What Do You Call...

Hi everypuppy and kitty! It's me, Amber! I saw something the other day when we were all out on a serious road march that made me think of something really funny. I thought we could all use a good laugh, so I made a little joke. It went something like this:

Me: Hey, Stormy! What do you call Mom when she makes one of those bags named after you?

Storms: When she's making a Storm Bag?

Me: That's right. What do you call her?

Storm: I don't know, Ammy. What do you call Mom when she's making a Storm bag?

Me: A Storm Sewer.

Hee hee hee!

I think Stormy liked it. She started clowing around, too.

Hey, Mom. Are you down there? Ha roo roo roo!

Have a happy day, everypuppy and kitty!

Love,

Ammy

Puppies and Thank You!

Ha roo, pups and kit-cats! It's me - Stormy! Have you seen my very handsome boyfriend Prince's blog lately? He and his sisters (Team Husky) have been keeping us p-updated on a beeeee-roo-tiful litter of puppies. I love puppies! I mean I REALLY love puppies! I asked Prince to send the "Amazon girls" to me - or at the very least, the one named ... Storm! Her name is STORM! How perfect is that?!?

He thought it would help if I could give him the numbers off our mom's plastic card. That makes sense. Prince and the puppies are in New Zealand, so they'd probably have to buy plane tickets to get here to the States. Fine. Only for some reason, our mom doesn't give us access to her plastic card. It's ... it's almost like she doesn't trust us or something! Can you imagine!?! How much damage could a few plane tickets from NZ do?

Well, so anyway, Prince, I can't get the numbers. But maybe if you have your mom look at this picture of me, I can do a cyber-space Siber-mind-meld on her.

Look into my eyes....! Send... me... the... puppies.

Is she looking, Prince? Do you think it's working?

Prince DID send us a very cool award - check it out! It's the Butterfly Award, for the "Coolest Blog I Know"!

Thank you so much! We feel very honored that you chose to share it with us!

We were also recently honored by our fluffy-tailed friend Khyra! It's the Perfect Blend of Friendship Award!

Thanks, Khyra! Zim really likes all the cups of coffee and tea. The cups read, "Trust, kindness, honesty and caring". Those are some truly wonderful things, and you're quite wonderful to share them with us!

Many thanks to Prince & Team Husky and to Khyra for the lovely awards. We'd like to pass them along to all of our readers! And to Princey's mom... Look into my eyes... feel the power of the Siberian mind-meld... good, very good. Send... me... the... puppies!...

Tail wags,
Storms

Veterans Day 2008

On Veterans Day in the US, we honor our combat veterans.

Here is our favorite combat veteran:

Our dad, with great brother Booter, 1991

And though we never met him, Mom's dad:

Mom's dad, c. 1963, with his counterpart, a Captain in the Army of the Republic of Vietnam (ARVN)

To all who have served our nation in combat, thank you and may God bless you.
The Army of Four

Huffle!?!?

Ha roo, pups and kit-cats! It's me - Zim! There I was yesterday, doodling around the front yard with Mom, when something back behind the Burning Bush caught my attention!

Hey...

I couldn't believe my eyes and snooter! I had to slip in a little closer...

And there she was! My bestest kit-cat pal, Huffle Mawson!

Huffs! I thought you lived in Australia! Whatcha doing here?!?!

Then it hit me - Mom just named a bag honoring her, so she's probably here to pick out some fabrics for a Huffle Duffel of her own. I did see a lot of purple fabs in the Studio ... COOL!

Play bows,
Zim

Snooter Sunday

Play bows,
Zim

Me and the Non-Moat Monster

Sigh. Ha roo, everypup and everycat. It's me, Zim. Stormy showed you what has become of our now non-moat. Can you believe it? They filled the whole thing in with concrete. Sigh. I'm pretty bummed out about it, as you can imagine.

Sigh.

But if you think I'm sad, imagine how my potential moat monster feels about it!

The good people at Nuts Online sent him to me and I thought he'd be the perfect guy for the job. He was really psyched about it ... I had to go break the news to him.

Yeah... that's right, Moat Monster. Some bipeds filled it in with concrete!

He went a little nuts (perhaps because of where he came from)...

...but was cheered up a bit when Ammy came in and told us she saw a horse in the driveway.

Hee hee hee!

Saw (a) horse ... I should have known it was another one of her silly jokes! Sigh.

Oh, and do you see that, in the picture with Ams and the saw horse? The bipeds came back and put nice, warm blankies all over the non-moat so the concrete won't catch a cold or anything. Hrmph!

Moat Monster and I are going to go blow off some steam together.

Play bows,
Zim

CSI Siberia

Well... isn't this just a fine how-do-you-do?

At least they put crime scene tape up.

It must mean the police showed up while we were on our walk and saw what those bipeds did to our moat.

Because filling that up, dear pups and kit-cats, is a crime! And an outrage.

I've got to go console Zimmie; he's going to be really upset about not getting a moat monster.

Tail wags,

Storms

All That Work...

Ha roo, pups! It's me again - Zim! Wowzers, have we been working hard! Picking up from where I left off yesterday - here is a great look at our digging efforts!

OUTstanding!

Of course, all work and no play makes for a very boring, hard day. The joking around started with Ammy (of course!) and the old rebar we ripped out:

Hey, youSibes! Look! It's sneaky-snakes! Hee hee hee!

I started giggling, too, and couldn't resist a little silliness of my own.

Hey, a hammer! Do you know what I'd do if I had one of these... Ha roo roo roo!

(Please run your cursor on the caption on the picture above; there's a hyperlink for you. It just didn't show up.) We all had a good laugh, then Ammy said we needed to put everything away and get in the house FAST! We thought she was joking again, but then she said, "Look toward the west, everysibe!" This is what we saw:

R'uh r'oh!

Needless to say, we high-tailed it inside. I took a few pictures early this morning, so you could see how much work we got done. Here's a look at part of Ao4 Headquarters:

Can you see what all we did? Here's a close-up:

I sure hope the UPS man doesn't try to come to the door. Ha roo roo roo! Oh! We busted up part of the brick path, too ~

Cool, huh? We even destroyed some of Oswald's condos. Ha roo roo roo! See... we thought it would be cool to dig a moat all around the place - but only got as far as the front. I want to get a cool moat monster to put in it, too. Wouldn't that be cool?

Anyroo, after I shot those pictures, I came in to see if I could grab some of Dad's cappuccino before we got to work. I took a quick look out the door and couldn't believe my eyes.

Dave! Come check this out! Ammy, you better go get Stormy!

There was a big truck with some weird-looking cocoon-shaped thing on it. It was spinning all around and stuff. Look!

THEN I saw this guy standing right outside the door with a shovel ...

What's he doing in our moat!?!? Then it got worse. That's right - worse!

I can't believe this!!! What are these bipeds doing to our moat?!?!

That's right ... check this out:

A whole pack of bipeds filled it up! Our moat is gone! History! All that hard work we did ...

Sigh. I'll show you what happened tomorrow.

Play bows,
Zim

I Can Dig It!

Ha roo, pups and cool cats! It's me - Zim. As Davy told you the other day, we're in the midst of a VERY busy week here at Ao4 Headquarters. Storm said I could start telling you about it.

It starts with the acceptance that we know some of you don't think we fit the definition of "real" Sibes. We've especially been questioned for our lack of digging. We're going to put that little myth to rest over the next couple of days - 'cuz trust me, pups and kitties, we've been digging!

To get things started Monday morning, Storm fired up this thing.

Stormy, starting us off

It's a concrete saw. She made some cuts in the area where we planned to bust things up, just to make it a little easier for us. Then Ammy got with a giant-sized version of my friend Adrill and started busting things up.

Ammy (off camera) and Adrill

Dave helped guide her efforts; here he is afterwards, checking her work.

Good job, Ammy!

Thanks, Davy! Zim, we're ready for you over here!

Cool. I couldn't wait to get started! Storm got in the driver's seat, I got into position ...

...and I was good to go!

I'm ready, Storm! Let's get this baby going!

As the lyrics go, "....I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it? ..." Can you dig it, everypup and cat? More on our important job tomorrow!

Play bows,

Zim

Before We Show You Our Work...

Hi everypuppy and everykitty! It's me - Ammy! We have lots to tell you about what we're working on and just why we had to rest up over the weekend... but we'll start on that tomorrow. For today ... hee hee hee ... I wanted to tell you something.

Did you hear about the bush that's burning in our yard?

Seriously... there's a bush on fire!

Oh... Stormy already told you about it?

Hee hee hee!

OK. Well... I had to give it a try! Never mind. :)

Love,
Ammy

Resting Up

Woo, everypup and cat. It's me - Dave. It's Monday and it's going to be a busy week. We here at Ao4 Headquarters decided we'd better rest up. We did some nap front-loading on Sunday afternoon.

Me - Dave

I thought I'd show you around. As you can see above, I was hanging in the living room, with my paw in the kitchen. Storm was in the kitchen itself, catching some z-time by the stove. Here she is:

Storm

The redheads were both in the living room. Check them out:

Ammy in front, Zim in the back

Can you see Zim back there? Here's a closer look:

Zim

It's a tricky pose. I thought I should go into the living room to keep a closer eye on him.

Resting up is hard work!

Luv,
Dave

Silent Sunday

Play bows,
Zim

Fall Fun

Ha roo, pups and kit-cats. It's me - Stormy! I was out in the yard not posing for pictures, when Amber tried it again this year. She told me there was a bush on fire out in the front yard.

No, I won't look at the camera.

What, Ammy? There's a bush on fire?

Actually, there's a Burning Bush. Ammy's such a punster, she can't resist. And she does crack me up.

Oh, come on! Tell me you don't laugh at her silly jokes! Ha roo roo roo, she's a riot.

In other news, it's that time of year here - the invasion of the Harmonia axyridis. They look innocuous enough...

...but they get in the house, fly around (I don't LIKE bugs flying in my house!), and they BITE! Oh, and when the bugs panic or Mom or Dad squish them, they let off a highly obnoxious odor and discharge a yellow fluid that stains walls and fabrics. Fabrics?!!? That's right. These are not your cute little ladybugs. They are the Asian Lady Beetle; they're horrible things that can get in through the tiniest of cracks. Nasty bugs! Nasty!

Ammy's joke with the Burning Bush reminds me of a poem for the ladybugs - remember this old nursery rhyme?

Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.

Seems pretty harsh, but hey, if it gets those bugs out of here, I'm going to start chanting it!

Tail wags,

Storms

PS: I said it was harsh! But it's just a nursery rhyme ... and all the ladybug's puppies got out safe! That's what really matters. Just ... don't come to our house!!!