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Friday, August 28, 2009

Oops, I Ate It, Part IV

Tail wags, readers! It's me, Stormy - Supreme Commander of the Army of Four. Have you been enjoying the tails my pack-mates have told about their food-stealing exploits? (Or lacking thereof?) Have you noticed a pattern at all? I adopted - I mean gave birth to - Ammy when she was about four months old. She has never stolen food. I adop - gave birth to Zim when he was about a year and a half old. He only munches on fresh herbs. I allowed Dave to join the pack when he was four years old - and he's the surfer extraordinaire. Is all of that a coincidence? I think not. The key? Training and leadership!

Yep! Teaching my puppies and setting an example for them to follow! See... some people food is OK for us puppers, but some isn't really good for us - so we should only take that which the bipeds offer us!


Excuse me a moment, please. Yes, Mom? Yes... umm humm... right... right... oh... THAT?!?! I don't really think we need to ... OK, fine. I'll come clean.

I don't think my pack-mates have heard this one before; it happened way before they joined the family. Let me set the stage. As many of you know, our great sisters, Jesse and Lucky, did much to teach Mom and Dad the ways of the Siberian. They had many, many (but not enough) wonderful years together, and they trained Booter, our great brother, a Lab/Aussie mix. When I joined the family, Boots was an only pup and had been for about a year. In that period of time, Mom and Dad forgot some of the lessons Jesse and Lucky had taught them.

I was about a year and a half old when I joined the family. I was pretty well-mannered - and understood "house rules". Several months after my adoption, when we lived on Fort Riley, Mom was getting ready to host a rather important meeting at our house. I won't bore you with the "who's who" details of the invitation list, but she wanted everything perfect and really wanted to make a certain recipe that called for soft Ladyfingers. (Amber, Marvin, and the rest of you punsters - I mean the sponge-cake like pastry, not what you're thinking!) Mom and Dad looked all over town for the soft kind - but could only find the crunchy ones, which wouldn't work. Just when she was about to give in and try to make some from scratch, Dad found some out here in Manhattan. Mom had to line a spring-form pan with them, carefully cutting them to size, and fitting them in like perfect puzzle pieces. She got everything just right and set the pan aside to make the filling.

At some point, she stepped outside to talk with some of our neighbors. After a few minutes, apparently the ol' lightbulb in her head came on and she said, "I left a two-year old Siberian Husky in the house and there's food on the counter!" The neighbors, all of whom were owned by small pups, didn't quite understand what the problem was, but Mom raced back inside the house.

Booter was lounging in one of his favorite spots and I was laying by the doorway, smiling ear to pointy ear. She looked on the counter - and all the filling ingredients were right where she left them. Hey! It was chocolate! I know better than to eat chocolate! Puh-lease!

Mom was very pleased... until she couldn't find her spring-form pan. She looked all around ... then saw it right there - on the floor by our water bowls. Upright - and clean as a whistle. I wonder how that could have happened!?!

Ha roo roo roo! Booter... it was soooo good!

Everything was fine until she checked my muzzle and whiskers for powdered sugar. (Our great sisters taught her too well!) Well, hey. A Sibe's gotta do what a Sibe's gotta do. Besides, I was extremely neat about it - wouldn't want to mess the house up before the big bash. And all those specially cut sponge-cakes were quite tasty!

And as a side note, to anyone who feels bad that I ate the last Ladyfingers in town - Dad isn't known as the Super Shopper for nothing - he had bought extra! Apparently he learned a few things from Jess and Luck, too!

And that is my confession! Ha roo!

Tail wags,


  1. Your dadda is a peach, as our momma would say! He saved the day☺

  2. He he. Just no more to say. Except great stories of course :)

    Pippa (dreaming of bread rolls on the counter)

  3. Stormy
    Many congratulations on adopting just the right humans!!
    Martha & Bailey xxx

  4. hehe Stormy, bet it tasted good..:-)

    Holly & Zac...XX

  5. Oh you were commenting on ours when we were commenting on yours!

  6. I'd say that was a close call, Stormy! Did you get your fill of Ladyfingers?


  7. Heehee! Apparently my dearly departed brother Ben (a standard poodle) did quite the food stealing himself. Mom and Dad had grilled some steaks for dinner, and then got distracted by some Very Important Business Matter, and had to go to the upstairs office, the steak at the back of the kitchen counter. TaiChi, and Billy (who was a toy poodle who is also not with us any more) were too short to get up on the counter, so Ben grabbed the steaks, and got them down to the floor so everyone could share in the bounty. Apparently Ben didn't usually get up on the counter, so Mom and Dad concluded that Billy (who was always plotting) egged him on. And when Mom and Dad came downstairs? They saw the empty plate, the filled doggies, and ate corn and baked potatoes for dinner!

    (I love food-stealing stories!)

    *kissey face*

  8. Wooos! great job snatching, I liked the real story not the well trained Husky story.....
    -Kira The BeaWootiful

  9. Wow Storm, what a grand story!!


  10. Oh Booter was a tricky one..
    Yesterday mom was grating cheese and turned around and Louie had the entire chunk in his mouth. Mom was teasing Dad later after we had eaten that his roni and cheese had a bit of Louie slobber in it.. Mom said she just couldn't throw it away..

    Big Sloppy Kisses
    Gus, Louie and Callie

  11. Ohhhhhhhh...
    What a great story dear Stormy!!!
    We loved reading your blog and your stories.....you're a great great great family and friends!!!!!
    Sure all of you are very very well mannered....
    Mmmmmmmmmmm......not like us!!!!
    HAve a wonderful weekend!!!

  12. Oh I loved all the stories! Thank you for sharing all of them with us! :)

    Have a great weekend!!!


  13. It's only right that a Lady licks her Fingers clean!

    We suer enjoyed all your stories this week!

  14. HaRooo Stormy!
    We loved dat story. I think woo and Nikita need to start swapping stories. He is always stealing food. He even reaches into da far corners to git the bread.

    Husky kisses,

  15. Thanks for sharing that great story - guess we could say "and THAT'S the rest of the story.

    Woos, the OP Pack

  16. Woo, we knew about Banana Dave, but not about Lady Fingers Stormy. What a great story and a great way to end the series!

  17. That. Is. An. Absolutely. Great. Story!!!! Dad is the definitive saver of important parties!!! (But dang - those ladyfingers sure sound supercalifragalisticexpialidocious!
    xo Sammie

  18. Hi, Stormy!
    I knew the last part was going to be a good one!
    Kisses and hugs

  19. Wow. I thought Stormy never did ANYTHING wrong. But then again, she was just being a Siberian, right?


  20. Hi Storm!! Great leadership there, way to go!! Enjoy your weekend!


  21. Your mom is lucky that your Dad bought extras!

    So you gave birth to Ammy and Zim but you didn't even adopt Dave? I wonder if his feelings are hurt.

    Princess Eva

  22. You have wonderful humans, Stormy! Thank you for sharing such a great story!


  23. Woo have a furry smart set of bipeds, Storms! Mmm, ladyfingers sound delish!

    Woos & a-aroos,
    Star & Jack a-roo

  24. Hey Storm,
    Score 10 out of a possible 10 for that story. You were taught well and then you taught the newbies well too. We were gonna dock you a point for being an Army brat but decided against it. OBTW: We haven't decided on what kinda Happy Hearts we want from y'all after the Navy goats kicks your Asses (you know, the Army mascots) up and down the field.
    - TBH&K

  25. Stormy, what a wonderful story!

  26. oh how I laughed at this tail, ooops sorry tale. Your story was the best Stormy!

    Also because there was such a lovely pic of dear Booter, a handsome guy, rather like myself.

    I digress, I was thinking about puns as soon as I saw the word "Ladyfingers", but decided I would not "trifle" with you.

    (we call Ladyfingers over here "trifle sponges" - to explain my punstering")

    All the Army's stories have been excellent, but this one kinda took the Ladyfinger, oooops sorry, trifle sponge, oh darn it, the biscuit.....is what I am trying to bark here!

    Sorry but it has been a long and tiring weeK.

    lotsalicks, Marvin xxxxxxx

  27. Nicely done Storm! You would've gotten away with it too if it weren't for those meddling humans!

  28. Storm! What a great story! Yes, a sibe's gotta do what a sibe's gotta do...at least you were neat and orderly about it...Looks like your pop was ready for sibe shenanigans! woooo!

  29. Stormy, what a GREAT story! And you left no evidence and didn't get caught (after all, it could have been a cat alien from Mars who stole the ladyfingers...). You are a champion!

  30. Your Dad rocks, and I know those lady fingers really are irresistible! Great job!!

  31. Of course you'd want to eat the ladyfingers. You just had to make sure they were tasty enough for the VIP guests!


  32. What a story - but now you lead by example

    MJ doesnt do that well he is too noisy about it and always get caught

    Woodrow - Sweetie - MJ

  33. Woo there AO4~
    What great stories of summ impressive Sibe-snags, but I must say that Stormy's "tail" is the perfect example of how she achieved and maintains her pawsition as Supreme Commander. It's clear she was doing training ops at a veri earli age.
    Your pal,

    PeeEss: No surfers here. Mom leaves all kinds of stuff out and it's always, ALWAYS there. She's had marshmallows on the counter for weeks...still there, bread on the counter...still there, there's even a pack and a half of our chew strips on the counter...still there. Must be the whip...disrupting our surfing capabilities.

  34. I haven't been commenting much since I was sick...still trying to catch up. I have loved your 4 part series! I knew I wasn't the only thief dog out there! Thanks to each of you for sharing! I still find it hard to believe that some of you don't steal food....