K-9 Document Destruction Service

This furry beauty lives in my neighborhood. Her name is Timber. She and her brother Wolfie use to live at Bark. They were both rescued from horrid conditions. We don't talk about it much, because that is in the past and we don't want to remind them of those nasty humans who treated them badly.

They chose their humans carefully. Miss Timber is a Daddy's girl. She even likes to help him with his home work. I suppose it's a good thing he is the owner of the company, otherwise he might get in BIG trouble. Apparently, these contracts did NOT meet Timber's approval. Her human Dad, also named Doug has resorted to taking pictures when Timber reviews his contracts. It seems he had a difficult time convincing the other humans involved of Timber's dismay over their contracts. This picture definitely says it all. Timber's Dad has more work to do.

Woofs and Wags,

Sitka

Fur Baby Transgression

What would you do if your furry baby chewed up something really important? Mom has a friend whose fur babies chewed through the bank bag for an organization they are involved in. The humans are distraught and asked for prayer. Of course, Mom is praying and Dad, too.

Nanuq, Trouble, and I can't understand why humans get so upset about furry accidents. You know it was an accident. Those receipts probably did NOT even taste good. We are considering a furry visit to teach those little fur babies to steal good stuff, like steaks and chicken off the grill or out of the grocery bags when their humans turn there back.

I will pass on Mom's prayer request since most humans don't understand things in the fur baby world. I sure hope we have our humans trained to be compassionate when facing situations like this in the human world. Please pray for understanding as they have to explain their cute little fur babies transgression to a lot of humans who need to see receipts, etc. Mom is mighty thankful we have not chewed up anything that belonged to someone else....well....at least not yet.

Woofs and Wags,
Sitka

Nanuq Speaks

Hi, Nanuq here! Sitka is tired this morning, so I hijacked his blog. I am an old guy and thought it might be fun to sneak in while my furry brothers and human mom and dad were not looking. They would never think about me doing such a thing. I am quite, gentle, and rarely say much. I am dad's buddy.

Yesterday, mom and our human brother, Wil brushed Sitka and I for hours. They took away an entire garbage bag of our fluff. Really, do they have to brush us for so long. Sitka doesn't seem to mind, but I would much rather have a good long nap than have mom attack me with those brushes. Mom does not allow a mat or tangle in my fur. I suppose I should be thankful, but I am an old guy who likes to spend my days curled up on a big fluffy bed. Arthritis plagues my hips and knees. My looks are no longer my greatest concern. I sure hope mom lets me sleep my way through today. I hope she has put those brushes away for a few days. Gotta go; my orthopedic doggie bed is calling.

Living the good life,

Nanuq