Here I am supervising Everest surveying the patio. He was scared at first but caught on pretty quickly.
Do you remember when I mentioned the Bible?
Well, the Master got home the other day and I was in my kennel (like the perfect pup I am) while Everest had escaped.
Looks like someone played 52 card pickup and forgot the most important part.
So, if you;like to play cards, head on over to Taysia Blue and fill out an adoption application.
Perfect as ever,
Nora B. Webster
PS. Big thanks to Puddles for all our new friends. She makes us laugh all the time and we're so thankful for her!
Showing posts with label Everest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Everest. Show all posts
Friday, January 27, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Play Time
It's my job to teach Everest how to play.
Another one of my jobs is to check to see if he's received any extra treats.
Smells a little like roast beef in there.
If you'd like to teach huskies to play, contact Taysia Blue. I hear they're looking for good families in Nebraska and the KC metro area to foster and to adopt.
Off to play,
Nora B. Webster
Another one of my jobs is to check to see if he's received any extra treats.
Smells a little like roast beef in there.
If you'd like to teach huskies to play, contact Taysia Blue. I hear they're looking for good families in Nebraska and the KC metro area to foster and to adopt.
Off to play,
Nora B. Webster
Friday, January 20, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The Look
I told you, I found this tub of bacon grease; I did not steal it. Also, it's none of your business where I found it.
If you're looking for someone to blame, maybe you should look at what Everest did on Tuesday morning.
Don't be fooled, he's just pretending to be sleepy. There's a hole in that boot and I can prove it.
Have you ever seen a striped husky? Look on his rear. Those are stripes!
If you're looking for a fake-sleeper-closet-cleaning-striped-husky for your family contact Taysia Blue.
Never to blame,
Nora B. Webster
If you're looking for someone to blame, maybe you should look at what Everest did on Tuesday morning.
Don't be fooled, he's just pretending to be sleepy. There's a hole in that boot and I can prove it.
Have you ever seen a striped husky? Look on his rear. Those are stripes!
If you're looking for a fake-sleeper-closet-cleaning-striped-husky for your family contact Taysia Blue.
Never to blame,
Nora B. Webster
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
As Big as a Mountain
This is my foster brother. He's big like a mountain. That's why they named him Everest.
The master's wife likes him because he's "cuddly." Humph. I make them really work for my snuggles. He just gives them for free.
Please don't be fooled by that innocent look. Do you know that he escaped from his kennel last night while the master and his wife were gone and didn't help me escape? He didn't even get in trouble! If I get out, I make sure to chew the master's tooth brush up real good to show him who the boss is. Everest just walked around and didn't chew on anything.
The master's wife likes him because he's "cuddly." Humph. I make them really work for my snuggles. He just gives them for free.
Please don't be fooled by that innocent look. Do you know that he escaped from his kennel last night while the master and his wife were gone and didn't help me escape? He didn't even get in trouble! If I get out, I make sure to chew the master's tooth brush up real good to show him who the boss is. Everest just walked around and didn't chew on anything.
Here he is showing off his sitting skills. I've been trying to demonstrate to him how to "lay down," "speak," and "twirl." He mostly just sits.
If you're looking for a sweet, gentle, huge dog to cuddle and lay around with, you should adopt him. Contact Taysia Blue for more information.
Lots of sniffs,
Nora B. Webster
PS. This just in. Mr. Perfect just chewed up the wife's boot. My master called to tell her at work. Boy oh boy is he making me look good. I never bothered messing with her stuff...err...let's not talk about that rip in the sofa.
PS. This just in. Mr. Perfect just chewed up the wife's boot. My master called to tell her at work. Boy oh boy is he making me look good. I never bothered messing with her stuff...err...let's not talk about that rip in the sofa.
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