WalhXOAfOt3gENcyCugqEfTJ51Ff-jS6JihLnAHf0-0xMMJo87UENRQAGH6g_kHPNltkYfLR_x-pRXIxXSPVV-AzQ-p-6YH2OtYC6bvabj5kF_sgneepPx6X6prIH5kB2Fcejhcq0/s400/IMG_1805.JPG" /><br /><br />I didn’t want to put this picture in but Cathy insisted. But why? It’s MY walk I’m writing about, not hers. Next she’ll want me to put in a picture of Tanner. NO WAY!<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinY4angDMt7cif8tmNwOPRyLsvH4xnS4kGK4Rc4tjq2-Tu1ZqbFM8EJtIzLFYWzbo5R8WEhmJPj6D-npOsgZV8nz2NA2NWlC-4D0V19Yzaf-XtVLDVrg63LzvOMnviMJ1pAjYdhgX8y2I/s400/IMG_1799.JPG" /><br /><br />UGH! She made me put in a picture of Tanner. She said they should be included since they were on the walk, too. That Tanner is my nemesis. He's so jealous of me. I can’t help being so incredibly handsome and clever. It's not my fault. Sigh.<br /><br />The day was so sunny and warm, it was almost too hot for October. *Pant, pant, pant*<div><br /></div><div>Here I am resting up until the next time I get to go for a walk in the woods.<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5HMnFbG7wSQpN4urAFfQsJqbvu3TyZC6_W7Gq_-vibVFcJAxPvQkwOsVqrQFMq6o5-jtbnb47qAerZMf5VAU3arH3gQKcZEycZOlyQ_cpBYHW2avWT3pi5t1f1cskO6w1G1vjZ4Q_Jc/s400/IMG_1808.JPG" /><br /><br />I’m panting cause I’m so hot. And you thought I was smiling, didn’t you? Well, I am smiling, too, cause I’m “Happy go lucky, live in the moment Loup” and am always in a good mood, except when dogs like Tanner try to pick a fight with me. He's just annoyed cause I'm the Alpha Dog and he thinks he is, too. There can only be one, Tanner, and I'm it. Get over it already!<br /><br />Until next time, I send some nice slobbery and loving licks to all my friends.<br /><br />Love Loup</div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-77714766007867756032011-09-10T11:58:00.000-07:002011-09-10T12:10:55.828-07:00Loup drops by to say hi!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyECGHKx1vd5-a4gAyZ4QUjEyfz8i8iRYef52HIuxHEkf8bcVC95LjhC9OmdpdyUcn1aL38emjZKpaKL1JIzSIKKTS8lRxRvDJ98DPyBfxRuCT_M0VgAq7oo9xxpNGKfwzraJeB_cPv_w/s1600/IMG_0643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyECGHKx1vd5-a4gAyZ4QUjEyfz8i8iRYef52HIuxHEkf8bcVC95LjhC9OmdpdyUcn1aL38emjZKpaKL1JIzSIKKTS8lRxRvDJ98DPyBfxRuCT_M0VgAq7oo9xxpNGKfwzraJeB_cPv_w/s400/IMG_0643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650808169898222578" /></a><br /><br />Hi everyone! Hope you're enjoying the arrival of fall. I love it. The cooler weather suits me just fine and it's that much closer to W.. Well, you know what I mean. Cathy doesn't allow me to use the W word. She says it will come soon enough and then it's here forever. <br /><br />Woohoo! My pal Rumpy interviewed me this week and a good job he did with it, too. He's a natural journalist. Look at all the interviews he's done lately. He puts me to shame.<br /><br />Feel free to read all about me right here. <br /><br /><a href="http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/friends-around-the-world-the-canadian-club/">http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/friends-around-the-world-the-canadian-club/</a><br /><br />I like rereading it myself but then I am rather narcissistic at times, Cathy says. Don't know what that means exactly but it is a cool word, don'tcha think? Nar SIH SIS TIC. I like it.<br /><br />That Rumpy puts me to shame with all his blogging and networking. What a great dog he is! I'm so lucky to have him as a pal. He's the best! Glad to see his blog is taking off and he's getting the acknowledgement he deserves. And to think I knew him when. Sigh.<br /><br />Until Next Time, don't do anything I wouldn't do...in other words, the sky's the limit. GO FOR IT! Love LoupLouphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-15758295043120822332011-09-05T07:44:00.001-07:002011-09-05T08:04:42.559-07:00Interview with Rumpy T. Drummond<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWErR35WHs0OnLCJhGdJgwhCM7cfdhQxMtWBK6FyFxPkVfzXC5tmL43s-tznzkmk5bW2QRFdJGW028HT48e2rsBsfSodttG-n5pbPGf5vhaccTon-jLcASMUIyETfrPuYYJeRBy6botVk/s1600/216497_168804256509757_100001405511483_423026_7165663_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWErR35WHs0OnLCJhGdJgwhCM7cfdhQxMtWBK6FyFxPkVfzXC5tmL43s-tznzkmk5bW2QRFdJGW028HT48e2rsBsfSodttG-n5pbPGf5vhaccTon-jLcASMUIyETfrPuYYJeRBy6botVk/s400/216497_168804256509757_100001405511483_423026_7165663_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648891618650538130" /></a><br />Hi everyone! It's been a while since I wrote on my blog but Cathy was away on vacation in Cape Breton and PEI. She took her laptop with her so what could I do? Wish I had my own laptop but them's the breaks! It was hard and I suffered terrible withdrawal but luckily I had some socks to chew on for comfort.<br /><br />Today I have a real treat for you. I interviewed my bud, fellow Malamute, Rumpy T. Drummond who lives down in Tennessee. I wonder if he has one of those cool Southern accents when he goes woo, wooooo! <br /><br />I just know you'll love getting to know Rumpy better and another way to get to know him is by following him on Facebook, Twitter and on his blog, <a href="http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/a-day-of-rest-for-hard-working-dogs/#comments">http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/a-day-of-rest-for-hard-working-dogs/#comments</a> Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">1. So what’s it like being so popular on Facebook and Twitter, Rumpy? I have lots of female admirers and I’m sure you do, too. How do you handle all the fame and stay so down to earth about it all?</span><br /><br />Oh Dog, it feels so good to be SOOOO well-loved! To think that I went from homeless to known around the world is nothing short of AMAZING! I guess sometimes I do let the popularity go to my head, but usually I'm too busy to think about it. Blogging and social networking is hard work and it takes alot of time out of my day! <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">2. Rumour has it that you like cookies. What is your favourite kind of cookie?</span><br /><br />Did you say cookies???? *drool* I LOVE cookies! The highlight of my day is that every evening Jen gives us each a cookie after we go outside for a final perimeter check. If she's late in letting us out, I am quick to remind her of the time. <br /><br />We have to eat special cookies because DeDe is on a restricted diet, so most of the cookies I eat these days are made with some kinda fish. Mmmmmm..... they are mighty good!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">3. What is your favourite movie? If you could pick a movie to star in, what would it be?</span><br /><br />Hmmmm..... that's a hard one. I don't watch many movies. My obvious favorite is Snow Dogs. I really think they should have waited a few years so we'd be around to star in that one. Nothing against that Demon dog mind you. <br /><br />If I could star in a movie I think I'd want to be a detective- like Poirot or Sam Spade. All the ladies would love me and all the bad guys would fear me. Or maybe a musical. I am a talented crooner ya know.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">4. So I hear that DeDe has her own advice column? How does that make you feel? Do you like helping her with it? Is all the fame going to her head?</span> <br /><br />DeDe is a goofball, but she's a good kid. I have to help her with that advice column, but I gotta admit she's getting better. I don't worry about her near as much as I do the kitties..... ever since I started this blog they've been plotting to take it over.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">5. Is it true that you like Barney, the purple dinosaur? *shudders* *GAG* Why, Rumpy? Please tell us why. I need to understand.</span><br /><br />Oh Loup! I LOVE Barney! I have this fantasy of singing and dancing and running through the park with him. I don't understand why nobody likes him anymore. Of course i can understand a dog not liking a purple dinosaur, but I do get upset with human adults who dis Barney and other icons that children worship. I think it's mean and sets a bad example to the children because it sends the message that things the child values are not important.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">6. Why do you like cats? Doesn’t it go against your natural instincts? (I know I have trouble with that predator/prey instinct and don’t get invited out to parties much.)</span><br /><br />You're right- most Malamutes don't get along with cats. But when I came to stay with Jen there were cats in the house and I stayed outside. But I wanted to be inside with everybody else, so she told me I could as long as I respected everyone else. It's been hard but I have done well I think. I learned how to not pee inside and live with cats. Now I feel like I can do anything!<br /><br />Now I'm not gonna lie- if I was outside and a cat was in my yard, I'd treat him just like any other prey. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">7. Describe a typical day in your life.</span><br /><br />Well, you know that I USED to get to go to doggie daycare, but now that Jen has taken yet ANOTHER pay cut she says she can't afford to send me anymore. That's why I started blogging ya know, so hopefully I could eventually I could make some money to go back to daycare. <br /><br />So anyway, we start the day by the cats waking Jen up as early as possible by acting like they're starving to death. They run and jump and meow and act all dramatical- it's quite a spectacle! Then after Jen finds her glasses me and DeDe go outside for an initial perimeter check. After breakfast and Jen getting dressed we each take a walk. Then it's guard duty while Jen works. <br /><br />In the evenings we spend some time in the yard hanging out, playing, fussing at neighbors and squirrels. Then we get that final treat.... COOKIES!!! Of course I am working on my blog throughout the day, so there's always something to do.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">8. What is your favourite season? Does it start with W? (Say yes!) Why do you like it so much?</span><br /><br />Oh Loup, this has been a VERY rough summer on me. The heat, the humidity, and of course losing Sage was hard as well. I can't wait until winter is here again! I want to run and play and chase Jen all over the yard!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">9. If you could travel anywhere you wanted, where would you go?</span><br /><br />I would go to the North Pole to visit Santa. Then I would apply for a job so I could live there year-round. I LOVE Santa, and it's always been my dream to be a part of his team..... even though I'm not a reindeer. I could LEARN to fly!!! <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">10. If you could help the world in some way, what would you do?</span><br /><br />I think I help just by being who and what I am. Let's face it- in these days and times humams are hurting. They are angry, but most of that anger masks hurt. And it's not just in the US that happens. It's happening all over the world. So while a human would NEVER let their hair down and play with another human, they can feel free to play and sing and say whatever they want to me! And in return they get some time when life is good and happy again.Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-61057937952184359572011-08-14T12:48:00.000-07:002011-08-14T14:12:55.999-07:00Heaven help us as Tyna speaks out
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6cXJE5ILkG7MLuxiMokXEU-Fq5nT-dOiR3efDFW4_vd-4Llv2pMD0UozkEQhc6606jCVdXudRcKww5AfYwaOFOldP9sjKnLKq4c9wf6YeUiOGKqUdgvVhFEdB8J61WmIpHwUpbYUWJA/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6cXJE5ILkG7MLuxiMokXEU-Fq5nT-dOiR3efDFW4_vd-4Llv2pMD0UozkEQhc6606jCVdXudRcKww5AfYwaOFOldP9sjKnLKq4c9wf6YeUiOGKqUdgvVhFEdB8J61WmIpHwUpbYUWJA/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640820803126511570" /></a>
<br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span">I just read on Rumpy's blog that DeDe got a chance to speak and she even has a help column. What is the world coming to?</span></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
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<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>A help column? Good grief! Now you've done it, Rumpy! She'll think she's the next Doggie Ann Landers at this rate. Now you're in trouble! </b></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Tyna is really upset to hear that DeDe got to blog on Rumpy's blog and she is having a fit as I write. Always something. *Rolls eyes*
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<br />She is bellowing and insisting that her voice be heard. Oh, Tyna. Go away! I'm trying to concentrate on my blogging. Go brood somewhere else already. Go tell Tanner your troubles. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Now Tyna. You look upset or is that just your regular expression? Hard to tell sometimes with those droopy jowls. You know I was only kidding. My, you're looking lovely today. *Sniff, sniff* Is that rotten fish you rolled in? Smells divine. I like your makeup job though you do go a little heavy on the black eyeliner and you didn't need to outline your lips with it, too. Are you trying to look like a Goth or something? You do need a new hairdresser though. Your fur is a mess. I know it's tempting to roll in smelly stuff but it doesn't do much for your fur, Dear.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Now, calm down, Tyna. There's a good girl. *Pats Tyna's furry head* Want me to get some valium for you? Now just relax, my dear. You're getting much too agitated and ups</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>TYNA BUTTING IN HERE and believe me with my big head and shoulders, I'm good at butting in:</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgYN3h5GU4SPtIybE-zEruegMJS4oiCUitDT-Rb6s_uiTYugswiDbgfHdiJXqu450XI0k-zYckawkkW0wfgWJsXObrdjlbQ2xm67v_tjHxLQ1jOUpeAkh61cUUr-_DlgsW2oKVZArIHU/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" />"Yes, it's me, the gorgeous and very intelligent Tyna, the St. Bernard who lives with those huskies (who rely on instinct more than brains), Tanner and Alex, and that incorrigible scalliwag, Malamute, Loup. </b></span></div><div></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><b>I've had it with Loup ignoring me and flirting with the ladies on Facebook. I put up with his fling with Winnie but don't think that it didn't sting a little or maybe that's the poison ivy I rolled in. Hard to tell.</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Does he think it doesn't hurt to have him treat me this way? And I'm so good to him, too. I always visit him first thing in the morning and we have our little ritual where I let him chase me and let him have a good sniff.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>And I let him use his pool and don't object when he won't let me use it, too. I know he has his selfish ways. I've put up with them for years.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I had my sights set on him when we first met but no longer. He was so rugged, mysterious, and handsome when he first arrived on our doorstep. What girl doggie wouldn't be swept away by him? I know Cathy was smitten and she's a human. She wants to write a paranormal shapeshifter story and have Loup be the Alpha dog or is it the Alpha male, I forget. Oh, Cathy, give me a break. *GAGS and big clump of slimy grass pops out*
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<br />But now I feel that Loup is just not worth it. I'm going to move on. I've started a self improvement course of diet and exercise and I feel great. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I go out to lunch with my girlfriends and they actually listen to me which is more than I can say for Loup who treats me like a bimbo.</b></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Loup says I'm too high maintenance. I AM NOT high maintenance. Okay, so I whine and bellow a bit too much at the mere hint of a thunderstorm or when the wind comes up or when he goes out for a night with the boys. Excuse me for living! Hmph! I just need some attention now and then. Is that too much to ask? I really don't ask for much. I could be like that prissy Winnie who has her owner Wendy at her beck and call. I'm not like that. CATHHEEEEEE! Where are you? The wind just came up. BARK! BARK! </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I might be a little on the neurotic side but like Loup's predator/prey instinct, my neuroticism is part of my charm along with my doggy smell. I can't help it.
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<br />There, I got that off my chest. Ahhhhhh, feels much better to be out with it. So freeing and liberating. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Here, Loup you can have the blog back. I'm done."</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Loup here. *Scans the blog* So I go out with the guys? What's wrong with that? I am NOT selfish. So Tyna, you're all better now, eh? That's great. Glad to hear it. So could you rustle me up some dinner? I'm starved and I'm going bowling later with some of the guys. Oh, you know who they are. They're nice guys. You know. There's Rumpy, Archie, Chance, Dylan, Oscar, Elliott, Dugan and Hunter. All nice guys, each one.
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<br />Now could you get right on that, Toots? There's a good girl now.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Now, Tyna. Don't look that way. It's most unattractive. I didn't mean it. OUCH! Stop hitting me with that bone. I didn't mean it. OUCH! </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Okay, readers. I'm outta here. This is too much to take. Off I go for a few beers and some rolling in gross stuff with the boys before bowling. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Until next time, be good the way I always am! *Fake halo springs out over top of devil horns*</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>
<br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">*Makes note to always work on blog when Tyna is napping</span>* </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
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<br /></div></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-73535192126249128282011-08-10T08:01:00.000-07:002011-08-10T08:19:40.790-07:00You can't rain on my parade!<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lC2Fu20X_KY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div>
<br /></div><div>Since it's pouring rain out there, I thought I'd post some different Youtube videos of songs about rain. I just love rain, almost as much as snow. Only a few more months. Ahhh, can't wait!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I dedicate "Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain" to Winnie. All you doggies out there, listen up. Listen carefully to the lyrics about broken hearts. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>That Winnie. Sigh. Sniff. She knows all about breaking hearts, that doggie does. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Darn, got some rain in my eye. *Wipes eye* Ehem...where was I?
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<br /></div><div>Here's something a little more cheerful to lighten the mood. *Grabs soggy Kleenex* HONK! Winnie, why did you do this to me? Sniff. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>*Listens to Burt Bacharach music* Ahh, that's better. I can dig it. I'm feeling more cheerful already. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>OOH, Cool scenery in this one. Wish I was there by that stormy ocean. I'd love that. So wild and unpredictable. Sorta like me that way.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So how does a rainy day make you feel? Does it make you happy or sad or just plain annoyed?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I'm all cheerful again. Even Winnie can't keep me down for too long. She broke my heart, it's true, but it's been a while now. I'm livin' the single life and lovin' it playin' out in the field. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Hear that Tyna and Winnie. I'm lovin it! No attachments for this doggie, except for my leash.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>You won't rain on my parade!</div><div>
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<br /></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-15790269195921580432011-08-08T05:52:00.000-07:002011-08-08T07:07:41.357-07:00Seven Wonders of Our WorldCathy asked me to guest post and write about "Seven wonders of the world" for her Writer's Post blogging group this week.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div>She said she could have done it herself, but thought I might give it a certain edginess and dramatic flair.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div>It is true that I'm the better writer, but don't tell her that. Don't want to burst the poor girl's bubble. I'm even more popular than her on Facebook. The ladies just love me. What can I say? It's a gift.</div><div><div>
<br /></div><div>Here are our Seven Wonders of the World:</div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div>Here's Tanner who is trouble with a capitol "T"</div><div>He tries so hard to pick a fight with me,</div><div>
<br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid4Q-0t4KQ3zqATNl3C2bQ9FJraWGPnriMNmb_mKxUe2yRBIS61__HwmbDk_qf2tmKwt3edDn_uDhdF7AY2vfcp0kIop9d1yJlAs_iDF34mo2se1WT035AhALs8dS20KAYs-aEQ6MSDE/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638479357718330946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
<br /></span></div><div>Then there's poor old Alex who's blind and lame</div><div>At least his keen appetite is still the same,</div><div>
<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYM4PduO_UR00EGklz2qPiXD-UAuA6hvBUAD3OoKjdCGwDenAG766M0GuOHKyR4fERMSmE68zMLWbIUnwUcCD2gltYTy3RvIg19SvL5pBJaKdtmQuOj2bSL48aqLagWdGmjjFCKnQkYQ/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638479813713453586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div> </div><div>Then there's Rosie, such a cheeky tabby</div><div>So haughty and smug, and a little bit crabby,</div><div>
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<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpL_7RCQffRfq6_1P_XALpjWcx25bSxdFeEyC4OrIYjkqIKZnl7nUw0CNtwAHLJ_9mVKewZ45WRYiCHxYXLttuGh976bCGMp4-qD8T7qnIk7HNvpQQh3J4fxGdORQobBho5DO9Mkia7I/s320/P2190148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638480538603811218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div>Then there's Tyna who is smitten with me</div><div>How much more lovesick can this dog be?</div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0Rwv9jfiD1CkS5lrtX5xsoTOJ0auKuCyXvWl7lN-lVU4ggcodpcEfjGDk5Kskni5dFVJtLfOxKSKYvGh91WX8uX6fR7rkQs1PIMcFGPl3V2db1ZpMTJuam5LFXr2obIjJXAeDqwjY1I/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Then there's Maggie, both skittery and lazy</div><div>So weird in behaviour, she drives Brian crazy,</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Then there's Daisy, the youngest cat</div><div>Cute and playful, and a bit of a brat,</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>And finally there's me, the famous Loup</div><div>I'm the most wondrous, yes, it's true!</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>They should erect a Loup statue under a tree </div><div>All the tourists would come and take pictures of me,</div><div>They would whisper my name with both awe and fear </div><div>And say that the wondrous Loup Graham lived here.</div></div></div></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-17352837716340244102011-08-07T05:17:00.000-07:002011-08-07T05:29:29.611-07:00Friendship Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTKWphrSxEItrTywTYhvoi_nuUXGExhCHSa43xs-g4smjNp8H99JV29NA0utVRf3LUqFnLyRa6I6-qGP8bDni8a3Yht9td7VXFJp2XRSr2q7D1oaI-vgZPTAe_JM7QC2Q2VvVPUsJ4X8/s1600/IMG_0943.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTKWphrSxEItrTywTYhvoi_nuUXGExhCHSa43xs-g4smjNp8H99JV29NA0utVRf3LUqFnLyRa6I6-qGP8bDni8a3Yht9td7VXFJp2XRSr2q7D1oaI-vgZPTAe_JM7QC2Q2VvVPUsJ4X8/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638089537394118978" /></a><div>My good pal, Rumpy, wrote about Friendship Day in his blog <a href="http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/tails-of-friendship/">http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/tails-of-friendship/</a> so I decided to do the same. Rumpy is one of my best FB pals. He's the greatest but then he's a Malamute. Was there ever any doubt? Even if he does like Barney the Dinosaur, I still think Rumpy is the best!</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I like my FB friends best of all 'cause I don’t really have a lot of real life friends.</div><div><p class="MsoNormal">Oh, of course there’s Tyna but she’s so lovesick that it gets a little nauseating sometimes. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tanner hates me so forget trying to be friends with him. Believe me, I have tried but he’s jealous of me being the Alpha Dog. What can I say? It’s a burden being so incredibly handsome and virile but I do my best to persevere. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then there’s poor Al boy but he’s so aged that I can’t really play with him very much. He sleeps most of the time anyhow.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There are the three cats but I’ve got that predator/prey instinct pretty bad so friendship isn’t a good idea. Rosie would be mighty tasty to nibble on though as she is so plump and juicy. *Drools* Tanner almost got her yesterday when he broke off his rope. You should have seen it! *whistles* It was so cool! YEH! *Waves paw in the air* There goes another life, Rosie. How many have you got left now? Not too many, I imagine.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of course I like my human family who took me in when I was a vagabond wandering the dusty roads alone. They’re the best friends around. They feed me, walk me, play with me, and take care of me. I owe them a lot. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cathy read somewhere that Malamutes aren’t very loyal and like whoever is feeding them and being nice to them. That’s not true! By the way, got any toys or treats for me? If you do, I’ll be right over.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am so grateful for my Facebook buds who enrich my life so much. You make me laugh. You make me cry. You teach me a lot since I don't get out much so thanks!<br /><br />It's great to know you. Thanks, guys! You’re all the best! </p></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-8902604535580836652011-08-02T07:50:00.000-07:002011-08-02T08:04:52.061-07:00Don't Worry, Be Happy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLAYGxO7Xy21-E2uIIK4mMPLSN7MJ6gKRmxeevzc2RT6aMfSfAVZ-cMcwfGTeNYtSDYhp8zT26TjzfljGrcbvJZmgy8HtjX80cpcJ1twqh5KbEJg0nKGds1Sq25xsSXCUv1c_Or7zhC4/s1600/IMG_1165.JPG" a="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5QCa95OtkiidCnHFKvG97dxB5cUfTyvTZsaZt7M8UGLfaHmqUYxlVj7tjksYzmYWmCnvCqpg49ocdgOPotLxHqWibCHnVehOYhYHwYIJosUZUre1WutQ0ep85OV0gLQlcQdcg1wG8C8/s1600/IMG_1165.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5QCa95OtkiidCnHFKvG97dxB5cUfTyvTZsaZt7M8UGLfaHmqUYxlVj7tjksYzmYWmCnvCqpg49ocdgOPotLxHqWibCHnVehOYhYHwYIJosUZUre1WutQ0ep85OV0gLQlcQdcg1wG8C8/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636271621931989298" /></a><br /><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d-diB65scQU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; " ><i><b>Here's my simple little message today delivered by Bobby McFerrin. Love this song. </b></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; " ><i><b>*Wiggles furry hips and dances around the yard doing cartwheels and hip hop* YEH! Everybody dance now!</b></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; " ><i><b>This song is directed at you, Tanner. Stop barking and making such a fuss already. Tyna, stop your brooding!</b></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><i><b>As Bobby says, "In this life, we got some trouble, but if you worry, you make it double." How very true!</b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">And here's a good quote by </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Barbara de Angelis </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">about happiness to keep in mind.</span></b></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">"No one is in control of your happiness but you; therefore, you have the power to change anything</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "> about yourself or your life that you want to change."</span></b></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><i><b>I'm always happy, well, except when Tanner or those mean German shepherds are trying to pick a fight with me. Then my survival instinct kicks in and I become "Kick Ass Loup". </b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><i><b>What can I say? My name is "Loup" (Wolf) after all.</b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><i><b>Love "Happy Go Lucky" Loup, living in the moment and loving it! </b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " ><i><b>Hope you're doing that, too!</b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></span></i></p></div><div><br /></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-48957582866579901492011-08-01T04:11:00.001-07:002011-08-01T04:16:37.464-07:00Ode to a Blue Jay<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJsTSkoluRQ454OyKLexVBTIp5u0Cnmit-Dz8e9ui_6hd619dWok1R_dSSElMzR9LuPmqPDvs1J2oy9CJZSSNtst_sq3VHxYTu88TpE3yi7GHeHH8iRlYDiQHQLxPHhTxpvi5R5hkUhQ/s1600/blue_jay_glamour.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJsTSkoluRQ454OyKLexVBTIp5u0Cnmit-Dz8e9ui_6hd619dWok1R_dSSElMzR9LuPmqPDvs1J2oy9CJZSSNtst_sq3VHxYTu88TpE3yi7GHeHH8iRlYDiQHQLxPHhTxpvi5R5hkUhQ/s320/blue_jay_glamour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635843766434484194" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">You really like to squawk and squeak</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You screech and shriek, and peep,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mr. Blue Feathers with the pointy beak</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Some of us are trying to sleep!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I know you’re only after my food</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You’re always in my dish,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Don’t you think it’s kinda rude?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I guess scavenger is your niche,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You are related to a crow after all</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I read it on a site,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You and your screechy, grating call</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Always starting a fight,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I read that your wings aren’t really blue</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And that it’s really just a trick of light,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m never too old to learn something new</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now if I’d only learn to be polite!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But the weirdest thing I read</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Was all about a thing called “anting”,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes, you heard me, that’s what I said!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m not just howling and panting,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You rub ants under your wings </p> <p class="MsoNormal">That sure is a weird thing to do,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I always learn so many things</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Living in my backyard zoo.</p>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-25536793529146904402011-07-28T04:18:00.000-07:002011-07-28T04:40:23.641-07:00Littlest Hobo<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ENHuWg5z2u4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Here is the theme music from a Canadian show that used to be on in the 1960s about a drifter German shepherd who helped people. They also had a 1980s version but Cathy liked the old one better. It was back in the days when the world was black and white. Must have been strange.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've posted the theme music here and it's in Japanese, too which is kinda cool. Guess the show was shown all around the world. Wish I had a TV show that was shown around the world. Ahh, a dog can dream.<br /><br />I'm too young to remember this show since it was practically the dark ages but then Cathy is getting on in years. Cathy used to love this show even though she found it sad that Hobo never had a home. He would help people through their crisis and then keep moving on.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't like the fact that there's a German Shepherd named London in the starring role but I'm not that fond of German Shepherds since there are two mean ones down the road from me who jump on me just for passing by their house. I know they're jealous of me but do they have to attack me all the time? Geesh! One of these days I'm going to wipe the floor with the both of them. GRRR!<br /><br />I can identify with Hobo since I was a drifter before I came to live with Cathy and the gang. I was abandoned on an old dusty farm road where I wandered around for a while til Brian took me in.<br /><br />I'm just like Hobo because I like to help poor lost souls, too, cause I am so incredibly altruistic. Correction. I'm basically a selfish sod who is out for Number 1 most of the time, but I do bring joy into others' lives just by being me, don't I? That counts for something, doesn't it?<br /><br />I can truthfully say that I have transformed Cathy's life and enriched it greatly. Poor girl doesn't get out much and I do my bit to make her happy and give her life purpose. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm happy to stay put now. Still, the wanderer part of me does daydream about life out on the road. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing holding me down.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>No leash. </div><div><br /></div><div>No Tyna ogling me all the time. </div><div><br /></div><div>No Tanner wanting to pick a fight every minute.</div><div><br /></div><div>No shackles of any kind. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ahhhhhhhh, a dog can dream.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until Next Time. Have a good one all!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love Wanderlusting Loup</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-17485037254968094072011-07-27T05:02:00.000-07:002011-07-27T05:32:17.951-07:00Sweet Summertime!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31Qumsqs2zSVVqquSUNJiYhjmgLwnKvXV9I-ELuCaHJ6JXDOMZgz7RMQTkKVGwBEJI9d86sccp8-A7c9kxQEo1NjIi_kbe-t6IldOezVmooP_x2st0IMfRvIx6li8tFJL3zIy2LHhEs8/s1600/Summer+Loup.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31Qumsqs2zSVVqquSUNJiYhjmgLwnKvXV9I-ELuCaHJ6JXDOMZgz7RMQTkKVGwBEJI9d86sccp8-A7c9kxQEo1NjIi_kbe-t6IldOezVmooP_x2st0IMfRvIx6li8tFJL3zIy2LHhEs8/s320/Summer+Loup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634008917630524130" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I know I complain about the heat since I'm a snow doggie but there are some things about summer that are terrific.<div><br /></div><div>Take songs about summer, for instance. Who can resist them? </div><div><br /></div><div>Summer is such a fun season and only lasts such a short time, especially in Canada where I live. It's the time to have fun outdoors, go to festivals, fall in love, take it easy and relax with a book and your favourite drink. We must embrace it. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I listen to these summer songs, I forget all about the heat and fall in love with summer just like the composers who were inspired by our short, sweet season.</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy our summer, everyone! Winter will be here soon enough. (Hooray!!! OOPS! Sorry! I'm trying to curb my winter enthusiasm. No one else seems to share my winter passion, except for my pal, Rumpy)</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are three of my favourite summer tunes. Hope you enjoy them, too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yDpwaj213tI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7gwl29diADw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB8-gj8KRVM&feature=player_embedded">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB8-gj8KRVM&feature=player_embedded</a></div><div><br /></div><div>These are some of my favourite summer songs. What are yours?</div><div><br /></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-52748403848610330872011-07-25T08:49:00.000-07:002011-07-25T09:02:29.251-07:00Ten reasons why having a dog makes you rich<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvxjkugocDdjIyjOJ1gHetWBT7zwYrdXIPd7NYcqfT2jGXFuhQb7Ra0YhsPFU-j3-Gq5jgovq7aipZAbtSH1JETsveITzVMrXACFufJIQrCm06j7xPu2GKOryiQl61a6R8D0kvZR4aVs/s1600/IMG_0361+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvxjkugocDdjIyjOJ1gHetWBT7zwYrdXIPd7NYcqfT2jGXFuhQb7Ra0YhsPFU-j3-Gq5jgovq7aipZAbtSH1JETsveITzVMrXACFufJIQrCm06j7xPu2GKOryiQl61a6R8D0kvZR4aVs/s320/IMG_0361+%255B1024x768%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633318728637915090" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><i>Happy Monday, Everyone! </i></span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><i>Loup here again.</i></span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><br /></span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><br /></span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><br /></span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><br /></span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><br /></span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">Some of my Caring Cairn owner Facebook friends had this on their status today. It inspired me to write this blog post.</span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">No matter how little money and how few possesions you own, having a dog makes you rich." - Louis Sabin</span></span></b></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; ">Ten reasons why having a dog makes you rich.</p></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in; "></p><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; ">You have to walk us which forces you to get out and exercise. We’re good for your physical and mental health.<br /><br /></p></b></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; ">You become less selfish when you think of your dog’s needs as well as your own.<br /><br /></p></b></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; ">Dogs give unconditional love. Cats, well, not so much.<br /><br /></p></b></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; ">We’re always happy to see you no matter what. Unlike cats!<br /><br /></p></b></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; ">We stroke your ego and make you feel like a king/queen. (Especially if you’ve got treats!)<br /><br /></p></b></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; ">We make it easier for you to break the ice with humans. Geesh, you guys are uptight when it comes to talking to strangers. We pave the way for you and make it easier.<br /><br /></p></b></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; "><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore"><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>We appreciate the small things in life like a good sock to chew on and we make you appreciate them, too.<br /><br /></p></b></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; ">We live in the moment instead of regretting the past or worrying about the future.<br /><br /></p></b></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; ">Our lives our shorter than yours. We remind you that life is short and to make the best of the time you have.<br /><br /></p></b></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in; display: inline !important; ">We are content with very little and grateful for so much. </p></b></span></li></ol><!--[if !supportLists]--><p></p> </b></span><p></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><!--[if !supportLists]--></p>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-31581872889682766672011-07-24T04:44:00.001-07:002011-07-24T05:16:01.273-07:00Sunday Mornings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FwaR2SiBEeHFBJvZ63FUHpQAA-QF6DG1LmxpFs62xyeG1qvK1-sYPRQgzFCARPTifpzDCGOloj7jWmHSwc2VBjvlxIhjEDOIfZeKcZ6AbEhHyMtQxnhjfMj_Osmd6CpcU5uvBDwgqAs/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FwaR2SiBEeHFBJvZ63FUHpQAA-QF6DG1LmxpFs62xyeG1qvK1-sYPRQgzFCARPTifpzDCGOloj7jWmHSwc2VBjvlxIhjEDOIfZeKcZ6AbEhHyMtQxnhjfMj_Osmd6CpcU5uvBDwgqAs/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632890325133102466" /></a><br />Morning All! Hope you're enjoying your weekend!<div><br /></div><div>My Southern Malamute pal, Rumpy, just blogged about Sunday morning <a href="http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/2011/07/24/peaceful-sunday-morning/">http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/2011/07/24/peaceful-sunday-morning/</a> so I'm going to do the same from my Canadian perspective.<div><br /></div><div>It's finally cooler here and the humidity has gone down. Phew! I can breathe again. It has been a real scorcher this past week. Too hot for this snow doggie. I want winter! I want winter! Yeh! Cathy says I shouldn't write this or I might get hate mail. I don't care! I love conflict and controversy. YEH! Bring it on!</div><div><br /></div><div>I love this time of day before the neighbours get up and start being noisy. It's so peaceful and serene. Love it! And you didn't think I was a sensitive doggie, did you? I do have my moments of tranquility before I cut loose. Keep them guessing, I always say. Gotta keep them on their toes around here as they are a fairly complacent bunch.</div><div><br /></div><div>The wind rustles the leaves above us and the air is so fresh and cool. Those blue jays and crows are still being a nuisance but what else is new? Too bad they don't migrate. We're stuck with them year around. Bummer!</div><div><br /></div><div>Tanner is a being a big pain as he's got a gigantic branch caught in his rope. Geesh, that guy will do anything for attention. Doesn't he know that I'm the Alpha Dog and that's that? Give up, already.<br /><br />Tyna is flirting with me as usual. *rolls eyes* It's hard being such a chick magnet but hey, when you got it, flaunt it, I always say.</div><div><br /></div><div>Brian let Alex off his leash to have a little jaunt and he's taken off. Heheh. For a 16-year-old lame, blind dog, he can really move. Hope I'm that spry when I'm 16. Go, Alex!</div><div><br /></div><div>Rosie just puked her breakfast out on the table where Cathy is sitting. Disgusting cat. I never do things like that. ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>Ah, Sunday mornings! Nothing like them. Happy Sunday, everyone!</div></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-12270513610005980292011-07-22T06:20:00.000-07:002011-07-22T06:31:39.870-07:00I LOVE SNOW<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3G9Uxi5Mlr_2Nfq3x7Qi3aMwhfZn51sE6Y7NivU0TXx-s9Vey_4K4lOQqu-o4GdE6IHZqWZfOBdoIRNmf7N9DCH-XcNO-gJuJoXhw5FkHWNzGYvhJIqrSyt4lI8r7DLfAm2lzPPUNs0/s1600/P3080063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3G9Uxi5Mlr_2Nfq3x7Qi3aMwhfZn51sE6Y7NivU0TXx-s9Vey_4K4lOQqu-o4GdE6IHZqWZfOBdoIRNmf7N9DCH-XcNO-gJuJoXhw5FkHWNzGYvhJIqrSyt4lI8r7DLfAm2lzPPUNs0/s320/P3080063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632168826801872530" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Loup’s Winter Song “I Love Snow!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">(sung to the tune of Jingle Bells)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We’re off to take a walk</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m such a happy dog,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Carrying my crusty sock</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And sniffing every log.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Charging through the snow</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With a poor bewildered boy,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I yank him to and fro</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Just like he was a toy.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A rabbit has gone by</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I smell his furry scent,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I heave a heavy sigh</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And wonder where he went.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Snowbanks are such fun</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I take a flying leap,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To jump in every one</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So soft and oh so deep.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">CHORUS</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh, I love snow</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I love snow</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Snow is really great</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why can’t winter last all year?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why do I have to wait?</p>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-60752707809296547722011-07-21T05:29:00.000-07:002011-07-21T05:35:21.929-07:00My favourite thingsGarbage and road kill are awfully yummy<div>Rumbling and tumbling around in my tummy,</div><div>Soon I will go for a walk on the road</div><div>Where I will have the most stinky unload</div><div><br /></div><div>Jumping in puddles is such a delight</div><div>And nothing's better than having a fight,</div><div>Those German Shepherds deserve what they get</div><div>I'll wipe the ground with the both of them yet!</div><div><br /></div><div>Old socks are scrumptious, their texture so chewy</div><div>When I have old socks, I'm one happy Loupie,</div><div>Give me some leftovers, then I'll be set</div><div>I'll be one happy Malamute, that you can bet!</div><div><br /></div><div><div>When the deer fly tries to bite me</div><div>When he makes me mad,</div><div>I simply remember my favourite things </div><div>and then I don't feel so bad!</div></div><div><br /></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-74804504948665785652011-07-18T04:46:00.000-07:002011-07-18T05:01:17.210-07:00Ode to an Old Sock<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRc0fNINEpsc5WelzqxEEN6ZP7VRSIoqDgdv5deDLsAyLKCM0z2LufluHFlceB0KdwmXxuihF14PxtrypZbAZip2Iik2Cp1X6jehdVTTCoFon1PGYMetRWWPXQE19amcmtE8lpcIz2pg/s1600/dirty-socks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRc0fNINEpsc5WelzqxEEN6ZP7VRSIoqDgdv5deDLsAyLKCM0z2LufluHFlceB0KdwmXxuihF14PxtrypZbAZip2Iik2Cp1X6jehdVTTCoFon1PGYMetRWWPXQE19amcmtE8lpcIz2pg/s320/dirty-socks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630660424175758098" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Old socks are so scrumptious, all crusty and worn</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I especially like the holey ones, even better if they’re torn,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >They have a special texture that makes chewing a delight</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I could chew on an old sock both day and night,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The boys wear out socks without having to try</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I’m practically guaranteed an endless supply,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I just love socks to pieces, they give me such glee, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >If you’ve got any old socks to spare, just send them to me!</span></p>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420899695255123730.post-34687088208382487462011-07-17T06:03:00.001-07:002011-07-17T06:18:35.045-07:00Hey, gang! I'm back to bug you with my blog! Mwhahaha!Hi all!<div><br /></div><div>I haven't blogged on my blog in ages. Cathy lets me do occasional posts on her blog <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.catmuses.wordpress.com">www.catmuses.wordpress.com</a> but that's not the same as having your own blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>My friend Rumpy just started his blog <a href="http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/">http://rumpydog.wordpress.com/</a> . Check it out, why don't you? He's my Southern Malamute pal. He likes cats and Barney the dinosaur but he's still a cool doggie in my opinion. Besides, no one is perfect, though I do come pretty darn close.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rumpy has inspired me to fire up my blog again. Enough of my lollygagging about. Well, I'll still lollygaggle (I just love that word, don't you?) but I will chat with you while I do it. Can't let Cathy have all the fun being verbose and boring everyone. Heheh! Of course I'm the better writer but don't tell her that as she is an overly sensitive gal and takes these things very personally.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you're all enjoying your summer or winter wherever you may be. I'm having a good summer but much prefer winter as you who know me from Facebook have heard many times.</div><div><br /></div><div>My fur is looking pretty ratty these days like a couch cushion losing its stuffing as someone described it so well. I won't let Brian brush me and I don't like him pulling out tufts of fur either. Hands off! Geesh!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a snow doggie and that's that. This summer heat weighs on me but Cathy says not to complain. As her daddy says, "It's a lonnnnnnnnnnnnng winter." Ah, yes, and I love it so! </div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, loving licks and furry hugs to all my pals!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love Loup</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Louphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263642206461735538noreply@blogger.com3