|"Ha roo! I'm Zim!|
One of the delivery men mentioned he's afraid of dogs. Actually, more like "terrified" rather than "afraid". Mom suggested to me that I get into a down/stay.
|"What does him being afraid of dogs have to do with me? I'm a Siberian Husky!"|
He was especially afraid of "the big one". I think he meant Dave, not Mom - just for the record.
|"Hey, Mister! How 'bout a hug?"|
"Maybe he's Hug-a-phobic, DaveDave."
Dave was pretty upset about the whole thing. I mean - someone coming into our house and not wanting a hug? It was pretty upsetting for him.
|"He's come mighty close to hurting my feelings, Zim."|
"Try not to take it personally, Dave. He has mistaken us for dogs."
Oh, yeah. All of our beds from the bedroom were piled up there in the living room to get them out of the way. One of our friends suggested that I should pounce on it - sounded like a great idea to me!
|"Ha roo! I'm the King of the Bed Pile!"|
Not as fun as a really cool snow fort, but it was a good substitute. And it helped pass the time.
This is the activity Dave chose:
I guess Dave IS pretty scary. Ha roo roo roo!
In other news, did you see the full moon last night? Dave took Mom for a walk right around moon-rise and helped her take these pix:
I think I feel some howling coming on. Ha rooooOOOoooooOOOO! Catch you guys later!