tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026082868401209992024-03-21T23:37:09.006+00:00Huskies RunningOur life with humans...The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-47710871692327793932014-05-26T16:30:00.002+01:002014-05-26T16:33:13.697+01:00Spike: Dressing up for fun<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preparing for hydrotherapy</td></tr>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1t1jfSv-MDj7M6fl_Ig2eer8OB6zygrNMdXw6jv9SNJsbdSJwMr-3ckvXxTcVhgU4NCdeHMPEoBV3POE0Pkt5Wb6anJ2RJffvr8m5-7CGShpltMvp5SVjCoGedyvLlnC0vLkZ_-4bfaUD/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>I like to run, to swim and to splash in water. I like to have fun and just do stuff.<br />
Sometimes the humans make me dress
up before I have fun, but I don’t mind ‘cos it is fun to dress up. All the other huskies get stroppy when they
need to dress up and the humans bring out their harnesses. I think it is because it means that they need
to go to work. I don’t work, I just have
fun.<br />
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When I go running in the water on the waterproof treadmill I
wear a special harness called a “Ruffwear”. It is red and black and really cool and has a little
handle on it so that the humans can grab it when I go too fast….<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one keeps my bottom up</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Running in my x-back</td></tr>
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When I go swimming I wear a big chunky one that keeps
my bottom near the surface of the water.
When I don’t wear it my legs sink down and my front legs have to work
harder so I don’t drop to the bottom of the swimming pool. It is a Ruffwear too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I go running I have lots of different harnesses. My favourite one is an x-back which is a
proper Husky running harness. I run
really quickly when I wear that one as it is so comfortable and feels like I am
wearing nothing at all. I used to wear
this one all the time when I ran, but I can no longer wear it as my legs hurt
when the humans try to put it on me.
They need to bend my legs and it hurts my elbows. The lady human has promised to get me a
specially made one that will not hurt my legs when they dress me up, but until
she does that I am trying some other ones.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Howling Dog harness</td></tr>
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The Howling Dog one is really easy to put on and is fun to
run in. I don’t run very quickly when I
wear it, but I do my easy running sessions with it on. Lady Human attaches an extending lead to it
and then lets me decide which way to run and I chose the speed we run at.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shoulder harnesses</td></tr>
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I borrow the other huskies “shoulder” harnesses for my
really fast training runs. They are really
easy to put on as the strap just fits under my belly without having to fit my
legs through the webbing. They also have
a nice padded bit on my chest.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I tried an H-back harness once, but it felt funny on me so I
didn’t wear it for long.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My best friends in their x-backs</td></tr>
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All the other Huskies prefer to run in x-backs and one day I
will have my very own special x-back as well. <o:p></o:p></div>
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If you would like a harness you should speak to Emily at <a href="http://www.k9trailtime.com/">K9Trailtime</a> as she is really nice and
will help you choose the best harness, whether you are a human or a dog. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one has pockets!!</td></tr>
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P.S. If you want to know more about human harnesses I cannot
help, but speak to the lady human that I run with ‘cos she has been wearing
them for nearly forever….<o:p></o:p><br />
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(<i>All photos thanks to Ian J Berry & the Lady Human</i>)</div>
The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-66785979720208961612013-09-18T16:29:00.002+01:002013-09-18T16:56:37.234+01:00Spike's Dreams: the brightest star of all<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(c) Quirky Cow Shed - Melissa Simm</td></tr>
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Sometimes I like to lie down and look up at the stars
twinkling in the sky. They flicker and
sparkle and make me smile. I like to
just lie and watch them and wonder if one day I will be able to run to them…<o:p></o:p></div>
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One evening I was sitting staring at the brightest star in
the sky and suddenly the brown boy husky appeared by my side. I am no longer scared of him and I like it
when he visits me. He is lots of fun and
tells me lots of exciting stuff.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He asked me why I like to stare so much at the sky. I told him that once when I was a little baby
my mum had said to me that if I ever felt sad and lonely I should look to the
brightest star in the sky and think of her.
She told me that it was a very special star and it would help me not be
sad. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When my first humans left me alone in the cold and darkness
I was so frightened and I curled up in a ball and waited for them to come back. They never returned and I got colder and
hungrier. I was so sad and lonely and
then I remembered what my mum told me. I
looked high up into the sky and found the star.
I looked to this star and thought of happy thoughts. The star helped me feel better. My second humans found where I was hiding in
the railway station. They cuddled me and
gave me food for my tummy and a warm bed to sleep in. I think my star told them where to find me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I told him that every night I look at the star and dream
that one day I will run to the star and find my mum there. I think she might have gone to live there so
that she could watch over me wherever I was.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The brown husky smiled at me and told me that the star has a
name and a special story. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“It is called Sirius and is also known as “the Dog Star” because
it lives in a constellation called Canis Major, which is Latin for “the greater
dog”. It is the brightest star in the
constellation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the mid-summer Sirius rises in conjunction with the sun
and ancient human people believed that it was the combination of the sun during
the day and the star at night that made the earth so hot during mid-summer. They created the expression “dog days”, to
refer to this period of time.<br />
The ancient Egyptian people called it “Nile Star” because when it appeared in
the eastern sky it announced the coming of flood waters from the River Nile that
would help their dry lands grow food.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He told me lots about the stars and the planets in the
sky. He told me that stars are giant
balls of energy held together by their own gravity and that the planets, of
which there are nine move across this fixed background of stars. This confused me because I thought that the
stars moved too. He smiled and told me I
would to wait until my next lesson to understand more about the universe and
all its galaxies and how they interact…<br />
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He looked up to my star then smiled at me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Spike, you are just like a little star – a furry ball of
energy that shines brightly. As your
legs get bigger and stronger your pulling power will increase and extend beyond
the confines of this house and garden.
There is a world out there waiting for you and you will grow and shine more
and more as each day passes”.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I looked at my special star and remembered my dreams. I know that one day my star will help me
achieve the biggest dream of them all…..<br />
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<b><i>Spike</i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-74650529722186027882013-08-24T18:23:00.005+01:002013-08-24T18:26:18.452+01:00Spike's Magical Gift<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my "bored" face...</td></tr>
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Today I made a promise to a stranger. In return for a promise to be a good boy I
have been bestowed a very special gift….<br />
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For those that don’t yet know me… my name is Spike and I am
a 9 month old husky. I am not very well
just now and it is hard for me to run around and have fun like huskies are supposed
to do. I have to lie down a lot as my
legs hurt. The best place to lie down is
on top of humans ‘cos they are soft and squidgy and cuddle me lots when I fall
asleep on them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Not being able to run around and play means I get
bored. The humans give me lots of toys
and stuff to play with and sometimes they give me toys with food in them! They are my most favourite toys but I eat the
food too quickly and then I get bored.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The lady human goes running really early in the morning with
my husky friends and leaves me behind.
This makes me really sad, but I don’t like being sad and so play with
all my toys and then I feel happy again.
Sometimes I fall asleep before the other huskies come back from their
run because they go running for a very long time!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyway, the other day I fell asleep while they were out and
had a really funny dream…<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was sitting in my cage, but I wasn’t alone. There was another boy husky beside me. He was brown like Kez but his face was
different and he was much smaller with big ears like mine. <o:p></o:p><br />
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I got really scared and tried to shout upstairs to the man
human to help me – I get scared when strange dogs come to close to me. The brown dog made a soft “whoo, whoo” noise
and told me not to be scared, he was here to help me. He had a really nice voice and when I looked
into his eyes I was not scared any more.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What are you doing in my box” I asked him. “And how can you help me? Are you going to put more food in my toy?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He “whoo, whoo’d” again and his eyes smiled at me. He said he brought no food, but could offer
something better than food. Now he had
my full attention as what can possibly be better than food?<o:p></o:p></div>
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He told me a very special story that made me very sad, but
very happy too. He told me all about his
life. People had been really bad to him
when he was a baby, but he was rescued and came to live in a very special home
and with a very special family. They helped
make him better and helped him learn to love life. He learned how to run and how to play. With this family he was truly happy,
especially with the lady human as she made him feel very special. In return he taught her a great many things
that will remain with her forever…<o:p></o:p></div>
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His words were magical and intriguing. I did not fully understand what he was telling
me, but I knew to trust him. He spoke of
“trust” of “hope” and of “belief”, words I do not understand but I want to as
they sounded like very special words.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She will help you, he said, just like she helped me, but it
will take time. You are young and have
the rest of your life ahead of you. Do
as she asks and this life will be a happy one where you run and jump to your
heart’s content. You will join the other
huskies on their daily runs. Run for hours
and hours as huskies are born to do. You
will feel pain no more, only happiness and fun.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You will need to be patient as this day will take a while to
arrive. Many suns will rise and fall, but
the day will one day come.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFyDK65b51UI_DIp1l8Bmig5C0RcK5Q6BMj-5GfbMJExEEnyRZDSYLgvBsoq6vajr02LY5GzWgqeh1oeXvEUPRtJd0nYqBfb7AX-D60beA_GAPKYvCPwrm4Slwb_XEAGU0RGIDImizei2/s1600/1009160_10200617073363844_495342185_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFyDK65b51UI_DIp1l8Bmig5C0RcK5Q6BMj-5GfbMJExEEnyRZDSYLgvBsoq6vajr02LY5GzWgqeh1oeXvEUPRtJd0nYqBfb7AX-D60beA_GAPKYvCPwrm4Slwb_XEAGU0RGIDImizei2/s320/1009160_10200617073363844_495342185_o.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cuddling humans</td></tr>
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His words confused me, but I nodded and asked him what I
needed to do until this day arrived.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If you promise to be a good boy, I will give you a very special
gift that will help the time pass quickly.
It will allow you to look deep into a humans mind and learn all that
they know. It will allow you to share
these thoughts with others and it will allow you to help many, including
yourself. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Without hesitation I made the promise to him.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I then got really excited and threw my head back to howl as huskies
do…. And when I stopped howling I looked around and the boy husky was gone and
in his place was the man human –well, he was not in the cage with me, but
outside looking very concerned and asking if I was okay. He opened the cage and I snuggled up to
him. Did I mention that I love cuddles…?<o:p></o:p><br />
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I felt sad that the boy husky left before he gave me my
gift, but somehow I know that I will see him again….<br />
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<b><i>Spike</i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-6207671868252200122013-04-24T18:07:00.001+01:002013-04-24T18:18:08.953+01:00Little Boy Blue: My 5 new bestest friends<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxi-kBuq6xyf4T_HFwXQCWqgQiEKIUVhG1Uflj1rDxfiqqPSxPfTUlcxEVJa2GNJh5HqJoWayimaBza9bwryaSdgwYKoBMPcUVNxvuuuM14RsG3KSev-qK5fwUx_SGL2PyUfCivX1CBOry/s1600/Spike06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxi-kBuq6xyf4T_HFwXQCWqgQiEKIUVhG1Uflj1rDxfiqqPSxPfTUlcxEVJa2GNJh5HqJoWayimaBza9bwryaSdgwYKoBMPcUVNxvuuuM14RsG3KSev-qK5fwUx_SGL2PyUfCivX1CBOry/s320/Spike06.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is me</td></tr>
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Hello. </div>
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My name is
Little Boy Blue, but you can call me “Spike”.
My favourite film is Gremlins and sometimes I pretend I am the really
cool Gremlin called “Spike”….<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Spike the Gremlin” is the coolest and I wanted to be just
like him when I grew up… That was until I met this super cool husky. His name is “Kroi”, but you need to say Kree
else he ignores you! He is a big grey
husky and he is so much fun to play with and do stuff with. He is so fast and strong, but really chilled. He is a super dude. Sometimes he even lets me sleep with him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarcECTuJIMAAQhZfbm-dqSGmnr6KjTR40mXDkAVjWbiWg8TG9VIwfMKqxaLxS5H0oitxMi6h8bWIMQmxCKLGYKbSsr9GFyPnzt7pZD_8OzpqEYvTrKGcR1o7KAfW0osN79LSJDuVuTFh4/s1600/Spike04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarcECTuJIMAAQhZfbm-dqSGmnr6KjTR40mXDkAVjWbiWg8TG9VIwfMKqxaLxS5H0oitxMi6h8bWIMQmxCKLGYKbSsr9GFyPnzt7pZD_8OzpqEYvTrKGcR1o7KAfW0osN79LSJDuVuTFh4/s320/Spike04.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My hero!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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Where I live there is also a big brown husky and he is
really cool too. He is always asking me
if I am okay and fusses around me.
Sometimes he tells me off when I do fun stuff, he says I am being
naughty, but I just think he is a goody two shoes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4IyDfDmx0FkGtYPQkmFCqyorHOn0lTbz1zNTeK5r8zFKDfSsY-fGIJsAC366My369YMWv0c7LuDApNhIvEEdk4dNOKeNSngwU8eulli4pbPIDeAbGpf-Fn9oWMl6LTViwOeGdoy7yiRz/s1600/Spike10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4IyDfDmx0FkGtYPQkmFCqyorHOn0lTbz1zNTeK5r8zFKDfSsY-fGIJsAC366My369YMWv0c7LuDApNhIvEEdk4dNOKeNSngwU8eulli4pbPIDeAbGpf-Fn9oWMl6LTViwOeGdoy7yiRz/s320/Spike10.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me shouting at Krofti</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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There is also another husky that lives here, another grey
one called Krofti with blue eyes just like me.
He doesn’t always want to play with me and gets grumpy when I shout at
him. Kez says he doesn’t trust me and I
need to earn his trust by being a really good boy. </div>
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When Krofti gets cross with me Kez pushes me
away and stands between Krofti and me.
Krofti then goes away and sleeps and when he wakes up his eyes don’t
look all spaced out like. </div>
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I am trying to
be a really good boy and I think Krofti is starting to like me ‘cos he came and
slept beside me last night. He thought I
didn’t notice, but I peeked out my eyes and lay really still and pretended I
was sleeping. When he started snoring I
fell asleep too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OhHGfH2Q2iJwWzLTcWnFL7cpF-lmbGFg6nttyFUsdjLFWLBSDLA-8vB-5M2Vb4Pyt8jcqP3Tp386sJynCNZYoUaG-y9sZKmrFbb10eB3cqa7W_vhuczzA9XmGIV-Sdq1T0ZD81bHRcva/s1600/Spike11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8OhHGfH2Q2iJwWzLTcWnFL7cpF-lmbGFg6nttyFUsdjLFWLBSDLA-8vB-5M2Vb4Pyt8jcqP3Tp386sJynCNZYoUaG-y9sZKmrFbb10eB3cqa7W_vhuczzA9XmGIV-Sdq1T0ZD81bHRcva/s320/Spike11.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See, he sneaked in beside me...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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There is a Lady Human and Man Human that live here too. I like them lots and lots! They give me lots of really nice food and I
no longer have a hungry tummy all the time.
I used to not get much food and always went to bed really hungry and
cold ‘cos I didn’t have fur and my skin was all pink and red.. I think I
scratched off all my fur as I was itchy all the time. My fur is growing everywhere now even my ears feel warm!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I really like cuddling the Lady and Man Humans. I like it best when I can climb on them and
fall asleep with them holding me. That’s
what I used to do when I lived with another person. My old Human person helped keep me warm and
cuddled me ‘til I fell asleep. The new
Human people wait ‘til I fall asleep and then they put me on the fluffy bed in
the corner.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I met lots of new people this week, but some of them ignored
me. I put on my happy smiley face and
tried to jump up to say hello, but some of them just walked past. Kez and Kroi don’t seem bothered when people
ignore them, but I felt really sad as I want to say hello to everyone I see.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiCeCNl9XvHzuT7KzNXYSOeffxXISIiIZrxD7DRpGS2mnnpMYNPn3nm9FYBNeL6ukUBB_DYRPy8i27ASKab2V5UoXK1hFbwsvHhbWhWjwgi7YICSOWmej3vR-8A2h4qUQ2yCvsE1dTKdIV/s1600/919642_10200240467428931_937088621_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiCeCNl9XvHzuT7KzNXYSOeffxXISIiIZrxD7DRpGS2mnnpMYNPn3nm9FYBNeL6ukUBB_DYRPy8i27ASKab2V5UoXK1hFbwsvHhbWhWjwgi7YICSOWmej3vR-8A2h4qUQ2yCvsE1dTKdIV/s320/919642_10200240467428931_937088621_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me sleeping with my 3 of my new friends...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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I met a really big dog the other day and was really
scared. It was ignoring its Human and it
wouldn’t leave me alone even when I shouted at it. Lady Human told it to go away and then it did
and I snuggled up to her and tried to sit on her lap. She smiled but wouldn’t let me and gave me a
big feather to play with instead. It was
so much fun and I forgot about the scary dog.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Gotta go now as the big boy huskies want to race me to the top
garden, they say they are going to help me be a really fast runner. One day I would like to run with them ‘cos
they go running for hours and hours with the Lady Human and are so happy when they come back.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Bye,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
Little Boy Blue xx<br />
<br />
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<br />The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-83610033343400432122013-04-09T13:25:00.003+01:002013-04-09T15:18:25.485+01:00Let sleeping dogs lie....<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwns5-q2882M_FxH0Xslb7-bjKVHIrKlKkmbGlxIPRNPgaCOaTFYguuI0PCAgXlICM3obZf1kbMHUcysdCWQmwpIv2CKZn2u_xTcq7xjRo1gWXwIwOeUf9IYwbLeNGlYfWHSqiJgBjgke/s1600/40890_125130220875401_252346_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwns5-q2882M_FxH0Xslb7-bjKVHIrKlKkmbGlxIPRNPgaCOaTFYguuI0PCAgXlICM3obZf1kbMHUcysdCWQmwpIv2CKZn2u_xTcq7xjRo1gWXwIwOeUf9IYwbLeNGlYfWHSqiJgBjgke/s320/40890_125130220875401_252346_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sleeping together is great for team bonding....</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Huskies, especially the Huskies Running team have a reputation for getting up really early and running for great distances, sometimes at mind blowing speeds.<br />
<br />
In order to maintain physical and mental fitness, Huskies also need to eat well and rest well.<br />
<br />
Today they would like to share their resting and sleeping tips with you....<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4lczOzfl7RzyJBhwOlbRyJqAB-lXKUQQejQzRoQR33phlhAFBOptJUi8JFY5BR-QqE4vmSehanFLHP1BKnvgSa4iFi9pOw7KEvOQORlVGLoRp33yKgkfrv3nqXrpr-xt9_FAN5-vu0Ki/s1600/20130407_113252_resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4lczOzfl7RzyJBhwOlbRyJqAB-lXKUQQejQzRoQR33phlhAFBOptJUi8JFY5BR-QqE4vmSehanFLHP1BKnvgSa4iFi9pOw7KEvOQORlVGLoRp33yKgkfrv3nqXrpr-xt9_FAN5-vu0Ki/s400/20130407_113252_resized.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the absence of fancy compression gear, use your imagination.....</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTiZMVPfRhdVCn-nQDlQKxNITqS8xKEZGtZq7ybQ6LAzX_uXm2fgrDK-pG-wVpPBnu39ip9dC5e6CjDHwiUCGWuJOYSkIP1xYL_1KYxoJmh9-U29d3LczCBNpsv5tBhheNYsNH3gAwjB-/s1600/178386_3638716601109_2106846793_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTiZMVPfRhdVCn-nQDlQKxNITqS8xKEZGtZq7ybQ6LAzX_uXm2fgrDK-pG-wVpPBnu39ip9dC5e6CjDHwiUCGWuJOYSkIP1xYL_1KYxoJmh9-U29d3LczCBNpsv5tBhheNYsNH3gAwjB-/s400/178386_3638716601109_2106846793_o.jpg" width="238" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If racing on a Sunday, don't get up on Monday..</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXp_8y3nGt2X-N3-v0zZrZxH350sqAsEoVODnhcTju8R5dJJAGcEv00O4SzPvTw4cwZt9k9dkoXVsWgxOuCa7znHcP7wUmtD5nULII8J3tbrSvaHPDZjsImu_tDYI7yG9D8OLDy1MecJjH/s1600/265895_190138217707934_5909008_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXp_8y3nGt2X-N3-v0zZrZxH350sqAsEoVODnhcTju8R5dJJAGcEv00O4SzPvTw4cwZt9k9dkoXVsWgxOuCa7znHcP7wUmtD5nULII8J3tbrSvaHPDZjsImu_tDYI7yG9D8OLDy1MecJjH/s320/265895_190138217707934_5909008_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feeling lonely in your bed? Then take your favourite toy..</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cLGp8v_UGQuvygO8IMA_-gikt-eHvrNNB0t8FkdiR8XXUu30X7GafSQIi50T8ZiwcbdTv2IOZLYbhb436gwyIk_RVkkWSGsuu9Ika7gVVDGpuZv3Rf0lbJDPKVRzK5gM8yTH23ZVfcxn/s1600/45190_112872112101212_4032993_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cLGp8v_UGQuvygO8IMA_-gikt-eHvrNNB0t8FkdiR8XXUu30X7GafSQIi50T8ZiwcbdTv2IOZLYbhb436gwyIk_RVkkWSGsuu9Ika7gVVDGpuZv3Rf0lbJDPKVRzK5gM8yTH23ZVfcxn/s400/45190_112872112101212_4032993_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heat treatment, using the warmth of the sun....</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBEJgH90lsEVtO9xHDaix4cBGlMRX7zM_3EsRaFKGph4lLF8EES36Il2knbSQOr75nmU7pioQGuiExDqloC8O2gvwcUbewj2c6bvmzJ81fVsE8Z7Rf63QP8AEYEuB1gQNVLytsdGCpz97/s1600/460008_351433304911757_879989591_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBEJgH90lsEVtO9xHDaix4cBGlMRX7zM_3EsRaFKGph4lLF8EES36Il2knbSQOr75nmU7pioQGuiExDqloC8O2gvwcUbewj2c6bvmzJ81fVsE8Z7Rf63QP8AEYEuB1gQNVLytsdGCpz97/s400/460008_351433304911757_879989591_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If humans don't provide pillows, make your own....</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First to sleep means first choice of bed..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Relax and dream as your body recovers from yet another ultra..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sleeping can also be used to plead innocence...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top bunk means you can peek out the curtain</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back rests are perfect aids for recovery..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snuggle up close to furry bums...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Barefoot running = no blisters or lost toe nails...!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look really cute, then no one wants to wake you..!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sharing your bed with your best friend is good....</td></tr>
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<b><i>(Photos courtesy of Ian J Berry & Sandra Bowers)</i></b>The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-24396836304301089922013-03-23T18:51:00.003+00:002013-04-24T18:11:51.168+01:00Dear Humans that think they know better than us Huskies...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inspiring a generation... forever...</td></tr>
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Dear Humans that think they know better than us Huskies,<br />
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Apparently I have retired from the world of parkrun. <br />
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There was this discussion by the Humans and
they decided that they know best…. They decided that I no longer was able to
run parkruns with a smile upon my husky face…. <br />
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What do they know… I will retire when I am ready to retire, until then I
will show you all that you can indeed teach an old dog new tricks…<br />
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I may well be approaching my 12<sup>th</sup> birthday, but what does age matter
when you have the sense of humour and approach to life that I do…?</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In my element... with children :-)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leading the way....</td></tr>
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I have seen a lot in my life, many huskies have come and
gone and a pony called Friday and a beautiful Spanish horse called Brego have
also come and gone. I have loved and
learned from them all. I learned how to
do a Spanish Walk with Brego, I was better than him, but he was only a baby
when I knew him and has probably gone onto greater things…. With Kade and Kai we used to run with Friday
and with Brego and the Lady Human. Kai,
Kade and Friday no longer live with us, they watch us from above. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The day I met the lady human....</td></tr>
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Brego had to go and live with someone else, I
miss him, but know that it was for the best.
Lady Human is still here, don’t think she will ever leave me… I first
met her the very day that I arrived in this world…</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Running with the Man Human - leading the way as ever..;-)</td></tr>
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My father was a very special dog, his father (my grandfather) was one of the
most special ever dogs to grace this earth.
He taught so many what was right and wrong in this world. He protected the Lady Human for his lifetime
and he shared with her the world of huskies.
He helped her understand how we think and how we react. What we need to keep us happy and how we fit
into a human world….</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Us older dogs get special privileges... :-)</td></tr>
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I try to follow my grandfather’s path, but sometimes I wander a little from
it. That matters not as I know that as
he watches from above, he is proud of what I do, what Lady Human does and what
his bloodline will continue to do… Kroi
is his great, great, great grandson and in a few short months he will continue
this very special bloodline. A prospect
that that I longingly look forward to and yet fear with huge in trepidation…
have you ever tried to teach a husky puppy manners? I have, on five separate occasions…</div>
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So anyway, back to my supposed “retirement”…. Apparently
this was decided because I no longer looked happy running with my human
companions, based upon the fact that one cannot always smile when a camera is
thrown in one’s face….<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have run with many, children and adults alike – although truth
be known I prefer to run with little people as they are so much fun and like to
cuddle me. Cuddling is the best thing
ever!!</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Anyway…. humans out there here is a reality check for you…. I am a husky and I take my job and my life
seriously. If you want me to work for
you, then ask and I will run in front of you forever. Stop asking and I will run by your side. Be grumpy or frustrated and I will run behind
you, but I will never stop running as long as I can run….</div>
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I out ran the Lady Human only this week, she is capable of running far faster
than she will admit, and for a short time I reminded her of that fact. I was not helping, pulling or towing her during
a very fast run together - the only motivation to her was to keep up with me,
and that she did. I wish she believed
more than she does, that was all that my grandfather wanted her to do and
sometimes she forgets that. When she
remembers, we as a pack are invincible.
Huskies Running with Lady Human and Man Human achieve all that we aspire
to be….. Runners with a purpose and with a smile etched upon our faces….</div>
<o:p></o:p><br />
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I helped the Lady Human carry a very precious cargo during
the Olympic Flame relay. We helped carry
a flame to inspire a generation. I want
to continue that aspiration as does the human that I have shared a lifetime
with. Sometimes it is hard, but never
forget, this motto is ingrained forever in our hearts. For as long as we walk upon this earth we
will endeavour to aspire to it…..</div>
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That is I guess, until I “retire” again…. ;-)</div>
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<b><i>Krofti xx</i></b></div>
<o:p></o:p><br />
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<br />The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-37095320951124702382013-03-04T20:10:00.001+00:002013-03-04T20:10:39.916+00:00When Simba came to stay.....<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_em6ImmUbRhzb1tktx0bswUnqZewc-G5Ay5w1qBH_gslb5W3zHyTmoAhxFLlujMTQI56LD1-YH9UOZ5dnMM-ovBDrpXKWBbPWOptRzH-0rf8K10NR2_Lcj1iUjOrAex1j3SYT7BDMnKwC/s1600/Simba(01).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_em6ImmUbRhzb1tktx0bswUnqZewc-G5Ay5w1qBH_gslb5W3zHyTmoAhxFLlujMTQI56LD1-YH9UOZ5dnMM-ovBDrpXKWBbPWOptRzH-0rf8K10NR2_Lcj1iUjOrAex1j3SYT7BDMnKwC/s320/Simba(01).jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aren't I cute...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Wow, such a cool weekend.<br />
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I met three big boy huskies and we played lots. </div>
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The grey one with blue eyes sleeps a lot and gets grumpy if I bite him
or jump on him. He tells me not to do it,
but I ignore him and that is when he gets grumpy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The big brown one fusses around me asking if I am okay every
few minutes. He even let me eat his
biscuit when he dropped it on the floor. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnGo7ajKkHqb24QJFQICMxBhMOLcvR_kj2FnK0hMet0VFr7t3oJ43EyI6uEVWpEwZa7ZNHcIwFFgsXeJKs9tB3u4xQp-Pnj_FFDjreBP4dcxBKpFt9tH7WYCtHEbYimlr_PNxfOhdKKN7/s1600/Simba(05).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnGo7ajKkHqb24QJFQICMxBhMOLcvR_kj2FnK0hMet0VFr7t3oJ43EyI6uEVWpEwZa7ZNHcIwFFgsXeJKs9tB3u4xQp-Pnj_FFDjreBP4dcxBKpFt9tH7WYCtHEbYimlr_PNxfOhdKKN7/s320/Simba(05).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My big brown furry protector....</td></tr>
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My favourite one is the grey one with brown eyes. He is just so cool and I follow him
everywhere. I think he sometimes doesn’t
like it and tries to run away from me. I
tried to cuddle him when I got sleepy, but I don’t think he liked that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjj325BvWa2In_m_rWYMgCeq-WRd-saRzPvpfkyZDPr2zkuRMTqI6A_m9X7Ss6Ig9ge_19D2OM4DWCygj2D-KMj7v_zF4ZO8p1tiAhYTIDpj9vAyHfGhcmFr2WhXjMd_kR85FvM6cONECC/s1600/Simba(03).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjj325BvWa2In_m_rWYMgCeq-WRd-saRzPvpfkyZDPr2zkuRMTqI6A_m9X7Ss6Ig9ge_19D2OM4DWCygj2D-KMj7v_zF4ZO8p1tiAhYTIDpj9vAyHfGhcmFr2WhXjMd_kR85FvM6cONECC/s320/Simba(03).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My hero!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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The grey one is really good fun to pay with. His name is Kroi but you need to say Kree
otherwise he ignores you. We ran round
and round the garden together and played rough and tumble.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There is a Man Human and Lady Human that live here too. The Man Human was snipping trees and putting lots
of bits of twig and stuff in a green bucket.
I took it out the bucket and ran around the garden with it. Then Kroi copied me. They were my twigs in the Man’s bucket so
Lady Human told Kroi not to steal them, but then Man Human hid them from me, so
unfair….<o:p></o:p></div>
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<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBF1CkVCstZ3h8RGEsD7MV8Mltptv4K1kZ5nc3aTvDHLfvNRNwjuojDNW8rY9qVvQRp2MIqXpWnkbJoa6O8OroZ7i9burf8q1JeeWCWY4fr-qNBHI6Zn5xO1SMZsuQkWHiA1oMPwSaofM/s1600/Simba(06).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBF1CkVCstZ3h8RGEsD7MV8Mltptv4K1kZ5nc3aTvDHLfvNRNwjuojDNW8rY9qVvQRp2MIqXpWnkbJoa6O8OroZ7i9burf8q1JeeWCWY4fr-qNBHI6Zn5xO1SMZsuQkWHiA1oMPwSaofM/s320/Simba(06).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What ya doin'?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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There were so many toys to play with too, not as cool as my
toys but it was fun taking them out the box they were hiding in. I found a really cool pheasant toy, but Kroi
shouted at me and took it away from me.
The he went up the stairs with it.
When he came back he didn’t have the toy no more. Think he lost it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We all had dinner in the room where there are so many
exciting smells. I went exploring and
found a potato and a bottle top under the cupboard. I also found lots of fluff that stuck to my
nose and was all tickly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhORTsMZQ19_zQTw6suwIZSsPukLPLxkPdBWc1F8H5ZkqkKpaqv9oMf6zrnlkGXsdCVITjjAcTJXh_61vrTs7a2NNqnAENVzp5iFCmeRNq2lazXPxigu1tXDaKdul6uRSn9iDkPl6VtFq/s1600/Simba(07).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhORTsMZQ19_zQTw6suwIZSsPukLPLxkPdBWc1F8H5ZkqkKpaqv9oMf6zrnlkGXsdCVITjjAcTJXh_61vrTs7a2NNqnAENVzp5iFCmeRNq2lazXPxigu1tXDaKdul6uRSn9iDkPl6VtFq/s320/Simba(07).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me is the fastest ever husky...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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I didn’t want my dinner as the big boy huskies’ dinner
smelled much nicer. So Lady Human let me
have a little piece of theirs and it was really nice. I was still hungry so I then ate all my
dinner as well.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After dinner I played some more in the house. I found lots of really cool stuff, but Lady
Human kept on chasing me and took the stuff off me. I went upstairs to find pheasant, but found
some human stuff instead. Stuff they put
on their paws ‘cos they don’t have fur to keep their skinny paws warm. Lady Human wasn’t happy when I tried to eat
it. I found some of the stuff they put
on their back paws too…<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilU0RBUghYXX0Bt3QaHB4GKtiiFC3ELAtVZR665OcOrd7LLLaZt8tLriN8h0s9SLLlveMU59Gfi4eZBsEHMzWbH5Kl4fXAJS0CTWVP65OBcBEUeY_qMYRI78l4qYnUjc6Oh1CUi56WokkS/s1600/Simba(04).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilU0RBUghYXX0Bt3QaHB4GKtiiFC3ELAtVZR665OcOrd7LLLaZt8tLriN8h0s9SLLlveMU59Gfi4eZBsEHMzWbH5Kl4fXAJS0CTWVP65OBcBEUeY_qMYRI78l4qYnUjc6Oh1CUi56WokkS/s320/Simba(04).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watch out, here I come, ready or not!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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Then I went all sleepy so I curled up and fell asleep on my
blanket. When I woke it wasn’t dark
any more and we all went to play in the garden.
I told Kroi that I could run faster than him and raced him up the top
garden. He knew I was faster than him so
he tripped me up….<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then Kroi and Kez went out with the Lady Human for ages and I
stayed and played with the Man Human. I brought
all my toys into the room where he was and chewed them. Then I had some breakfast and felt all sleepy
again…..<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>Simba xx<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i><br /></i></b></div>
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<i><b>(</b>Photos courtesy of Ian J Berry<b>)</b></i></div>
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The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-34513236083622919982013-02-24T19:18:00.006+00:002013-03-03T12:03:27.904+00:00My favourite boy husky....<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxQLtHjyg-D-RdCKCPfgh1EYDdLDi77u8y6qLI5BKEhhLVI6_053K0rzAHCXzvHFAxiStgEkY3mQP1GaP1CMzGAmte5051BNEi6aMOCmoTmJ6L5nNRgnHkBN7egaN8mNrPbzrG49HQUkS/s1600/laras+last+sunday.+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxQLtHjyg-D-RdCKCPfgh1EYDdLDi77u8y6qLI5BKEhhLVI6_053K0rzAHCXzvHFAxiStgEkY3mQP1GaP1CMzGAmte5051BNEi6aMOCmoTmJ6L5nNRgnHkBN7egaN8mNrPbzrG49HQUkS/s320/laras+last+sunday.+02.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready to run....</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I am very happy today.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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I got to run with my favourite boy husky for hours and hours
and Lady Human told me that I am doing something very special and exciting on
Friday…..<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lady Human was a little sad when she put my harness on
today, she cuddled me lots and told me that she was going to miss me lots. I thought that we were going out just her and
me but then she got Kroi’s collar and lead and asked if he wanted to come too. Kroi never says no to running or going
anywhere with Lady Human. <o:p></o:p></div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKW8ZTiaQnm81w64xAkNBjN6jBeOBDO3T0cQxmPxkShearCL1epBmuaGNmNVMswr6rEpr92PTIPkcXKJshrAq_gaj-Wua-M7ToGljp4SNJLmwdf7NUoUv1HBjI3z9wAYf_yKl6P1JZHAx/s1600/laras+last+sunday.+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKW8ZTiaQnm81w64xAkNBjN6jBeOBDO3T0cQxmPxkShearCL1epBmuaGNmNVMswr6rEpr92PTIPkcXKJshrAq_gaj-Wua-M7ToGljp4SNJLmwdf7NUoUv1HBjI3z9wAYf_yKl6P1JZHAx/s320/laras+last+sunday.+03.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kroi leads the way...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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Kroi is allowed to run with just his collar and lead, but I need
to wear a harness because I like to pull and Lady Human says it would hurt my
neck if I didn’t wear a harness. One day
I hope I can run on the long lead and collar because it looks like so much fun. Kroi runs back a forth between me, Lady Human
and all the exciting sounds and smells of the countryside. He likes to wee a lot, which is silly as he
should go before we start running….<o:p></o:p><br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhEKf17VY5DRbkRK93EjUue7ANJITsS1q8r1q9zS444b8O0FZR3aH3qrtSrdVZhsWisLkck7PbBcit89DK31mUsCsf7qZ-MG3Hy_dWw__NE3wPjCoSGJy6jWSzM_FQr_GU8mHK7RI7bk1/s1600/679947_4229188922548_985096517_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhEKf17VY5DRbkRK93EjUue7ANJITsS1q8r1q9zS444b8O0FZR3aH3qrtSrdVZhsWisLkck7PbBcit89DK31mUsCsf7qZ-MG3Hy_dWw__NE3wPjCoSGJy6jWSzM_FQr_GU8mHK7RI7bk1/s320/679947_4229188922548_985096517_o.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally won him over...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Kroi is my favourite boy husky and I like snuggling up to him
when I am sleeping. He likes it now, but
didn’t when I first moved in. He was
such a mummy’s boy husky and didn’t know how to treat Lady Huskies. He got really grumpy when I followed him
everywhere and wouldn’t let him have any of the toys – he said they were his. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He has changed a lot since I have known him and is now nearly
a grown up. He is going to be a daddy
later this year and he said that if he has a baby girl he will call it
Lara. I think he was just being nice to
me as I think he wants a baby boy husky to play rough and tumble with.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is fun running with Kroi and Lady Human. Sometimes we go really quickly and sometimes
we just trot along admiring the view. We
always see lots of furry creatures and Lady Human gets cross when we try and
catch them. I think she is just jealous
as she isn’t fast enough to catch them…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lady Human kept on barking today and making “choo”
noises. And her voice sometimes sounded
funny too. I wondered if an alien had
taken over her body like sometimes happens in the movies, but Kroi told me that
she just had a bug. That sounds weird as
the only bugs I know are the ones that crawl across the floor and I try to eat….<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9sYKSPZ498d6d-UqDW-1Cmc8mbn-6N9I-J3VPjcAPC-UkNtVAEsHtK2ouEjT1WfwF2AGwOJlYt5G3jzfA0l5zGEjpctLybokSzblFx5x_xnmLnxBR_jBhB2yZQz7VnnxGZ-IVbXW9dp2c/s1600/735655_4518567436830_74060108_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9sYKSPZ498d6d-UqDW-1Cmc8mbn-6N9I-J3VPjcAPC-UkNtVAEsHtK2ouEjT1WfwF2AGwOJlYt5G3jzfA0l5zGEjpctLybokSzblFx5x_xnmLnxBR_jBhB2yZQz7VnnxGZ-IVbXW9dp2c/s320/735655_4518567436830_74060108_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See, I am prettier than him, but he is rather handsome</td></tr>
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Another big scary dog tried to hurt me again today and this
time it wasn’t Lady Human that protected me, it was my favourite boy
husky. He knocked the dog down and tried
to sit on it, he didn’t hurt it, but the bad dog decided not to attack me
again. The bad dog’s owner eventually
took his dog away. I don’t think Kroi
liked the bad dog or his owner as he stood staring at them until they were
safely away from us and I think he was muttering something under his breath. Lady Human gave Kroi lots of cuddles and told
him that he really was turning into the dog that she dreamed of…..<o:p></o:p><br />
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Lots of other dogs came chasing after us, but we ignored them
and kept on running. I think the owners
of those dogs shouldn’t let them off lead if they are naughty. One dog chased us across busy roads and was
very lucky not to get hit by a car.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was safer when we were in the countryside as the country
dogs and their owners behave. It was the
town dogs and their owners that didn’t have manners…. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We met a nice old lady that wanted to talk to the Lady Human. She said that it was amazing how well behaved
we were. I think she was mistaken as
Kroi was pulling funny faces to make me laugh when the two humans were chatting…..
<o:p></o:p></div>
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When we got back home Lady Human went out running with
Krofti and then Kez. Kroi and I thought
that she got lost when she went out with Kez as they were gone for ages. We snuggled up together at the front door
waiting for them to return. <br />
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Then we all had lots of breakfast and Lady Human even let me
have some of hers. Lady Human then went
back to bed so I lay beside her bed as it was warm and comfy. The boy huskies all stayed downstairs – I think
they were too tired to climb the stairs…. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I think Lady Human forgot that today was Sunday as we all
went running in the evening too…. Kroi
and I had to wait until last and he got really upset about this and had a bit
of a sing song to let everyone know….<o:p></o:p></div>
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We ran up the track to the big hill and Lady Human kept on
asking us to stop and then she played with her little box that makes “dring,
dring” noises. Then she suddenly squeaked
really loudly and crouched down low.
Kroi ran over to her and started making funny little noises. I tapped her with my paw to make her run
again, but she didn’t want to. She
turned around and headed home, we never made it up the hill, but I did try and
catch a mouse on the way back….<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had a really fun day today and I think I am going to have
even more fun next weekend…..<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>Lara xx</i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>(photos courtesy of Sandra Bowers)</i></div>
The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-3612086260443607522013-02-20T17:02:00.001+00:002013-03-03T12:03:27.906+00:00Free the Lady Husky one...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Lady Human put me in jail today. She said that I needed to spend time on my own to consider my behaviour towards old huskies. She said that I was very rude to Kroft and
that I should think about what I had done and apologise to him. </div>
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So I wrote him a letter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dear Krofti,</div>
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When I shouted at you today it was only because I thought
you couldn’t hear me. I know you don’t hear
very well these days and so I wanted to help.
I didn’t mean to use a bad word, it just sort of came out and my “nasty
face” as Lady Human called it, was just because I had an itchy nose.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t mean to push you out of the way when you tried to
say hello to Lady Human, but you did just cut in front of me. I know I came from the other side of the
room, but I was heading that way too….<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I didn’t really steal your food I just thought that it
was mine. I know I have a pink bowl, but
in the bright sunlight your beige one did look a little pink to me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sleeping on my bed...</td></tr>
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When we walk together I don’t mean to be rude, but you are
really slow and boring. So I try to
hurry you along even though Lady Human tells me off. I know she sometimes gets impatient too as I
hear her little mutterings under her breath when you sniff the same piece of
grass one hundred times.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I pulled the bed away from you as you were sleeping today
I was only trying to let you know that it was my bed and that you would be more
comfortable in your own bed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The pizza crust last night was fair game in my opinion. I know the Man Human gave it to you, but you
placed it on the floor so I assumed you were too polite to refuse the gift from
him. Yes it was just under your nose and
between your paws, but does that really matter...?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wasn’t really trying to pounce on you the other day. Maybe if you didn’t walk past my launch pad then
I wouldn’t have mistaken you for a big mouse.
I know the sofa isn’t a proper launch pad, but when I am playing space
invaders with the boy huskies I sort of pretend that it is, well until Lady Human
stops me….<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kez telling me off</td></tr>
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I want to be your friend, but don’t understand why you
ignore me and why the other boy huskies sometimes will not let me talk to you,
especially Kez. He can be quite grumpy
sometimes when he pushes me away from you or stops me jumping on top of you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Can we be friends please?
Lady Human has promised that if I am nice to you then I will be allowed
out of jail to play with the boy huskies and go running and stuff.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I promise not to steal anymore of your food or be rude to
you. I will try not to make silly faces
at you or stop you getting attention from the Humans. If I do will you be my friend and tell me how
beautiful I am. You could share your
food with me – I can eat the bits you don’t like, I am not fussy…<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I guess what I am trying to say is that I am sorry for
not being nice to you, but you started it…..<br />
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Lara xx</i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>(Photos thanks to Ian J Berry & Sandra Bowers)</i></div>
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<br />The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-73854690719222111362013-02-04T19:50:00.001+00:002013-03-03T12:03:27.910+00:00Today I asked a butterfly to play...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wonder if it wants to play...</td></tr>
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Today was fun.<br />
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Lady Human stayed at home to “tippy tap” on the computer,
and every now and again she spoke to the little black box that makes “dring”, “dring”
noises. I like when Lady Human is here
as I can follow her around and watch all that she does - sometimes I just stare
at her. If I stare at her lots, she
starts smiling and then gives me stuff to eat or toys to play with….<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me hiding, bet you can't see me..</td></tr>
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Sometimes she gets cross and tells me to go away. The boy huskies stay out of the way when she
gets cross, but I pretend to not understand and hide under the table so that I
can still be close to her. I make myself
really small so that she doesn’t know I am there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyway, today I followed Lady Human upstairs and into the
room where the humans sometimes hide.
She was talking to something on the window ledge and I wanted to know
what it was so I squeaked at her to let her know that I should see whatever she
was looking at.</div>
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She did as I told her and it was so exciting. Lady Human had found a beautiful fluttering butterfly! I was a bit confused as I don’t think that
the cabbages in the garden have started growing yet, so I don’t know what it
has been eating to turn itself into a butterfly. Krofti told me that the real life creatures
that look like Kroi’s Colin Caterpillar are born green and eat lots of
cabbage. Then they go to sleep for a
long time and when they awake they turn into butterflies. I think that is really cool and sometimes I
wish that when I go to sleep I will awake and have beautiful wings, just like
the boy husky that visits me in my dreams.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Planning an escape..</td></tr>
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I was fascinated by this beautiful butterfly and asked it if
it wanted to play. It got really scared
and flew away when I tried to touch it with my nose. Lady Human tried to find it again, but I don’t
think she did because she went back downstairs to go “tippy tap” on the
computer and talk to the “dring”, “dring”….<br />
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<b><i>
Lara xx</i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kroi's Colin Caterpillar disguised as a Husky..</td></tr>
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The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-33271990657789473022013-02-03T12:50:00.001+00:002013-02-03T12:51:03.814+00:00My Solo Adventure<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Today I went on a big adventure with the Lady Human. It was a ladies’ day out, no boys allowed. Apparently I am not allowed to go on the
really long and relaxing runs with the boy huskies because I misbehave and then
Kroi misbehaves too and then it is not relaxing.
I think the real reason is that we are too fast and strong for Lady
Human – she should get fitter then it would be easier! I could show her how to sprint up and down
the garden….<br />
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I like running on my own as I get to explore and have
fun. When I run with the boys they just
want to keep running and running and don’t want to stop and sniff. The even ignore rabbits and birds sometimes,
so boring! My motto is “if it moves,
chase it”, making sure that the human chases it with me too. I sometimes make mistakes though as leaves
and litter blowing in the wind aren’t really worthy of chasing, but when they
move I can’t resist. Then I have to
pretend that I was just doing some sprint training as Kroi laughs at me for
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I asked Kez why he ignores furry creatures and interesting
smells when he is running with Lady Human.
He said that he didn’t use to ignore them. When he was a baby and before he did lots of running
he said he used to chase things and stop and sniff every tree and all the holes
where the rabbits hide. He said that he
did so much of it as he was growing up that now he only needs to do it every so
often. He said that when he is running
with Lady Human he has a job to do and that is to keep running and to remain
focused and make sure that Lady Human does too.
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Kez also said that he used to pull and pull when he ran with
her but she asked him to not pull and just lead the way. He said that was really hard to do as he has
a deep seated desire to always pull, but he has learned to do what Lady Human really
wants him to do and now he only pulls when she specifically asks him to. That sounds a bit silly to me as I love to
pull and Lady Human likes it when I am happy so why would she want me to stop
pulling….<o:p></o:p></div>
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I never got to do any exploring when I was a baby as I lived
in a box and didn’t see the outside. Then
when I was a little older I had to look after my own babies and never got to do
any exploring. I never had fun like I do
now. I think the Lady Human understands
because when we go out together and without the boy huskies she stops a lot and
lets me have fun. We run really quickly
too, but then we stop while she gets her breath back and I can sniff and
explore. When we stop she points her
phone at me, not sure if she wants me to call someone? Perhaps I could call the boy huskies and tell
them how much fun I am having….<o:p></o:p></div>
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Today we helped two naughty pointers find their humans. They had run away chasing deer and the owners
were really upset when they spoke to Lady Human. A little while after seeing the upset humans
we saw the naughty pointers in the distance.
We ran towards them to get their attention and then they saw us and
started chasing us. I got really scared
as it was a pointer dog that hurt Kroi recently. Lady Human told me to run as fast as I could back
where we came from. So I did and the naughty
pointers came sprinting after us. They
got closer and closer and I ran faster and faster, what if they wanted to hurt
me too…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lady Human suddenly stopped and stood right in front of me
as the naughty pointers came charging towards us. Suddenly the upset humans appeared and the
naughty pointers changed their mind and ran over to them instead. The humans were so happy to have the naughty
pointers back. Lady Human told me how
good I was and that I didn’t need to be scared as these pointer dogs were
friendly ones. I didn’t want to say
hello to them though as I had other stuff to do….<o:p></o:p></div>
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I found this huge hole that smelled amazing and there were
lots of little tasty rabbit currants beside the hole. The hole was big enough for me to crawl into
and so I tried to. Lady Human started
laughing and told me I would get stuck!
I think what she actually meant was that she was too fat to follow me
down the hole…. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mmmmm rabbit currants</td></tr>
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We ran some more and I tried to chase some birds. Lady Human is like an anchor when she is
attached to me and she slows me down so the birds fly away chattering rude
words back at me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to get close to Lady Human</td></tr>
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It was so much fun and when we got back home I followed Lady
Human everywhere looking for more fun. Humans
are really cool to be around now that they don’t scare me anymore. Lady Human got really sad and her eyes
started watering when I sat on her foot and tried to cuddle her leg. She said something about me having to grow
wings and flying nests. That sounds
silly as I am not a bird and I don’t think nests can fly. Only birds and butterflies have wings. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We maybe that’s not quite true as the boy husky that I sometimes
see in my dreams also has amazing silver wings…..<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>Lara xx</i></b><br />
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<br />The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-49453421406632799462013-02-01T12:50:00.000+00:002013-02-03T12:51:38.955+00:00Little people & scary monsters<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13.333333015441895px; text-align: center;">Me as a scary snake...</td></tr>
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Sometimes Lady Human takes me running on my own, without the boy huskies. I like when we do this as I get her all to myself. She lets me do silly things like bounce up and down like a lamb and grab cabbage leaves in my mouth. She laughs when I do these silly things and I like when she laughs. I don’t like when she gets cross when Kroi and I race each playing racing car games. She should just practise running faster and then she would be able to keep up with us….<br />
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The other day she took me running to a place where there were lots of little people. The little people were all wearing blue jumpers. The little boys wore trousers and the little girls wore skirts. Lots of them wanted to speak to me and they were really nice and gentle when they touched me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We ran down a path where an adult human was walking with her little person. The little person started screaming and ran down the path away from her lady human. She wasn’t on a lead and her lady human was too busy talking on her phone to call her little person back to her. I wondered if the little person was running to the grassy area because she needed a number two. When we got to the grassy area the little person was just standing there screaming and her eyes were watering. She looked really scared and I got really scared too. Perhaps there were monsters hiding in the grass that were going to hurt us….<br />
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Lady Human stopped running and crouched beside me. I didn’t feel scared anymore, but the little person could still see the monsters and her eyes were still watering. My Lady Human kept speaking to the little person and as she spoke to her I noticed that the little person was coming closer to us.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lady Human kept cuddling me and I snuggled closer to her as I knew she would protect me if the monster suddenly attacked. The little person’s adult human had decided to stop talking on her phone and she started speaking to Lady Human. I think she said something about the little person being hurt by a bad dog. I think she meant to say a dog with a bad human, but was a little confused.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I know that dogs should never hurt little people and it made me sad to think that this little person had been hurt by one of my kind. I tried to edge towards the little person just as another little person suddenly appeared. This little person shouted “husky” and reached over to touch me. Lady Human let him cuddle me and I liked it lots. When he left I turned around and the little person with the watering eyes was standing right beside me. Her eyes were no longer watering and as Lady Human continued to speak to her she put her hand on my neck and gently touched my fur. Then she started smiling and rubbed her hand all around my neck and head. I liked it a lot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lady Human was smiling lots and I think she said something about “husky magic”. Then the little person started smiling and said I “looked like a silver fox”. She said it so happily that I smiled and bounced around after we left her and started running again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I like little people. They don’t scare me and seem to know when I am scared. Some adult humans don’t understand me and they try to touch me when I don’t want them to. Most little people wait until I relax and then they touch me. I think some of the little people understand me in the same way as Lady Human does.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><b>Lara</b></i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>(photo joint effort of S. Bowers & Ian J. Berry...)</i></div>
The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-72217592154306533632013-01-28T18:49:00.000+00:002013-01-28T18:49:45.985+00:00The little dog that loved to run<br />
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The little dog did love to dream. She dreamt of a place where she could run. A place where she was free and happy and her babies were safe. A place they could all run free together.<br />
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Her life was sad and she was always scared. Her dreams took her to a beautiful place, a promised land for those that dream….<o:p></o:p></div>
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One day the door to her prison was opened and she placed her feet upon grass for the first ever time. She stretched her legs and dreamed of more….<o:p></o:p></div>
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She never again saw the man that held her a prisoner in a small cage. She met new people and got to explore a whole new world. An exciting world of different smells, sounds and sights. People spoke to her, shared good food with her and welcomed her into this new world. It was an exciting world, but still a scary world and the little dog still loved to dream….<o:p></o:p></div>
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She dreamt of her babies, did not know where they were and if they were safe. She longed to see them one more time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One day the little dog had a terrible fright. She was so scared that she ran and ran. She had never run alone before and the further she ran the more scared she became. There were so many strange smells and sounds and no friend to help her understand them. She did not know where she was. Her legs hurt and her paws were sore. Her whole body ached from the effort of running so fast.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Suddenly there was a flash and the little dog felt pain no more. She continued to run and as she ran each stride became easier. She flew across the ground. There was brightness everywhere and lovely smells and sounds. The little dog smiled as she ran. This was the place of her dreams and she was really there. In the distance she saw her pack - her brothers, sisters and all her babies. They gently called to her as she ran towards them. She felt extreme happiness as they nuzzled her and playfully jumped upon her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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They played together for hours and then the leader of the pack told them that it was time. They gathered together and then they ran. As they ran the little dog felt her legs go faster and faster, so fast that each bound took her further from the ground. Suddenly the ground was no longer beneath her feet, yet she continued to move forwards. She looked around and saw all her pack now flying high above the ground.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As they flew the little dog looked down and recognised all the places where she had once been….<o:p></o:p></div>
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The horrid man who kept her in a box and took her babies from her was far below. He no longer walked free and he now lived in a box with bars. He looked sad and grumpy and just stared at the wall of his box. He had no friends and it looked like there was no door in his box made of bars.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And then the little dog saw the family that had shared their sounds and smells with her. The family that had fed the little dog - touched her and told her how special she was. They all looked sad and tears flowed down their faces. They held a photo of the little dog close to their hearts. The little dog whimpered as she did not want them to be sad. The leader of the pack flew to the little dog’s side “<i>fear not my little one, in time the tears will stop and they will remember you with smiles and happy thoughts. They will love you forever and never forget how they helped save you from a different life”.</i> The little dog looked down upon the family one last time and then called her babies to her. She would miss this special family very much, but now she was finally living her dream.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The little dog had found that special place that she had always dreamed of. She had found her babies and found her pack. She no longer felt pain or sadness and no longer was she scared. But best of all she could now run free, forever and a day she would run forever free…..<br />
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<b><i>Lara xx</i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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(<b><i>image courtesy of Ian J Berry</i></b>)</div>
The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-52477363789534613262013-01-24T18:54:00.003+00:002013-03-03T12:03:27.908+00:00Lara the Arctic Explorer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am no longer “Lara the Lady Husky”, I am “Lara the Arctic
Explorer” and I have been on a big adventure….<br />
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We woke up one morning and outside there was white stuff everywhere. It was cold and fluffy and so much fun to run
in. I could jump in it, roll in it and
even eat it! The garden looked just like
the place where the polar bears live. We watched them one time on the flat box
with moving pictures that talks to you.
Krofti told me that the white stuff was snow and it had fallen from the
sky just like rain, but because it was so cold it had frozen and turned all
fluffy. Sometimes little pieces of white
fluffy stuff just like snow falls out of the big food box in the kitchen, the
one where our food hides.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at me, I can fly!!</td></tr>
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I played for hours in the snow with the boy huskies and Man
Human kept on asking me to do things while he lay down in the snow with a
little box with a big tube that he kept pointing at me. It made clicky noises every time I whizzed by. Kroi told me that he was trying to shoot me
but I was too fast. Kroi says silly
things sometimes because I know that the Man Human likes me a lot and he wouldn’t
want to shoot me. He sometimes tries to
shoot Krofti with a water gun to try and make him stop singing, but Krofti is
too clever and he always misses. I think
Man Human wants to be a husky because he looked really cold and he couldn’t
move his human paws after put the box and tube thing away…..<o:p></o:p></div>
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After we had played for ages, Lady Human took me running
with the boy huskies. She kept on saying
the “steady” word, but we all ignored her because it was too much fun trying to
run really quickly in the snow. We tried
to help by pulling her forward to make her run faster, but she looked all
wobbly and kept on making weird noises.
Humans are funny when they run in the snow – they only put their back
paws in the snow and wave their front paws around a lot. They should use all four paws then they
wouldn’t fall over so much. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There were lots of little birds and some didn’t want to fly and
waddled away from us on the snow. They
looked like little penguins on speed, it was really funny watching them. The boy huskies and I all tried to catch
them, but Lady Human got really grumpy and told us to stop. Kez and Kroi stopped trying to chase them and
Kez jumped on me when I didn’t want to stop.
Kez told me that they were game birds and we would get into trouble, but
I didn’t believe him because those little birds obviously didn’t want to play games
with us….. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We didn’t see any more penguins on speed, but I did see a big
red cat with a very pointy nose and a big bushy tail. I smelled it first because it was really
pongy, and Kez and Kroi smelled it too.
Lady Human made us stop and she crouched down on the snow, which seemed
really silly as she doesn’t have a tail to keep her bottom warm. She kept on telling us to stay, but I didn’t
want to as I wanted to follow this smell.
Kez and Kroi went over to see why Lady Human was sitting in the snow and
as soon as they did that the smell got stronger and this pointy nosed cat ran
across the field really quickly. I tried
to run after it but Lady Human was too heavy for me to pull across the
field. Kroi tried to help me, but Kez
being such a mummy’s boy stayed where he was and then shouted at Kroi and
jumped on him so Kroi stopped helping me.
The pointy cat disappeared and Lady Human started running again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We ran up a very steep hill with a little ditch in the
middle. There were big bushes on either
side of the path and lots of rabbits kept on jumping across the path. It was really exciting and Lady Human was
trying to run really fast to keep up with us.
She laughed a lot and sounded all huffy and puffy. Then this really white bird suddenly swooped
down in front of us. I had never seen a
bird like it before and it didn’t make any noise as it flew along in front of
us. It had fluttery wings like a squeaky
bat, but much bigger and really white. I
tried to run as fast as it was flying, but Lady Human was too slow and it flew
over the bushes and disappeared.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I decided to run slower as the boy huskies looked
tired. They think that they are faster
than me and can run further than me and I don’t want to upset them by showing
off too much. So I pretend that I am
tired, but I am not really….<o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a polar bear really looks like....</td></tr>
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We saw some more penguins on speed, but they were too far
away and as I watched them a big growly dog suddenly appeared. It was big and white and looked like a
ferocious polar bear. It leapt at Kroi,
but Lady Human jumped in front of the polar bear and shouted at it. Kez hid behind Lady Human and I tried to hide
in the snow by lying down and making myself really small. The polar bear kept on growling and Kroi
tried to shout at it while hiding behind Lady Human. I think Lady Human growled the scariest
because the polar bear didn’t try to hurt Kroi again and just stood there
muttering under its breath. Then this
lady appeared and captured the polar bear with a lasso. I got up from my hiding place in the snow and
watched the unfriendly polar bear being dragged away as the lady said something
about “never done that before”…. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leaping after the caribou...</td></tr>
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We ran some more and as we ran down the hill where the
badgers live some deer came charging out of the woods. I got really excited again and so did the boy
huskies. Lady Human tried to make us
stop running but we all ignored her and kept on running. The deer looked like caribou running across
the open snow land. Our favourite food
is deer and caribou must taste even better.
Our food lives in a big ice box before we eat it so perhaps we were now
living in the world’s biggest ice box and our dinner was waiting for us. I looked across at the two boy huskies and
asked them if they wanted to play a game.
A game called “let’s pretend we are wolves”. Their husky smiles said it all and off we ran,
wolves in pursuit of caribou as Lady Human finally learned how to fly………<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>Lara xx</i></b><br />
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<i>(Photos courtesy of Sandra Bowers, Ian J Berry & Wikipedia)</i><br />
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<br />The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-22904270790825925372013-01-24T13:06:00.000+00:002013-01-24T13:06:04.606+00:00Three of my most favourite things<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody>
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<b>Three of my four most favourite things: running, food and gentlemen….</b><br />
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Wow, had the best day ever today! I got to run with lady human; eat so much good food that my belly hurt and met a really nice man looking for a new running buddy…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lady human got up really early and took the boy huskies running. I was sad that I didn’t get to run but I didn’t let it worry me and had a little sleep in the kitchen with my fluffy cat while I waited for the boy huskies to return.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When they returned man human put me in the car while lady human cuddled the boy huskies. I don’t think that the lady human likes leaving the boy huskies and the boy huskies don’t like it when she is not there. The two baby boy huskies wait by the front door looking really sad and grumpy while Krofti sings away too himself in his bedroom… But don’t tell the boy huskies that I called them babies as they think they are sooo grown up, yeah right….<o:p></o:p></div>
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We went for a drive in the vroom, vroom car and then we arrived at the place where the boy huskies like running really fast. Once upon a time the boy huskies did something very special at this place, something that no one else will ever do. I think they are very proud of what they did as they did it with the lady human and they are happiest when they do things together with her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was a little scary at first, being at this place where there are lots of humans and no boy huskies to help me. Lady human was really cool though as she knows when I am scared and helps me feel better. All the other humans suddenly ran away from us, and there were hundreds of them running so close together that they looked like a swarm of bees. Lady human told me to stay for a bit and then we started running but we stayed on the grass and ran in between all the gorse bushes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We overtook lots of the humans and then I got a little scared as there were so many people and I don’t know any of them. I tried to hide behind a gorse bush, but I don’t think the lady human liked that as she squeaked when she ran through the gorse – I forgot to tell her to make herself small so she could fit through the lady husky sized hole between the bushes that I found. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Once the lady human stopped squeaking we started running again, straight into a herd of cows! I wanted to say hello, but lady human told me to keep running. Then a rude dog started chasing us, but I was too fast for it and it ran out of puff. We got to splash in lots of puddles and I got to play at being a submarine. I am really good at this game and it is so much fun!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I think the lady human found it hard to run today as she has been limping a lot recently and sometimes she stops running and walks. I think this is why she does not run with all three of us together at the moment. I think it hurts her too much when we play at being racing huskies. I have been running with only Kez, while Kroi runs either alone or sometimes with Kez. Kez is a goody two shoes and always behaves so I think he is allowed to run with everyone….<o:p></o:p></div>
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After we stopped running I got lots of cuddles and lots of treats from the lady human. Then I met this really nice man who told me all about his dog and how he is looking for a new running buddy. He really liked me and I liked him and would like to run with him and his little dog…..<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had to wait in the car when the man and lady human ate cake and talked to all the other humans. Lady human kept on popping out to say hello. I think she was worried that I would be naughty, but she need not have worried as I am a really good girl and knew she would not leave me alone for long.<o:p></o:p></div>
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On the way home we stopped at the most amazing place where everywhere smelled of meat. Then the humans put loads of this delicious meat in the back of the car and let me choose a special piece to eat on the journey home. I think I ate too much as my belly is really big now and I keep making little rude noises, but please don’t tell the boy huskies as I blame them, like the time they ate too many brussel sprouts…..<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>Lara</i></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13.333333015441895px;">Back home with my <b>most</b> favourite things......</td></tr>
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My harness, line and lady human's running belt were all very kindly given to us by Emily at <a href="http://www.k9trailtime.com/">K9Trailtime</a> - for all your dog running needs :-)<br />
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(<i>photos kindly taken by Stuart March & Ian J Berry</i>)<br />
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The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-72015368780932587872013-01-24T13:04:00.000+00:002013-01-24T13:04:09.694+00:00Today I saw a mouse's tail<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody>
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Sometimes when I am out running with Kroi he jumps into the grass and pretends that he is hunting mice. He tells me that he catches lots but I have never seen him catching one so I think he is playing make believe. He does find bits of string sometimes as I see a little bit of it sticking out from his mouth. He is a silly husky because only cats chase balls of string, not boy huskies!<br />
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Kroft told me that he once caught a mouse and that Kade used to catch them all the time. But one time a mouse got its revenge and bit Kade’s tongue, which made him cry and throw the mouse away. The mouse then scampered away to tell its family of the day it took on a husky…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kez says that we shouldn’t catch mice because Lady Human gets upset and he doesn’t like when she is sad. Kroi says we shouldn’t listen to his big brother as all proper huskies hunt little furry creatures. Our ancestors in far off lands had to take care of themselves and find their own food, which meant that they had to hunt their own dinner! I think Lady and Man Human must do all the hunting for us as they come home with our dinner in big boxes. I don’t know what they do with all the fur because it isn’t there when we eat it. I wonder if they eat the fur before they come home, yeuchh!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Apparently the reason that we are not allowed off lead in the countryside is because only the humans are allowed to hunt the big furry creatures that live there. Kroi says we will not get into trouble if we hunt little furry things, but we must leave the big furry ones alone. Sometimes he forgets this and Lady Human gets cross when he tries to make her chase the big furry things too…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyway, something really exciting happened today! I was out running with Lady Human on a grassy path with long grass on the side. I suddenly heard a noise and jumped into the long grass to listen closer. Lady Human stopped running and loosened my lead. I stopped jumping and listened. There it was again, it was a rustling noise like something little was moving in the grass. I pounced where the noise came from and it stopped. Then I heard the noise and pounced again. I could smell something too. It smelled like the smell of the balls of string that Kroi sometimes eats… <o:p></o:p></div>
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I got really excited as I tried to jump on the smell of the ball of string. I was playing make believe like Kroi does and today I was pretending that I was a cat. Lady Human was laughing as I played and it made me happy, so I kept on pretending that I was a cat pouncing on a ball of string….<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then I saw it! I saw a little piece of string moving towards the wall and with one huge leap I pounced on it. I wasn’t quick enough and it disappeared into a teeny, weeny hole in the wall.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When we got back home I told the boy huskies all about my fun playing with a ball of string. Kroi started laughing and when I asked him to tell me why he was laughing, Kez told me to go and speak to Krofti. I went to where Krofti was sleeping and politely asked him if he knew why Kroi had laughed at me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Krofti yawned and looked up at me from where he lay. “<i>Lara, Kroi was laughing because he knows how much fun you had today chasing mice. Those little bits of string are mice’s tails. You are a proper husky that is why you enjoy hunting and chasing. You don’t need to pretend to be a cat. Just be who you are</i>”.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Krofti is very old and very wise and so what he says must be true. I really did see a mouse’s tail today. So cool, maybe next time I will see the rest of the mouse…….<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>Lara xx</i></b></div>
The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-41776715330363873232013-01-15T12:11:00.000+00:002013-01-15T13:20:20.671+00:00My new life...<br />
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Dear Diary,<br />
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Not quite sure where I should start as so much has happened these past few months…<o:p></o:p></div>
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One minute I was really sad and living in a box alone. My babies had all been taken from me and I missed them a lot. Then the horrid man threw me in a van, drove me somewhere and threw me out the van. He grabbed my neck and it hurt lots, but it was the last time I felt pain and the last time that I felt sad.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The man had left me with a lady who fed me and let me play with other huskies. She was nice to me and tried to make friends with me but I was a little scared of her because I did know her very well. I think she understood because sometimes I saw her smiling at me and smiling people are not scary.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyway, next thing is that I am travelling with lots of huskies and when we arrive at our destination I meet some new people and another husky.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The new people and the husky took me for a little car journey and suddenly my life is complete, I am living with three boy huskies!! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Okay scrub that last statement I am not that simple. And I am a lady husky after all….<o:p></o:p></div>
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But seriously, suddenly I am living this really cool life where I get to run every day, play with boy huskies, sleep where I want, eat what I want and do whatever I blooming well want…. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The humans don’t appear to agree with the last point but as their rule is “only tell the husky off when you actually catch it doing the thing that you are telling it off about” as long as I am sneaky they cannot scold me….<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anyway, was watching the lady human the other day and she was doing lots of this writing stuff which seemed to make her happy and I suddenly thought - what if I started writing too. Would it make me happy? I have got so much to tell.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So here I am, full of loads of stories to tell about my new life. There will be tears and there will be smiles and lots of fun along the way. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Gotta go now as one of the boy huskies is trying to steal my furry cat that I thought was safe….<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>Lara</i></b></div>
The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502608286840120999.post-65573708153697603862010-07-20T16:36:00.002+01:002013-03-03T12:11:19.736+00:00The Blueberry Plant<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlPJfMmmECY2Aj1nxzQksBltX2V7LTvEbpWR1aE9GeZ3H1eOE_LqaEk0TiAXXzg7se_LA1vlSvZQY1_zrItqAxWfbdPiNLLGLYFWP18qePqZ7TT_17KR0gzk4lWG06LVZWd52by0BT4V6/s1600/blueberry.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497498962402611010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlPJfMmmECY2Aj1nxzQksBltX2V7LTvEbpWR1aE9GeZ3H1eOE_LqaEk0TiAXXzg7se_LA1vlSvZQY1_zrItqAxWfbdPiNLLGLYFWP18qePqZ7TT_17KR0gzk4lWG06LVZWd52by0BT4V6/s200/blueberry.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 94px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 141px;" /></a>I'm bored, with a capital B. Kroft is in a grumpy mood and keeps grizzling at me. Kade is all hot and bothered and lying snoozing in the kitchen. I want to have some fun...<br />
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Pulling some branches from the big tree didn't kill much time. Everyone still is in boring mode....<br />
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Ahh, there is a new little tree over near the brick shed. It is in a little plant pot that I saw Lady Human digging in the other day. As I walk closer I can smell her all around it. Yippee, she always wants to play with me, maybe she left this little tree for me to play with. What a good idea!<br />
I get all excited as I think of my play time with Lady Human, I don't always understand what she says to me, but he always says it in nice voice that makes my tail wag and ears flop<br />
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Yes, she must have left me a new toy for when she goes out to work. I'll take it into the kitchen and have some fun.<br />
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I try pulling it with my teeth but it is stuck in the mud. Never mind, I can use my paws to dig it out. With some digging, and then extra big tugs with my teeth I pull the plant out. Whoopsie, some roots were in quite deep and have pulled the pot over as I tugged. Big scary crash which wakens Kroft. Best get out his way as he is in a major grump!! Ouch, I wasn't quick enough. I think he still has some of my fur in his mouth. One day I will be big enough and so fast that he wont be able to catch me.<br />
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I wait until Kroft goes back to his corner in the garden and I return to my tree. There is still a big clump of mud on the roots, as I pull it into the house through the dog flat it leaves a little trail of mud, just like the one a snail leaves – only this one is muddy instead of slimey. It gets a little stuck going into the kitchen so I tug a little more and some of the leaves get caught in the door.<br />
This is fun, I can run round in circles in the kitchen with my tree, leaving muddy, snail trails on the rug. Kade makes a tut, tut noise from his corner near the place where all the dirty dishes go. “Lady Human will be so mad when she sees what you are doing. You are so going to get shouted at”. Kade is always right, like the wise owl that lives in the tree at the bottom of the garden.<br /><br />
I start to panic. Don't like it when Lady Human gets cross, makes me sad and then Krofti gets all grumpy and sometimes bites me really hard. He says that Lady Human can't bite me so he has to “sort it” for her. I think he's wrong because she doesn't look happy when he bites me, she gets all sad and I know she is really happy when we are good boys. She tells us so and goes all smiley and hugs us, sometimes even kisses us – yeuchh.<br />
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I don't want Lady Human to be cross, or Krofti to bite me, so I will take the tree outside and put it back in the pot. Much easier to drag it back through the dog flap, there is hardly any mud left on the tree roots, just looks like a stick with green bits now.<br /><br />
I put the stick next to the pot, but eat a few leaves before I go. Kai say's we need to eat green vegetables – not quite sure if leaves are vegetables, but they taste okay. And Lady Human will have so much fun planting the stick again, she enjoyed it so much the first time.<br />
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Just in time, sounds like Lady Human just got home. She'll never know....<br />
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<b><i>Kez</i></b>The Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05167221049617083142noreply@blogger.com