Can you tell the difference in these two pictures?

 What is the difference????

Yes, 1 is a black dog, 1 is a white dog

Yes, 1 is laying on the hardwood floor, 1 is laying on the tile

Yes, 1 is on its side, the other almost on its back

Yes, 1 is large and 1 is small

What you can't see....... That ms. hoodini (top picture) is emitting nuclear methane fumes from her back end. That back end that is aimed towards me! Not just a fluffy (fart)...but a nasty breaking of any wind particles that could possibly exist within a 100' radius of her. A few were loud, but those had no fallout. It's the silent ones, like now...I sit here peacefully blogging and all the sudden my sense are assaulted. It's raining outside too so I can't run outdoors to the fresh air.

All the while ms. poochie-poo (bottom picture) is peacefully napping and keeping her fumes to herself.

And I thought I was safe on my couch...apparently not!

Peanut butter...the magic touch

Initially Hoodini looked at a Kong filled with peanut butter like people look at a rubix cube..."huh?" She wouldn't touch it....

The other day I tried an experiment to calm her down before bed...I put the Kong in her bed with her. We had always kept food and toys out of the crates as they are for sleeping only; not playing or eating. Low and behold...she now loves it.

Last night I put them in, gave them their kongs....heard 20 minutes of "slurp, slrp, shicp, slurp" as they licked the peanut butter out to their hearts content. I then look over and both are passed out next to their Kongs.

Too cute!

Husky OCD or "no toy left behind" law?

Two nights ago we let hoodini and poochie poo out for a potty...both ran outside, but before I could close the door hoodini ran back in, through the kitchen into the living room, grabbed the squeeker toy and ran back outside. An hour later they wanted back in, they both come charging in, then hoodini runs back out...frantically looking around...finally decides on the half eaten hanger and runs back inside with it.

OCD for huskies? or new "no toy left behind" law?

What they might have been thinking...

On the way out....
Poochie-poo: amen, potty break and fresh air....
Hoodini: i gotta go but i know i am forgetting something.......where's poochie poo going?....oooo fresh air and potty break....ahh fresh air, dirt under my paws....doh, where's my toy?

On the way in....
Poochie-poo: let me in, i just want to relax now, break time is over, now it's nap time
Hoodini: that dirt is great, ain't it? you want back in? okay lets jump at the door for a bit.....see, it worked....ahh clean floors and relaxing homey smells.....doh, where's my toy?

Hoodini v...whatever she can find

v. hanger: hoodini 1, hanger 1
Hoodini succesfully chewed up hanger and we let her.

Hanger, while perched just right in hoodini's mouth, prevented her from going outside several times. She has yet to figure out to turn her head to get out the door.

v. metal hair clip: hoodini 0, clip 1
Hoodini snagged it off the stairs where I dropped it, when caught, I stopped her. Enjoyed 3 whole minutes of joyess chewing.

Metal Hair Clip Clip is still in tact, a bite or two in it but it works just like before.

v. leash: hoodini 1, leash -2, poochie-poo 1
Hoodini found that chewing on poochie-poos leash was fun. Especially while chewing and not getting caught.

Leash 1 was discovered in 2 pieces in the backyard. Leash 2 was only head together by a string.

Poochie-poo, annoyed at her sisters behavior, bit Hoodini playfully in the face several times.

v. plastic table object: hoodini 1, plastic table object? 0
Hoodini has discovered that playing with a plastic table object is amazingily fun; especially because no one takes it from her.

Plastic table object must have come from the center of a pizza, to keep the box top off the pizza; except we have not had pizza in months. Not sure where the thing came from.

Mmmmm chicken....

The thoughts going through Hoodini's head as she watches Cuddles the grouchy 14 year old cat sit on the couch next to me..........and the conversation that takes place between hoodini and poochie-poo

Hoodini: Oooo, there she is. So fluffy, so orange. I bet she tastes good; poochie-poo...does she taste good?

Poochie-poo: Girl, you crazy. Been there, done that, bought a t-shirt. I'm the leader of the "wouldn't Cuddles taste good" fan club and it ain't gonna happen.

Hoodini: Come on, just one bite...mom won't notice!

Poochie-poo: Are you kidding? She's watching you now, in fact she is probably blogging your craziness as we speak. Why don't you go chew on an emery board or something?

Hoodini: Mmmmm I bet she tastes like chicken.....maybe if I lay here and just look distracted mom will walk away. Come on mom...walk away so I can taste her. Promise, I just want to play, really. Hey wait....emery board? I thought grandma took all those away from me....you got one? You holding out on me????

Poochie-poo: Again, I repeat. You are crazy. Yes, of course I have an emery board, right next to my pile of english muffins.....get a grip. Lay down, relax; and please don't do anything stupid.

Hoodini: English muffins too? Those are those round things I ate up the other day, right? MMMmmm those were good. Now, you distract mom while I play with Cuddles......you can do it, you can act all innocent like, come on be a team player!

Poochie-poo: Why do I bother? Yes hoodini, eat the cat...why don't you eat their droid phones and dad's Red Sox hat too?...sounds about as intelligent as the "eat the old cat" idea.

Hoodini: You're just jealous....because you didn't think of it. So do you have those emery boards and english muffins or no???? 

Missing beans

Meme (aka grandma) is peacefully getting dinner ready....human child is getting stuff for school ready and mom and dad ran to the store. Meme takes a break to catch the tv show real quick......

Where'd the beans go? Only evidence is 10 beans left in the pan........

Did Human Child eat them? No - She was upstairs
Did Mem eat them? No - she was in the other room
Did Mom eat them? No - she was not home.
Did Dad eat them? No - he was not home.
Did Grouchy-cat eat them? No, she's a cat and too old to jump that high.
Did Alley-cat eat them? No, he is MIA a lot since Hoodini arrived.

Leaves two culprits.............Poochie-poo or Hoodini......

Poochie-poo:
3' tall, 55lbs., doscile, can't reach counter unless she really jumps, ate off the counter twice and none of which has been recent, she's more of a "steel from open garbage can" type.

Hoodini:
4' tall, 70lbs, crazy, can eat off the counter without lifting feet off the ground and does often.

Dad didn't want to assume, so he grabs the pan and takes it towards the two suspects. Poochie-poo thinks she's getting a snack and sits like a good dog....Hoodini cowers as if in trouble. Ah ha!

Case solved....

(and emphasized by every movement Hoodini making causing an expulsion of nasty-methane-funky-gas...every movement)

Its elementary my dear watson....

Saturday morning at the Jones house....

11:00pm - potty before bed
1:00am - hey ma, gotta potty....dad let me drink after the 1st potty, let me wake you by clawing at my crate
4:40am - hay ma, gotta go potty again, let me outta this thing
5:15am - you know, we are normally up at 4:15am, it is 1 hour past that and i am not happy with the change in schedule, let me out or i will eat the crate.....mmmmm metal

Dakota...watch your sister....Clover, be good, I need some sleep! Don't destroy the house while I go back to bed please.

6:00am - alright, you let me out into the living room, but...yup, gotta pee again, is jumping on the sliding door with all my weight enough of a HEY YOU?

Clover! why did you eat Hailey's headband? and the KFC bag? and....a pot holder? really....???? Well, I guess you can't get into anything else for now.....please be good! (back to bed I go)

7:10am - cowabunga!!! sleep is overrated anyways, plus i just opened your door and you really looked like a fluffy spot to pounce on, wasn't that fun?

After we enjoyed a nice cup of coffee....mmmm coffee....

8:30am......hun, is that pink on Clover? why does Clover have pink stuff on her face and feet? Hailey, check your room...anything pink destroyed?...Nothing up there? what on earth did she get into?.....

9:00am.......ah ha!

So that's how she does it...

the electric wire that keeps hoodini in the yard also feeds through the interior of the wall near our stairs, we have it set to "stubborn". sometimes hoodini gets too close to the wall and gets the warning beep, sometimes she slides right by to go up and terrorize her human sister's room.

while playing with poochie-poo's fire hydrant squeaker toy, hoodini tosses it up onto the stair landing. she trots over to get it and "beep beep beep"...so she tries another attempt a little further away... "beep beep beep"....gets further away from the wall to peek her head around....."beep beep beep"....so she lays down near the wall and gets no beep...she scoots closer and..."beep beep beep"....knowing she is as close as she can get she then uses her immensely long legs to reach across and pull the squeaker towards her....wallah, electric collar once again defeated.......

hoodini then proudly takes the squeaker outside....lets pause a minute...this squeaker was one of poochie-poo's first toys 2 years ago, it is the only one that had out lasted her chewing on it, the weather, or even getting lost.....hoodini won't share it either. poochie-poo looks longingly at the squeaker.......hoodini then proceeds to destroy the squeaker...all the while poochie-poo is watching her...two things are probably in poochie-poo's mind...A-if hoodini didn't steel my bed all the time i'd go pee in hers, B-another one bites the dust.....

hoodini's human father manages to get the squeaker from her grasps, what is left, and toss it to play fetch. the squeaker lands in a pile of poo. now this would be the end of the game for poochie-poo. toy in poo = no more fun. not for hoodini; had it not for the poo being too close to the wire she would have gone for it. in fact she did, but after 1 set of warning beeps it just wasn't worth it anymore.

how traumatizing....

You CAN put a price on trouble

Meet trouble (aka clover, aka hoodini)....see that, yes it's a price tag...$999.99! (trouble can be expensive!)

Who me? No, look at this face. Is this the face of trouble???

Mmmm lettuce...the taste of deceit......

Alright, this is NOT as bad as it looks! I REALLY didn't make this mess!

Yes, these are dad's slippers, but mmmmmm did they taste good!!!

Hoodini 5 - Fence 0

Hoodini has outsmarted the shock collar..........she managed to annoy our neighbor again this morning.....the hot tub was inaccessible for her to use as a spring board. Nothing was close enough for her to jump on......

Plain ol' leg power....at least 4' of distance in the air over a 6' fence...she can leap tall fences in a single bound, she can annoy neighbors with one jump, she can outsmart all electric defenses...is it a genius? is it a superhuman? No...it's a 1 year old malbarian.....

when all else fails........turn to google.....ugh

Hoodini's revenge

hoodini and poochie-poo called it an early night and were in their beds by 9pm, of their own free-will. to take advantage of this freedom the hubby and i decide to use our hot tub. it's a gloriously freezing evening, about 40 degrees out and we are enjoying the hottub and all it's 99 degree glory. poochie-poo and hoodini realize the moment of freedom and frolic - un watched - through the house and into the back yard. awe, how cute! they are playing! keep in mind that hoodini lacks the ability to get within 4' of the hot tub due to her new best friend (shock collar). so she wasn't too happy when poochie-poo came up to see us in the tub.

several moments go by and poochie-poo and hoodini are back to playing......this time it's with a toy. again, happy for their distraction I think nothing of it. and that was my mistake......letting my gaurd down. that and trying to identify an item through the steam coming off the hot tub.

we get out of the hot tub and walk across the patio and low and behold....it's not a toy they are playing with, it's a black plastic spoon looking......dangit it's my George Foreman spatula (special made item for the foreman grill)! since poochie-poo is height challenged I can only assume that this is what happened.....

Hoodini: Mom and dad are in the hottub, kid is sleeping......we are alone in the house.
Poochie-poo: Don't even think about it hoodini.
Hoodini: (as she is jumping up on the counter to snag the spatula from the sink) MMMmmmm, but poochie-poo it has pieces of hamburger on it, mmmmmmm
Poochie-poo: Get off the counter, you are going to get in trouble.
Hoodini: You get to go near the hot tub and get love, I get to eat the plastic/burger taste; all is fair! (taking it outside) Now see, we are playing with it, they don't care. It's an "okay" item for us to chew, come on poochie-poo try to take it from me. We can play tug of war.
Poochie-poo: No, not right in front of them.
Hoodini: Mmmmmmm plastic and burger, mmmmmmm (gnawing on the spatula)
Poochie-poo: I think i heard the cat, come on lets get him!

They frolic off to torment the cat..............

Ya....to be a fly on the wall.....apparently Hoodini had a problem with her new boundaries....doh! My poor spatula!

Hoodini vs. fence & team work

round 3: a collar and a wire. seems simple, run some electricity through it (safely) and it should keep hoodini away from the fence/hot tub. the collar beeps when she gets close and shocks her when too close. her first shock was almost enough to teach her; but being a husky she had to try again and whammo another shock. system is  a success, she realized her boundaries....we left her alone for 10 hours with no problems, no visits to the neighbor...we came home to 2 very excited to see us dogs

success? lol

round 4: if you move the sensor higher than 3' above the cord; it does not beep and does not shock. to test this theory hoodini took a flying leap across a 6' span, up on top of the 4' high hot tub and over the fence. she proceeded to frolic through the neighbors back yard and in their house with muddy paws. the instructions did not mention this, apparently hoodini figured it out all on her own. well, at least we know she is not stupid. must be her pointing out the obvious flaw in the system to us...

amen for understanding neighbors....

team work: poochie-poo watches hoodini and these antics and gets annoyed at her frequently. while hoodini has out-smarted the shock collar, mundane acts such as sitting, staying, shaking hands, or listening in general are still beyond her. poochie-poo got fed up and showed hoodini how to shake hands during the most recent lesson. how did she do this? she bit hoodini on the leg when we asked for hoodini's paw and wallah....hoodini understood. whether she understood "paw" = shake hands or "paw" = poochie-poo will bite me if i don't shake hands we may never know, but as long as it is working we don't care.

amen for team work (although i'm sure i will regret this statement later)

Hoodini vs. fence

the adventures of hoodini and poochie-poo.....what happens when you put a 3 year old husky and a 1 year old malberian together...

round 1: apparently hoodini (aka clover) has realized that the hot-tub doubles as a spring board to freedom. up and over the fence she goes.

round 2: the springboard being blocked off is no deterent, hoodini can leap a 6' fence in a single bound. then look at you, over the fence, from the other side. apparently the grass is greener on the other side and was calling out to her for some fertilizer. while she is on that adventure, poochie-poo (aka dakota), has gotten in touch with her ancient pig ancestors turning the grass into a mud hole. then proudly sports her new mud outfit.

round 3: stay tuned

No Incompetence for him

Dark blue jeans look as if they are ironed. Well kept black penny loafers, black leather jacket, matching gloves, scarf and baret. Older gentlemen, very refined looking. "I need to talk to that guy about incompetence...I hate incompetence and I hate when I find incompetence." I overhear and giggle. "And the curbs are black. Now that is incompetence. Who the hell thought of that? Oh, you said you can drive, bullshit your incompetent too." Quite intrigued. Not sure of the just of the conversation he was having, but had a great time ease dropping.
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Same small spot. Newspaper propped close, loosely flipping through the pages. Never the same actions twice.
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Again a smile, a wave and a tiding; just like normal. Always pleasant. Fascade or true nature? I would hope the latter.
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Some are more pleasant than others, this one not so much. Not rude just not into pleasantries. At least it smells good.
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At least its friday.

33 Degrees....just another Thursday

Wise outfit choice; safe and unobtrusive. Brown slacks, jean jacket, and travel bag. The slacks say you have an appearance to keep up. The jacket shows how you secretly despise wearing slacks. The bag says you don't leave home without comforts.
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Now, she walks with purpose. Eyes forward with her goal in mind. A stride almost. Same outfit as most days; black slacks and brown dress jacket. Restaurant industry perhaps? Backpack high on back carrying all kinds of goodies for the day, not her usual choice though. Her normal wear is a black tote bag. Maybe today is a special day.
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He's doing mathematical equations involving more symbols that even my statistics class taught. Appears to know what they mean. Casually refers back to the book. Almost a caress of each page as he's looking it over. Deep in thought or passionate about it, who knows. When all else fails, he pulls out the iPad and calculates away. He gets distracted; stares at an object behind me.
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She went on a cruise to Mexico, a Disney cruise. Then she got ill. She tells them all the same story. Sounds healthy enough and her cough is a tad bit faked during her stories to the inquisitors.
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33 Degrees....just another Thursday.