Ready for Bed

Yes mom, I am ready for bed.  

I am not moving, goodnight mom.

I love this bed.

Life is good.

Happy Birthday Myshka!!

Yesterday was my 2nd birthday.  Mom made me wear the "Birthday Hat".  Dad said I would not wear it, however I knew mom would reward me.  So Happy Birthday to me.

Hey Mom, I am starving.  I don't think I can hold this pose a minute more.  

OMG! OMG! This is to die for, juicy tender bites of steak, venison steak!  By the way, Mom taught me OMG over the weekend.  That was all she kept saying over and over Saturday morning.  Look below for that story.

Hmm, this is the best birthday treat ever.

 

Birthdays are great, even if you do have to wear a hat.

OMG and OOOH NOOO!

Mom taught us OMG and OOOH NOOO last Saturday morning. She kept repeating them so naturally we thought it was a training session.  The lesson started when we all piled into mom's car to go to our vet appointment.  Dad was driving and he always uses the mirrors to back down the drive.  Well something happened to those mirrors and they did not work because he backed mom's car into his.  That is when our lesson started for new words, particularly OMG and OOOH NOOO.  Now we know when Mom says those words she is probably upset.

This is what the passenger side of mom's car is supposed to look like under ordinary conditions.

This is what is looks like after dad's mirrors failed.

 So dad, where is the black fender that fits over the tire?

I don't think this part of dad's front bumper is supposed to curl.

Dad, I think you are going to have to replace this.

We think OMG and OOOH NOOO means dad might need a doghouse.

Saturday night the washing machine died so after another round of OMG and OOOH NOOO we assumed dad must have had an accident in the laundry room.  Sunday dad made it better by buying mom another machine and promising to get the jeep repaired this week.

We helped dad load the old washing machine on the trailer to carry to the recycling center while mom had some much needed quiet time.

Mom says next weekend will be better. We are looking forward to another vocabulary lesson.

Hooray for Fridays!

Don't be jealous mom but I need a lap!

Life With Dogs

Once upon a time this was a "cat" only house.  Lucy came one March many years ago.  I decided that was okay because she went to work with Mom every day and was smaller than me.  As a matter of fact, I would stalk her like prey.  Then came everyone else and my world as I knew it would never, ever be the same.  Dogs, particularly Siberians, are always interested in what the cat is doing, where the cat is going, and where the cat is sleeping.

Mom is constantly telling the furry girls to "leave it."  Leave it!  Leave it!  I love those 2 words.  Yes, life with all the dogs is exhausting.

Living with dogs makes one very sleepy.

Wake me up for dinner.

Sharing

This is my friend, Boots. We have been taught to share as we play with our friends.  

We practice and practice this thing called sharing.

Play sessions always end with delicious treats.

Friends are a necessary ingredient in the recipe of life.

Trees and Tree Spirits

Our mom is always taking pictures of trees.  She taught us that trees are important to the earth and our well being.We also learned many cultures believed  wandering entities inhabited trees until they were ready to move on and other cultures believed  all trees had their own spirits.  Mom says all trees are alive and we are to respect them as with all nature.  We think mom is a tree hugger.

Dad wanted a picture of the tree with us and promised we would not make any spirits angry.

Myshka looked for those spirits but could not find them.

Mom, Nina, and I did not want our picture taken with the tree.  Hey, I didn't choose this family, they chose me.  :o