Zimmie and the Beanstalk

Let's call this one Zimmie and the Beanstalk!Remember a couple days ago? Dave posted about him and Storms finding the Giant's straws! Roo! Buster had this great idea about making sure we have an escape route if the Giant catches us -- like a BEANSTALK or something! I grew one a few years ago from some magic beans mom's sister sent her. She's a Master Gardener, so these beans worked really good! Here I am, by my bean stalk. Cool, huh?

I'm going to see what I can do to have her send more magic beans. We need to grow another bean stalk... just in case!

Oh... those are pix of me from only a few months after I adopted the family. That's why I look a little different! It was before DAVE even got here!

Off to try to email my aunt. Wish me luck!

Play bows,

Zim

Zim's Got a Pickle Nose!

Ha roo! Hey, look at me! I’ve got a pickle nose, too! Ha roo roo roo!

I’ve got freckles just like Dave and Harley! Ha roo roo roo!
Play bows,
Zim

Previously, that same evening....

Oooohhh, Thai Peanut Sauce!

Giant Drinking Straws!

There we were, out on walkies yesterday. Oh... woo, it's me, Dave. Anyway, there we were, out on walkies, up where we're pretty sure the Giant lives. I saw these weird things - can you see them out there behind me? Long, skinny cylinders... hollow... I would say "tubes", but you might confuse it with Tubes, and it would have been only way too cool to see him! But these were WEIRD! Really big and in a stack and ... I didn't know WHAT they were... so I of course asked Stormy. She's so smart - she knows EVERYTHING!
Here's her reply. Isn't she SMART!??!
Luv, Dave

Where The Sidewalk Ends

Tail wags and an Ao4 salute to Althea's dad for helping us with our photo problem!
We'll keep today's post short, since we just now uploaded yesterday's pix. That's me and the troops above, with our dad. We walked him and mom to Where the Sidewalk Ends a few weeks ago; mom took a picture of us while we were up there. Off to the left of the picture is the golf course Ammy mentioned in yesterday's post. You can see the cart path and a cart just down at the bottom. Our sidewalk known as "The Hudson Trail" is being extended to go past there! How cool!
Notice how we're each looking a different way? Well, yes, we did mostly do it so mom couldn't get a good picture, but ALSO we were being dad's body guards. It was up where the Giant lives, where Dave and I found the World's Largest Spools of Thread and where Zim found the Shredded Wheat, so we knew he was lurking about. We had to keep dad safe & cover all 360 degrees. I think we got it! It was cool. If only we could have worn sunglasses like dad!
Tail wags,
Storms
PS: Dave and Zim are on the left side of the picture. Me and Am are smiling at the camera. Dad is the tall one in the center.

Golf Makes Me Sick

Golf makes me sick!
Hi everypuppy, it's Ammy. I thought I'd give golf a try because my daddy likes to play golf and Zimmie liked posing for the picture up there (look up!) when mom wrote an article about the history of golf. So I thought since mom says I'm the most athletic pup of all... well, maybe I should see what it's all about!A few days ago..... my daddy went out to play golf at his favorite golf course. It's very pretty and we can see it from our house and dad said he gets nice exercise and sometimes sees bunnies and coyotes and sometimes BIRDIES (he gets excited about those... and some special birdies called "eagles", too!) out there, and it's all about this little white ball!
While dad was golfing, mom took us on nice, long walkies and we had fun. When we came home, she decided we could all go downstairs and help her in the Quilt Studio! We love it down there -- it's cool and it's where our toy box is! Stormy went into dad's study to probably think serious Supreme Commander of the Ao4 thoughts, the boys did zoomies - from the door to the bathroom, through the Quilt Studio, into the Gallery, turn around in the Media Room ... then repeat!, and I played with my toys. ALL my favorites are down there! Then... the last time the boys zoomed through, Someone knocked into the furniture and a golf ball fell on the floor! He went to nap in the bathtub (I don't understand that, either!) and Dave went into the inner room of the Quilt Studio to do his Guide Dog for the Color Blind work.
But there it was, on the floor right in front of me ... a golf ball! Mom couldn't see me... and I really wanted to know what all the hubbub was about ... so I played "golf" with it! As you may remember from one of Zimmie's posts....... I am rather an “aggressive chewer", whatever that is. And ... well... when it was time to go upstairs, we all just flew up there. Mom walked past where I had been playing golf and found this (look down, please).

Honestly, I don't see WHAT daddy sees in this. Not only did I have a bunch of blue chunks in my poopers (sorry to be less-than-delicate!) and yesterday morning and the morning before that, I horka-ed up the white part. Yuck. I don't like to do the horka-horka-hork! Golf makes me SICK!
Mom thought I should add that I'm OK now and she thinks it's all out of my system. I'm going to leave golf to my dad from now on!
Love, Amber

Zim ... On Landscaping

Hey everypup! Did you see our friend Buster's blog today? He posted some really nice pictures of plants in his yard. It reminded me that we have some nice ones in ours that you might want to hear about.



What do this Burning Bush,




the Ornamental Strawberries,





the lilacs


and so many other plants in our yard have in common?
If you answered "They're tasty!" then you're thinkin' like me. YUM! I just love walking around, taking a nibble here and there.
Landscaping. It's something I can really sink my teeth into.
Play bows, Zim

If a Vegetarian Eats Vegetables...

Happy Sunday, everypuppy! It's me -- Amber!
I'm no Fargo, but I do love a really good joke. Here's one of my favorites!
If a vegetarian eats vegetables.........
what does a humanitarian eat?
Hee hee hee! Get it?

For the record, mom tried about 100 times to get one of us to look like we were eating a human's hand and we just wouldn't do it! We're Siberians and just don't do that! Finally, she put peanut butter on her finger, so I am really here eating the peanut butter. :)

I hope you like my joke! OH! And speaking of food.... Opy! As to where we should do lunch! I have a couple ideas! First is by the acorn trees in the park? Not only could we scarf down some acorns like Roo Roo, but there are LOTS of squirrels there. I could stare at them and you could say "hey hey hey!" at them. I know Labbydogs like to do that! Another idea is the neighbor who lives near the Scotties' yard. It's Stormy's professional opinion that they have a mole problem, but they don't know it yet. I've never known Storm to be wrong about anything, so it could be fun to go there. I had a mole one time... but my mom made me put it down. No fair! I caught it myself!!! Anyroo, we could also eat lunch here (my mom pours a great bowl of Eukanuba!) then have a nice dessert of smooshed "Redspire Pear" fruits from the sidewalk out front. Davy loves those! What do you think, Opy? Oh... and please tell Mr. Big Dog that if he's still calling you "HMO" that doesn't really count as not teasing any more!!!

Love, Amber

Haik-woo for Opy

Woo! It's me - Dave!

Here's my latest Haik-woo. I'd been having a writer's block, but was inspired by our new friend Opy. I hope she likes it! Woo!

Stormy said I should explain to our wonderful readers that "Haik-woo" is the Siberian version of the Japanese "haiku". Haiku is a poetry that takes the form of 5-7-5 syllables per respective lines. (Storms helped me with those words!) Haik-woo follow that format, but always end in "woo".

Luv, Dave

PS: That's Zim, helping look for Opy. :)

Someone

I have GOT to meet Someone!
Hey everypup! It’s me… Zim. Before I get down to the business at paw, let me offer up a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our Aunt Sniggy. She’s a VERY cool puppy-lovin’ babe in Georgia. Last month, she and Uncle Mike drove ALL THE WAY here just to see us – the Ao4. Really! Oh, sure, sure, there was talk about some of their kids & grandkidlets living here now …. But we’re SURE they traveled just to see us – don’t cha think? Anyroo, the happiest of birthdays to roo, Auntie Sniggy!
Does anypup out there know Someone? This pup sounds like one ton of fun! I hear about him all the time … like the other night mom said, “Someone needs to stop licking the plates off when I put them in the dishwasher or he’s going to get a tongue full of jalapeños!” or she’ll tell dad, “Someone has been doing zoomies in the living room with Dave again.” Ha roo! Sounds like my kinda pup! Another recent one was that “Someone needs to stop pretending he’s a coyote who’s fluffing up the prairie grasses” on the bed or he's going to make a hole in the quilt. I LOVE doing that! Come to think of it… I love doing ALL those things! I’ve GOT to meet Someone!
On a totally unrelated note, check out this picture! We got another star on our quilt! It showed up shortly after the remark about the coyote and the prairie grasses. Cool coincidence, don’t cha think? Oh… and I seem to remember my tongue burning after helping with KP the other night… and me and Dave zoomin’ around the living room …but yeah, I think Someone sounds like a totally fun pup! Ha roo!
Play bows, everypup!
Zim

Let's Do Lunch!

Let's Do Lunch!

We read on our friend T-man's blog about him snagging himself some yogurt. Great score, guy! We love yogurt here! This is one of mom's favorite pictures of me. Sure, I'm the Supreme Commander of the Army of Four and YES, I take my job very seriously. But I DO have to let my fur down occasionally. This always makes my mom smile. Humor can be a very helpful tool!

Now...... who wants to do lunch?

Tail wags,

Stormy

PS: Important announcement: Please make sure you read our pal Meeshka's blog today! We have some Siber-friends who are missing in Washington state. We need to get the word out to anyone who can help bring them home! Please be on the lookout - and say a prayer for their safe return! Thanks!

EVEN MORE important pUpdate: Jovi and Adak are HOME, safe and sound! Ha-ROOOO!

Giant Shredded Wheat?

Hey everypup!

It's me ~ Zim. We've been doing some exploring up where they're expanding our universe. You know... where Dave and Stormy discovered the World's Largest Spools of Thread? Yeah, up there. This may not be as exciting as the thread, but I found giant shredded wheats! Yeah! I think some fell out of the Giant's bowl and it was just layin' here! Pretty cool, don't you think? I gave it a good checking out. Thought you all should know.

Play bows ~ Zim

Tagged: What Makes a Great Doggy Friend?

Ha roo and woo everypup! Our friend Althea tagged us to list 5 things that make a great doggy friend. There are all kinds of ways to answer this, but we're choosing to answer it as what makes us good friends to each other and lastly to the bipeds. We'll each answer for each other:

1. Stormy. Zim here and I'll answer this one! Stormy is not only a great doggy friend, but she's also our leader; she is the Supreme Commander of the Army of Four! She's incredibly smart and teaches us all kinds of important lessons. She is THE instructor at the Stormy Zoluschka Kryschtal School of Siberian Studies - which includes a Feline Outreach Program, I might add. (Storm speaks all kinds of foreign languages, to include cat!) I've learned SO much from her, as have Ammy and Dave. Mom and Dad, too - trust me! She's so cool!
2. Amber. I'll take this one - me, Storms. Am is our peacemaker - and truly, "blessed are the peacemakers"! She is a gifted communicator with biped and canine alike. She keeps the boys in line in a nice way - so that I don't have to lower the boom on them. Amber is all things good and true, and is the sweetest friend you could ask for. When Zimmie first got here and was so emaciated he couldn't eat, Am took food out of her own bowl and set it in front of him. Who else would do something like that? She's wonderful!
3. Zim. Oh, pup! I'll answer this one - it's me, DaveDave. Zim is so FUN and plays any time I want to play and lets me grab him by the neck and throw him around. He likes everydog - he has a real nice way about him. Stormy says Zim doesn't have a dominant bone in his body - I don't really know what that means, but I know he likes everydog and everydog seems to like him. He's a great kid brother and friend!
4. Dave. It's me - Amber! I just love Dave because he's so nice. He was supposed to be a "Foster" when he got here, but he just fit right in like he'd always been here and was so nice and didn't cause any real trouble at all and gave Stormy her space and respect (even though he really doesn't do what she tells him to) and he's just WONDERFUL and we knew he was in his forever home! He plays real nice with Zimmie and makes him tired and that makes Mom happy, and he tells me all kinds of stories about Texas and when he was on the road and everything, and he and Stormy ~ they joke back and forth a lot and each say Mom is THEIR mom, but they love each other very much.
5. All of us are great doggy friends to our Mom and Dad. It's hard to list what all we do for them - teaching them life lessons, making sure they get enough exercise, taking them out in the middle of the night just so they can hear the coyotes singing ... all kinds of cool stuff. We all help around the house. Me - Stormy - I supervise the rest of the pack so they don't have to. They listen to me better anyway, so it's the least I can do. Amber keeps the peace - also a huge help. Dave is great at giving hugs and of course, is Mom's Guide Dog for the Color Blind. And Zim....... Zim ALWAYS helps with the housework and makes it fun for Mom. He goes up against the evil Dyson (read about it in one of Tubey's posts!), helps with the dishes, the cooking, even making the beds! Mom says Zim takes making the bed very seriously - that he turns a 3 minute job into a 15-20 minute one. Isn't he GREAT?!?! Who else could be that helpful?

That's our list. We hope to add photos to follow along later - we can't get them to upload right now. Please check back later! Tail wags, love, play bows and luv from the Ao4!

*We forgot! We tag Opy, Mary Margaret O'Brien, Dusty Doodles, the pack at D'Azul Siberians, and Dakota.

Purple Bandana

Roo, everypuppy! It's me ~ Amber! I've been reading my new friend Althea's blog lately and in it she has a couple pictures of her wearing a VERY pretty purple bandana! She looks really very nice and I told her how Davy wears a purple collar and he one time asked mom if he could wear her purple bandana and she said "yes" and it made Davy very happy. Here's a picture of Dave in his purple bandana.
Davy was about 4 years old when he adopted us and he was VERY nice when he got here and I don't really think he suffered from the kind of abuses Stormy and Zimmie went through but I don't think anyone ever really did nice things for him. When mom bought Davy his first collar just for HIM, he was so HAPPY and went prancing and play bowing all over! It was purple. (We each have assigned colors.) So then a couple summers ago, mom had poison ivy (not Ivy the puppy, but a bad ivy!) and tied a bandana around her hair to make it stop bothering the poison ivy. She was sitting on the floor and took it off eventually. Davy looked at her, then the bandana, then her, then the bandana, then ... well, you get the idea! And mom said, "Yes, Davy, it matches your collar!" and he wagged his tail and looked at the bandana. Mom asked if he wanted to wear it and he wagged a LOT, and so she tied it around his neck and he was so HAPPY! He pranced ALL over the room and was so happy and hugged mom and was so HAPPY! I hope Althea's purple bandana makes her that happy!
Love, Amber
PS: I owe Opy an apology. I've never met a female black labbydog before and I thought Opy was a boy and used "Mr." (out of respect!) and "handsome" ... and now Mr. Charlie the Big Dog is teasing Opy and I think it's my fault because I now think Opy is a girl. Since I can't do sniffies, I just didn't know..... and I apologize. Roo. I'm pinning my ears back...

Kito & Luna

Ha roo, everypup! It's Zim. I got a very important email from my cosmic cousin Kito on Friday. Kito (at left) is very much like me (red headed, bi-eyed Sibe with that certain air of sillin- uh, I mean playfulness) and his twin sister Luna (at right) is very much like Amber (red headed Sibergirl who is VERY sweet). They live in Florida, which is way on the other side of the park from us. Anyroo, check out this part of his email:

Zimmie,
Hey cousin. I just wanted to let you know that Sunday is my mom’s birthday. Maybe you can sing her “happy birthday to wooo” on your blog! I know she would definitely be honored if she was mentioned on that day!

....Hmmm, on second thought, maybe I should be writing this to Storm? I think she’s the blog owner, isn’t she? Stormy, see above.

Before I forget, Stormy appreciates Kito's respect and said to tell him "You're the PUP!" I think Kito would also make a good student at the Stormy Zoluschka Kryschtal School of Siberian Studies! Anyroo...

Happy birthday to roo,

Happy birthday to ROO!

Happy birthday Auntie Laaaaauuura!

Happy birthday to rooooo!

Love and nose smoochies from ALL of us!

What Did You Do Over Summer Vacation?

What did you do over Summer Vacation?

Summer has just about exhausted itself for those of us in the Northern Hemisphere. Anypuppy go anywhere or do anything cool? Here I am at Bonehenge. Everypup should go at least one time!

Tail wags, Stormy

The Eyes Have It

There's some weird renegade page of our blog floating around Siber-space. Meeshka's person was trying to help our mom ... but we're not sure how to zap it out. Both Mary-Margaret and Butchy & Snickers posted comments..... but those comments are just floating out there somewhere. Ooops. We'll try to remedy the situation; please bear with us!
Anyroo, both comments were about Dave's pickle nose and how "gorgeous" and "cool" his blue eyes are. Yeah, well... if you're into matching eyes then fa la la la la la. But check out the rest of us! Top to bottom, it's ME, Ammy, Zim and Dave. Who's gorgeous and cool now?
Tail wags, Stormy

We're in the Melon!

Wooo! Dave here. Zim's mind-meld message worked yesterday! Dad brought home a watermelon (mmmmmm... watermelon!) and a cantaloupe! Mom had to step away from slicing up the melon, so I'm just here guarding it. Honest. My counter-surfing days are old news. Besides... Stormy was right by the oven, and no WAY I'd surf in front of her. She won't stand for that.

Zim helped with the cantaloupe. He always helps in the kitchen. I only help with watermelon.

Thank woo to everypup who chanted with us yesterday. Melon party at our house!

Luv, Dave

Mind-Meld Message....

Afternoon pUpdate with a little mind meld message Dave wanted me to send to all bipeds: :

It's Farmers' Market Day at the park and it's MMmmmmelon season. It's Farmers' Market Day at the park and it's Mmmmelon season. Bring some home to everypuppy! It's Farmers' Market Day at the park and it's (everypup say it with me, it'll help) Mmmmmelon season...

Repeat as needed. Hope it works! Play bows, Zim

Dinosaur Bones

Ha roo, everypup! Zim here. I thought I'd tell you about some of my really cool toys. Here I am at left chewing on a couple of them - these are from the good folks at Nylabone, but they're kinda rubbery. We have red, green and blue. Even my sister Amber, AKA "The Jaws of Steel", hasn't gone through them yet. I'm pretty sure that means they're real DINOSAUR bones. What else could be that strong?!!? Here I am with a blue one, too. Isn't it cool? Dave likes the blue ones best ~ he says they match his blue eyes. Whatever. I have a blue eye, too. And a light brown one. Stormy has a blue one and a dark brown one with a flash of blue in it! Ammy's got a blue one and an amber one. We just don't do the matching thing like Dave. Maybe that's why he's mom's Guide Dog for the Color Blind? He's into matching. The pic at left is Dave with one of the blue dinosaur bones; it shows off his freckles pretty good!
All this talking about my toys makes me want to go play. Catch everypup later!
Play bows, Zim

Pickle Nose

Pickle nose. Readers of my Haik-woo know that I'm said to have a "pickle nose". Tubey suggested I let everyone know how that phrase came to be! Tubey's pretty smart. He's no Stormy (who among us could be that smart?!?) ..... but he has some really good ideas.

For me, it all started with Harley, a fellow Sibe in Pennsylvania. When his mom saw a picture of me, she thought I could be Harley's twin -- right down to my "pickle nose"! Huh?

Harley (pictured at right) told me, "Pickle Nose comes from a "Digital Underground" song called "The Humpty Dance". There is a line in the song that goes, "My nose is big! Big like a pickle!" ... Mom sang that to me when I was a puppy because my nose was soooo big and was covered in all of my pickle nose spots...it just sort of stuck...even after some of my spots faded." Since Harley and I are twin sons of different mothers, we're both called "Pickle Nose" now. :)

For the record, I've never heard that "Digital Underground" group; I have some rather specific musical preferences! I love jazz... like the old standards or Matt Bianco or maybe Basia when she woos in Polish. I also LOVE old Sergio Mendes and the Brazil '66, especially "Mas Que Nada". Mom and I pretend we can woo in Portuguese and woo with them. AND, last but not least, I love the bagpipes and Celtic fusion.

But back to being a pickle nose.... mom doesn't think my nose is big or anything, she just loves the freckles and think they look like bumps on a pickle. :) I always get smoochies on them. Me and my freckles are pictured at left. Who can resist my pickle nose? Wooooo!

Luv, Dave

9/11/06

The Army of Four at the Park

Woo! Dave here! We had more rain overnight and even more this morning. Dad went to the golf course this morning but came home early. He said his partners didn't show because of the rain. Siberi-onally speaking, I think maybe he didn't want to get his feety-feet wet..... but he stood by his friends not wanting to get their feety-feet wet. Whatever the reason, we celebrated by walking to the park.
Here's a picture of all of us in the park the day I adopted the family. Mom and Dad seemed to think it would be a good idea to walk for hours on end that day, to help with introductions. Whatever. I may have come in as a "foster", but I knew I was home from the get-go! I wasn't going to start any trouble!
Mom edited herself out of the picture somehow, so it looks like we weren't on leashes. Woooo! We were, though. We never walk Mom and Dad off-lead. You just never know what they'd do.
Left to right, it's Stormy, Zim, ME and Ammy.
Before I sign off, Mom wanted me to thank my friend Tubey's mom for helping us with the blog. She spent a lot of time doing the HTML code and making a template so my mom could cut and paste it in. Thank woooooooooo!
Luv, Dave

How We All Got Here

Hi everypuppy, it's me... Amber! Stormy said it's my turn to blog today and I really don't know what to say but Stormy said I should say something so here I am! Do you see the picture at left? That's Stormy and ME on the day Stormy gave birth to me. Well... sorta, anyway! Mom and Dad adopted Stormy when she was about 1-1/2 years old. One of her endearing traits was her love of puppies. ALL puppies. She has VERY strong maternal instincts and tried to adopt a baby Yorkie and a baby Westie... and every other puppy she met. She actually was pretty sure she gave birth to the Yorkie -- but maybe I'll save that story for another day. Mom promised Stormy that once Stormy learned how to trust and share, she'd get her a puppy of her very own. They eventually heard I needed a good home - and Storms had worked through most of her "issues" ... so Stormy adopted me as her puppy! My great brother Booter, an Aussie/Lab mix, was with us, too, but he eventually lost a battle with cancer. I still miss him very much. Here he is on the right - and that's Storm and me running VERY fast in the yard! He herded us and was a very brave, loyal friend. He was trained by mom and dad's first Siberians (my great sisters) Lucky and Jesse . Not long after we lost Booter, Zim joined our family ... and even though he was about 1-1/2 years old, Stormy figured she had given birth to him, too. He was very needy, and was a mess physically, emotionally and socially. Stormy taught him the rules of being an indoor puppy, I showed him how to love and trust, and then 5 months later DAVY found his way into our hearts and he taught Zim how to play. Stormy didn't give birth to Dave..... but they reached an agreement. It's kind of that Stormy is in charge.... but Dave ignores her. He's so nice that Stormy lets him get away with it. Stormy is a very good leader. I try to referee the boys so Storm doesn't have to intervene, which means I have to roo at Dave a lot. :) That's the short version of how we all got here. Our dogster links in the right side bar have longer stories, if you'd like to read them. I better sign off because I think maybe the rain stopped. We went on morning walkies in the rain and mom was hoping for drier weather for the afternoon but it doesn't really matter to me. She mentioned something about someone smelling like wet sweaters...... but I'm not really sure who she meant. I hope everypup has a happy, brush-free day! Love, Amber

I Am NOT a Labrador by Dave

It's me, Dave. You may have read some of my Haik-Woo that my friend Tubey posted. I just wanted to respond to what Stormy wrote in the comments section of our last post. I am NOT a Labrador! Just 'cuz a guy likes to actually bring the toy BACK when the biped throws it and enjoys the occasional bath does NOT mean he isn't a Siberian. Hmmph. Oh, sure... there's that "larger than breed standard" thing, too..... but I'm originally from Texas. We do everything bigger there!
Luv,
Dave

Please Bear With Us!

Hey everydog! It's me, Zim! Just want to check in and let you know we're hard at work trying to figure out how to do a blog. We have a lot to learn, but in the mean time, thanks to everypup for the warm welcome!
Play bows!
Zim

Greetings From the Army of Four

Well, here we are. That's Zim and Amber in the back, me (Stormy) and Dave in the front. Rightfully so - I rule. Dave thinks he does... but he doesn't. Trust me.

This is our first post, so I'll just say a big "ha roo" to everyone out there. For our full stories, please check out our dogster pages.

Tail wags from the Army of Four!

Stormy http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=177522

Amber http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=177530

Zim http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=177539

Dave http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=177544