While I’m sharing photos of Siberian Huskies I’ve known and loved, here’s one of Rocky working on a bone. My wife originally found him stuck in a cinder block in Virginia when he was probably about 18” long, and he became the first husky we’d know. He became famous for destroying furniture, howling, and running around saying words like “Oprah” and “Geraldo.”
As I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop in Seward this afternoon, a dog walked in the back door and just stood there, looking at everyone. Owner tells me he was looking for a good poker game. ;)
~ photo from Seward, Alaska, February 25, 2011
Dog wants a second opinion after the doctor says he should be neutered (funny). From Tundra Comics.
The best stories of the weekend are IBM buying Red Hat, and a dog that pretends to be a stray to get food outside a McDonald’s. Oh, and the Red Sox beat the Dodgers to win the World Series last night.
“Knowing that when light is gone, love remains for shining.”
~ from “To Flush, My Dog,” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A friendly black dog sleeping in the bar area of the Latitude 62, Talkeetna, Alaska.
Over the last few years I’ve had a few dreams where I become lucid in a dream and find myself running on all fours. When this happens I think, “Well, this is odd, why am I running like this?” I then try to stand up, but I can’t. Typically I just keep running like that until I fade into the blackness of unconscious sleep.
One time when this happened I found myself running on all fours down a sidewalk, with a street to my left. Just as I was thinking about trying to stand upright I heard a noise to my right. I stopped in place, saw something small moving, and more or less against my will I began running towards the thing that moved. It suddenly occurred to me that the reason I was running on all fours was that I was a dog. “I” had my normal “I know I’m Alvin” consciousness, but I was in a dog’s body and I didn’t seem to have much control over the situation, I was just a passenger.
After watching Meet John Doe last night, today my neighbor’s dog was barking all afternoon. Thinking my neighbor might be like the neighbor in the movie, when he came outside I went outside also and yelled over to him, “Are you hard of hearing?”
He yells back, “What?,” so now I’m thinking I’m on the right track, which leads me to yell even louder, “Are you deaf?
Well, things didn’t quite go like they did in the movie.
~ Diary note from March 25, 2011, Palmer, Alaska
Once upon a time there was a dog named Zeus. Before we met him, Zeus had a very difficult life, having been abused by two different owners. When my wife saw Zeus on a local tv station, and they said the Animal Care Society was going to be extremely careful about who adopted him next, she seemed to know that she had to take care of him.
As you can see from the following pictures, when we first adopted Zeus, he was very sick, with a horrible case of mange.
I went to the library and asked for a book on Pavlov’s dog and Schrodinger’s cat. The librarian said it rang a bell but she didn’t know if it was there or not.