Tuesday Malamute Blogging

Thirsty pup on the Midway.

Friday Malamute Blogging

Stole this one from Lenora's Puppy Love photo gallery.

Friday Malamute Blogging

I'll just sneak this in...

Friday Malamute Blogging

Friday Malamute Blogging

Does he look guilty to you?

He just escaped from the backyard, ran across the street to pick a fight with the German Shepherd who lives there...and...what was I doing when this transpired? I was plugging away at converting all the illustrations in Fetal Pig Coloring Book to grayscale—in my jammies. I was jolted awake by simultaneous doorbell buzzing and pounding on the living room window. It was my neighbor, Barbra.

"I think I have your dog in my backyard..."

She couldn't possibly have my dog.

As we schlepped across the icy, mud-puddly street, me in my jammies, sandals and parka, she said, "My dog's never been in a fight with another dog before this..."

And then, of course, there he was. In Barbra's backyard. Wagging himself in half, sooooo happy to see me. I wanted to throttle him.

After apologizing for my bad, neglected dog and my disheveled appearance, Kodi and I slinked home, shooting "it's all your fault" looks at each other.

Friday Malamute Blogging

My brother, Arnold, says you can tell that animals have no souls by looking into their eyes. Kodi doesn't always play well with others, but I think he has a sweet, well-insulated soul.

Friday Malamute Blogging

Friday Malamute Blogging

He whimpers to go out and play when the wind chill is -30°. I'm the one whimpering when we get back inside.

Baby, it's Still Cold Outside

Sweet home, Chicago! It feels downright balmy at 13°. And I thank God for every inch of fat on my ass this winter.

Malamute Blogging

Fuzzy ears. I must have them.

Anything plush that comes into the house is in immediate danger of this kind a treatment. He's partial to ears on both animate and inanimate objects. Prior to being introduced to toys his favorite chew toys were his brother's ears.

Monday Malamute Blogging