Confession

Mom and Dad love birds. They keep feeders full of food in our back yard. The birds come from all over to eat the scrumptious bird feast provided. Most of the time, the birds have the yard and feeders to themselves. However, several times each day we are out with them. I can not help myself. I run straight for them. I don't want to hurt them, but it is so much fun watching them fly furiously away from me. Mr. Dove is safe in the tree waiting for us to go back inside. He likes to eat in peace. Mom keeps telling me that Malamutes are not "bird dogs." I have a friend who is a hound dog and he has informed me of the ways of hunting dogs. He says it is not about the kill. You are suppose to have "soft" mouths. It is all about the chase. I am not sure mom got the same memo as my friend Kramer (coonhound).

Woofs and Wags,

Sitka

Confession

Last night Mom and Dad served a beautiful dinner to our guests. Normally, we are allowed to lay by the table while our parents eat. However, on this evening they decided to eat on the large table in the Florida room and Mom shut the big glass doors leading from our family room and kitchen. My furry brothers (Nanuq and Trouble), Sister (Macy), and I were left on the other side.

I was appalled. How dare they exclude us from their festive event. I am normally very obedient, but my feelings were bruised and battered. After a little while, I decided to express my disgust with the situation.

I am tall and getting into trouble is not a problem. I strolled into the kitchen and looked around. First, I eyed a package of yummy wheat hot dog buns laying close to the edge. I quietly opened and ate them "all," but the best was yet to come.

AHA, there it was, our guests brought a red velvet cake. I pulled it off the counter, but Mom and Ms. Sue Ellen heard it hit the floor. By the time Mom got to me I had consumed 1/4 of the cake.

Mom put me in a down by the big table where they were eating. She thought she was punishing me, but I won. I was right where I wanted to be all along. You see, like a little child who desperately wants its parent's attention, I will get it one way or another.

Just so you know, I feel much better since I have confessed to the entire world.

Woofs and Wags,

Sitka