Counter Surfer #2

It appears we have another counter surfer in the family.

I've taught him everything he knows.

Awooo!

Can you spot him? He's able to reach greater heights than even I have.

He still knows I'm boss though.

Bringing Back Easter

"Easter eggs? What Easter eggs? I don't see any Easter eggs."

Since someone didn't give me an Easter basket, I decided to celebrate today.

Yeah, I'm a little late. So what?

I had myself some chocolate, and then decided to delve into the plastic Easter eggs my lazy Mom hadn't put away yet. They were tucked so nicely into Dad's Easter basket. I carefully pulled each one out.

Next time I'll chew softer so I won't get found out so quick.

I tried to nibble on another tasty treat, Maggie's tail, but Mom put a stop to that right quick. She was flopping it all around, it was driving me crazy! I just took a little nibble.

A Husky can't have any fun around here.

My Afternoon Snack

I had a nice little snack this afternoon.

It was on the counter. Dad hadn't even opened it. I mean, it's been hanging around since Easter!

It was high time someone enjoyed it.

All my hard work wasn't even appreciated. Dad started yelling something about chocolate being toxic.

That must mean it tastes really good.

Mom made me sit down while she made sure I wasn't going to get sick. She was trying to figure out how much I ate, but I did a good job of shredding that box.

In case you're worried, I'm just fine.

Hey Mom, are you gonna eat that cookie?

The Claw

Phoenix here.

Mom is being lazy and hasn't updated my blog. She'd rather clean the house. Phhht.

Do I have to do everything around here?

So a couple days ago, Mom came across some dog blogs she used to read. She was very happy, until she realized I was reading them too, and picking up bad behavior.

I'm a pretty good boy most of the time. Mom will vouch for me. But upon reading Meeshka's blog, I was reminded of a Husky trait I'd forgotten about…

The claw!

I haven't clawed in a long time. Mom thought she'd seen the last of it and that I'd outgrown it. Doubly pffft.

Yesterday I wanted to go outside so I used the nose technique. You know, push your cold, wet nose on your human to let them know it's time to focus on me. It didn't work. She ignored me. I got more persistent. I even added the nudge. Nothing. I was about to use the old "push on her laptop so it closes and then she has to pay attention to me" when I remembered the claw!

So when she least expected it, and thought I was just sitting there being a good boy, I struck.

A firm claw, right down her leg. She nearly shot out of the couch! Awoo-hoo-hoo! It was awesome. Best of all, it worked. She promptly took me out.

If your human isn't doing your bidding, don't forget about the claw!

Thanks for the reminder Meeshka!

Game Over

Found this the other day on the internet. It made me giggle.

My Package Inspector

Phoenix is my own personal package inspector. No bag, purse, box, nor person that enters this house goes uninspected!

His favorite part of the day is when I bring in the mail! The other day we received a package from Amazon, and Phoenix insisted on inspecting before I was allowed to get everything out.

Inspecting the contents of my box.

Get that nose in there!

A taste test was also necessary!

I Love Publix!

Of all the crazy stories I could tell you, this is probably my favorite. I still to this day can't believe it happened.

Phoenix has always been an interesting dog. We call him Houdini sometimes, because he is so dang smart. He is a master escape artist.

Several years ago, we had put him in the backyard to play and do his thing. Our yard was completely enclosed with a tall privacy fence, and there was a large gate on the side.

I will not name names, but someone left the gate open and forgot about it. Ahem, it was not me! Haha. You couldn't see the gate from the back door, so when he was let out it went unnoticed.

I went out a few minutes later to check on him, and found the gate wide open, and a Husky free yard. We immediately set out through the neighborhood looking for him. I went one way, my husband went the other. Keep in mind, this happened in minutes. That dog is FAST.

We were only a few blocks away from Southside Blvd, which is a very busy road. Phoenix is a nomad darter and runs with abandon, paying no mind to anything that may be barreling in his general direction as he's bounding along. Obviously this combination scared me. I checked that way first, and no Phoenix. He'd escaped before, and usually heads the other way anyways, as neighbors that way had chickens. And lets face it, chickens are MUCH more interesting than the highway.

Apparently not that day though.

We looked, and looked, and looked some more. No Phoenix. I was devastated. I finally went back home to wait at the house in case someone showed up. Meanwhile my husband continued the search.

Not to long after I had gotten home, my husband called. "Someone just called my cell, they found Phoenix and he is okay. I'm going to get him."

Oh good! I am so glad! Where is he I asked?

"Publix."

Where?

"Publix!"

Did you just say Publix?

"Yes, Publix! He walked into Publix".

Are you sure?

"Uhh, yes."

Haha, that one took a moment to register. After getting to Publix and going to the back, my husband found Phoenix. He was laying on the floor, being showered with attention from Publix employees, eating it up.

Apparently he had just run straight through the sliding front doors and into the store. One of the bag boys had grabbed him and took him to the back. He found the number on his ID tag and called.

I still do not understand how he made it to Publix. He crossed Southside Blvd. Four lanes of extremely busy traffic. Then made it all the way down the road to Publix! Not only that, but actually walked into Publix! Crazy dog.

Only Phoenix.