“Hey Big Boy, now that you’re an Iron Dog, let’s see how much Iron you’re really made of.”

“Princess, I’m all Iron. Pop says if you want to do a dog trial like me, you could do the Cream Puff trial.”

“Cream Puff, huh? You wanna find out which is stronger, cream or iron?”

“Boo! What a pansy! Scared of a little cream puff are you?”

“No way sister. You just caught me off guard.”

“Excuses…”

“Who you calling cream puff now, Iron Dog?”

Mr. Wild Dingo has dropped the gauntlet and has declared Juno to be a cream puff. There are rumors at school that another Iron Dog trial could be taking place before we move. If that’s true, Juno is stepping up to the plate (if there’s tri-tip on it of course). We’ll show those boys who the real cream puffs in this family are!

“That’s ridiculous. Clearly she can see there are two dogs on this bed.”

“Princess, did you know about this rule?”

“Huskies don’t do rules Big Boy. This duvet sure brings out the gold in my eyes.”

“Foiled again by my genetics! Pop, can we change that rule so I don’t break it?”

This shot is for Khyra. Have you ever seen paws crossed like this before?

All kidding aside: our policy stands. Both dogs know that bed privleges are invitation and special occasions only. That’s why it’s nice to have rules. So when you break them, it feels extra special.

Um, I’m not falling for it.

Postal

Gardener

Mad Cobbler

Cracked Out

Uninsurable

Masticatory Addict

Toof Addict

Passport Eater

Bully

Yup. I’m no fool. Or … am I?

He’s also a client.

That’s the last of the husky spring fur recycling program. And just in time. I’m all out of jokes.

“Ya, that’s right. I’m the man.”

Hey Juno, you ready to show him who’s really the boss around here?

“Sure. Make me an offer I can’t refuse.”

“Geez, I can’t wait for Pop to get home. Now I have to go take one for the team.”

Internet, for the record, Loki is 4 times stronger than Juno, and though he’s a bit of a bully, he dials it way down for her and always self-handicaps. That’s my boy. He knows what’s good for him!

(Editor’s note: using the word “penis” and the song “Beat it” in the same post was completely unconscious. Or not.)

“My name is Inigo Montoyo. You killed my stuffie. Prepare to die.”

Loki recently graduated summa cum-laude from Harvard Business School of Revenge.

“You seem like a decent momma. I’d hate to kill you.”

Mr. Wild Dingo is out of the country. I am alone and hazing my GS/FMD. Does anyone else think this is a bad idea?

“Hi mom. You’re about to become mostly dead.”

“Surrender to the Dread Pirate Loki!” (Or Not.)

“So how does it feel wearing my girly jodhpurs?
“You mock my pain Buttercup.”
“Life is pain, big boy. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

“Hey big boy, you mind if I snuggle my Jodhpurs next to your apple bottom?”

“Sure surgar lips. As long as you keep your siberian cooties on your side.”
“Sigh. Boys are so immature.”

To think when I first got these two, whenever they were snuggling together, I would run to catch the shot. To be honest, I don’t need to even do that anymore. If I wanted to, I could intentionally pose them in any position, by shear food motivation. I mean these dang dogs wore masks last month, I think I could (ex)pose them in any compromising position I wanted to!  But the truth is, I find them snuggling all the time in the early hours of the morning and late evening. Last night, they were nose-to-nose (bridges of their noses together) and this morning, they were head-to-head/ear-to-ear in bed. The tops of her ears flat up against the tops of his ears. It was a great image to wake up to. I really need to keep a camera next to the bed to get those shots.

“Just don’t let my Formosan & Chi-girlfriends know I’m cozy-ing up to Miss Jodhpurs. I don’t want Playboy image tarnished.”

For those of you who would love to see your pals snuggle more, try doing motivational tricks with them simulatneously and feed them side by side–a lot. I think this may be one reason why they like each other so much. Or maybe I just go lucky.

we had to figure out what to do with all that fur.

Loki stepped up and offered some solutions:

“Does this toupe make me look like a hep dude?”

“How about the ‘stash? Does it make me look like a cool cat?”

Um, Loki?

“Ya mom?”

You have something on your nose…

“What? AGAIN?  But I don’t see anything!”

Mango Man! Loki cannot touch your suds-making ability, but occasionally he tries. We think you need to have a Suds-Making category in Mango Minster next year. Self-sudsing or perhaps sudsing closest pup or person next to you. Oh, we could see the contest now!

“Whatchya got there Daddy-O?”

“Looks like I got my pressie for my placing at Mango Minster cupcake!”

“Hey mom, do me a solid and open this thing!”

“Cool! It’s a calendar with a hot little doggie named Twinkie.”
“Typical. You get a pressie for being insane, and I get nothing for being a good sport.”

“Wow. Twinkie’s quite the looker!”

“But there’s something very familiar about her…”

“I just can not put my nose on what it is that is so familiar about her!”

“She’s one-eighth (divided by 2) my size!”

“Breathtaking! I shall call her … Mini Me.”

Thank you Twinkie! We love our calendar!