Snow Day

We finally got our first real snow for 2014. Although my arthritis doesn't allow me to romp and jump around in it, I am thankful we were blessed with enough for my humans to play in. In the picture above Dad is supervising my human sister as she pushes her son, Elijah and niece, Savannah. Dad says those are his grand-blessings and it's his job to protect them. I am pretty sure my sister can handle it. I think Dad forgets sometimes that she's a grown up.

Little Eli had never been on a sled before and I'm happy to say, "he loved it!" Mom and I have convinced both Savannah and Elijah to love the snow. Now, we just have to work on the new little human God just gave us. Her name is Charley, but she's way to little to come out and play this year.

As little humans go, she's cute and absolutely gorgeous, but she has this issue that seems to run in our family. You see, when we get babies they have this ugly disease called "Colic" and they scream a lot. Mom told me it's because their tummies hurt real bad. Looks like to me some human would have found a way to fix that disease by now, but what do I know. I'm just a dog.

I understand the bitter cold is everywhere and some humans must get out and drive in it. If you are one of those humans, be safe! I am genuinely concerned, but I also don't want to lose any readers. Not just everybody reads and understands dog/malamute!

Woofs and Wags,
Sitka

Fetch Mom, Fetch

Okay, this isn't a photo of what's going on in our bedroom, but it's the only photo I could find of Mom to use. Mom has taught me many things over the years and tonight I thought I would change it up a bit. It's time for Mom to learn a few tricks.

So, while Mom was trying to read I started throwing my big red squeaky ball and barking at her to go get it. She looked at me like I was crazy. I kept throwing it....looking at her and barking. Finally, she said, "I taught you to fetch. I'm suppose to throw the ball and you are suppose to get it."

I woofed and I wagged. I howled in my native tongue and she still refuses to fetch the ball.

Can you guys believe it? I've been fetching balls for my mom and dad since I was 3 months old. That's almost NINE years and she refuses to play the game she taught me. I'm getting old. She's going to have to start fetching that darn ball when I throw it. I'm not a youngster anymore.

Woofs and Wags,
Sitka

Celebrating New Life!

Sorry I haven't been on line in a long time. It's actually Mom's fault. She's been too busy and on some days too stressed out. We've been trying to work on Mom's issues, but it's a big job. We've discussed her weaknesses before. She is trying and with God's help she will continue to keep moving forward.

Instead of dwelling on the negatives in this life, I prefer to celebrate. Mom and Dad are the proud grandparents of grandbaby #3. Her name is Charlotte Rose, but we are going to call her Charley. She was born on December 30th, 2013. Isn't she adorable. We think so! Dad says Baby Charley even looks like our human Mom. Isn't that cool?

Okay, so I'm getting old and tired and all this celebrating is wearing me out. I'm off to take a furry nap. Hope to chat with all my faithful followers again, soon.

Woofs and Wags,
Sitka