I am at my favorite spot in the Dog Park, although it is much better when the humans are sitting on the benches. I did not want to ask any humans for permission to post their pictures because I don't ask humans for permission for anything.
Most people are happy to see me up on the table so they can pet me and get kisses from me, although the best humans are the ones who get annoyed and act like I dont belong up on the table; all I need to do is give a little growl and it staightens most of them out like right now. It is a dog park after all, if they did not want to be at a place with me on the table, they should probably go somewhere that I am not at.
As you can see Flash knows his place, only the King should be on the table.
I am happy at my house, help my homeless brothers and sisters.
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I had the fishy first, Remy had the choice and took some stupid round thing.
He seems to be enjoying himself just fine.
And I am enjoying the fish
I want the Fish now, why oh why didn't I choose the fish. My evening is now ruined.
Well, Remy the big lummox eventually stole the fish and became the most annoying Husky in the world. Our secretary seems to have posted out of order but Wednesday's video was only a portion of the hour plus of non stop squeaking that Remy performed until Dad took the fish away and threw it in the garage.
"It may have been over an hour, I was sitting on the patio watching and listening with amazement as Remy would not stop squeaking that darn fish toy. I know he started just before 6 PM and I finally couldn't take anymore and went in the house to get away about 7 PM. That is when Remy brought the fish into the house and started going to town again and I finaly took it away from him and threw that fish in the garage." DAD
This is the first time we have ever had a toy taken away from us and the only toy we cannot play with in the house.
These photos were taken a few weeks ago. It was about 4 in the afternoon and was a verified 96 degrees in the shade. Dad was sitting in the shade with a thermometer (and a drink).
We were at the dog park early in the morning for a few hours, maybe we were too tired and became disorientated. Dad tried to get us to come in and sleep in the air conditioning but sometimes; you know how it is, you need to be stubborn whatever the cost. It is a matter of principle.
Flash started it so I joined him.
Man it's hot, are you okay Flash ?
I'm starting to melt, come on Flash wake up and lets go inside. I remember the air conditioning felt pretty good.
I cant take it anymore Flash, are you still alive? I gotta go in.
Okay, Flash came in too, I think we proved our point.
Last week was time for my physical which I hate, but I do like going to the Vet's office and seeing all the people who admire me. The first thing we had to do was stand on some platform that had a display with some digital numbers somewhere on it. I hate standing still, especially on something that the humans want me to stand still on so I put up a real fight.
After the technician was satisfied that she and Dad had me as still as I was ever going to get they gave up and she wrote something on a piece of paper and we went on to the next room and waited for the vet to do the physical and give me my shots. I was not a happy puppy at this time.
The vet entered the room and did not look too happy ( I thought she was just jealous that she was'nt as cool as me) and started to talk to Dad in some words I did not listen to and then Dad asked, you mean Remy is Phat? My ears perked up to listen to the the Vet's response, knowing that many great things were going to be said about me. The Vet nodded and then said yes, Remy is overweight and needs to lose some pounds.
What is going on here, I went from being Phat to fat in a matter of minutes. I think the DR. is wrong, I am just big boned, have too much fur and did not stand on the scale correctly. So what that I steal ALL of Flash's Happy Hearts cookies when Dad is not looking, get a grilled beef rib bone every week, get a handful of cookies at bed time and in the morning and steal more of Flash's cookies when Dad gives us each an assortment when he leaves for work in the morning. Dad gives me and Flash the exact same amount of food and treats but I guess I wind up with more.
I am PHAT, cool, hip groovy, amazing and King of all I see; I am not FAT.
Well, maybe I could stand to lose a few L B S but the Vet needs to remember my teeth and paws are much bigger than Flash's, not a threat; just a fact.
Remy ....... who is sorry for the bad joke, sitting around the house (sorry Ammy).
Nobody better interfere with my cookies or they may lose a hand, a house or I may join the circus.