The Dog Park Rocked!

I can barely stay awake right now. . but I wanted to share this with you while the details are fresh in my mind.

I went to the Husky/Mal play date at the dog park today. There were pointy ears everywhere! I met so many new friends. There was a husky that was totally blind--he kept growling at me when I snuck up on him. There was also a husky who looked just like me. At first I thought I saw Ammy. It turned out to be my new girlfriend Natasha. I'll just come right out and say it: Natasha was hot for me. I know you don't believe me. . so I made Kelly take some pictures to prove it. You'll have to bear with us, because as we all know, Kelly needs some help with her photo taking skills.

Here's one of my new friends sharing a water break with me.

This is Blitz. Don't you think he looks like me?

Natasha, my girlfriend. She doesn't know it yet. .but she likes me. I kept seducing her with my Ozzie ways and she just grumbled back. I know that's her special way of saying that she's into me.

See, here she is checking out my rumpus. Nice stuff! I was so flattered that my ears curled.

Here I am resting after a long play session. I totally scored and found the bench with the free gin and tonics.

Here I am, ready to go home after a big helping of gin and tonic.

I'm about to crash hard! I need to rest up for puppy-bowl tomorrow. Kelly made a video which I'll make her post later.

Paws, aroos, woos and fuzz,

Ozzie

I'm over it!

Big Aruus and Woos!

Yes, indeed I'm back to my happy self today. I'm over the incident with Quinn the Westie. I've decided to save my letter to Ceasar and Dr. Phil for some other time when I really, really need it.

It's sunny. It's 48 degrees. AND I have finally lost all of my puppy teeth. I have wanted to nibble on EVERYTHING today. And I've come pretty close to success in this area.

Oh. . and I'm also digging for a chipmunk. I can smell that he has been around our deck. I just haven't found him yet. Here's some pictures of me after my digging. Pretty nice work, huh?

Oh Mr. Chipmunk. . where are you?

Hope you all have a great weekend! I'm sure I'll be watching the super-puppy bowl on Sunday.

Ozzie

Reasons Why I'm Grumpy

I am having a bad day today and I am grumpy. Here are the reasons why:

1. It has been raining all day today. No snow. No ice. But Rain.

2. I went to my obedience class last night and the trainer's dog attacked me. "Quinn" is a 2 year old Westie. I was VERY nice to him and he charged at my face. Yes, AT MY FACE! Can you believe it???!!!!

3. At obedience class last night we learned how to sit, down and stay on a spot. I don't like doing this. Actually, I'm pretty sure that none of the participants in the class liked this activity. There was a lot of squealing and squeaking. I couldn't concentrate.

4. I don't want to practice sit, down and stay on spot today--but Kelly keeps trying to make me. I don't mind sit and down--but stay is a pain in the neck. So I'm just refusing to do it!

Instead, I'm resting in the kitchen in my new favorite place.

Thank GOODNESS that next week is my last week of obedience class. I'm going to write letters to Cesar Milan and Dr. Phil to see if they can help Quinn with his aggression issues.

Hummpf,

Ozzie

Happy Year of the Oz!

So today I read that it is the Chinese New Year. I hope this means extra treats! (I'm keeping my paws crossed for a sampling of Dumplings, Kung-Pao Chicken and Mu Shoo Pork.)

The Chinese have this special zodiac thingy based off of the year that you were born. This year is the year of the Oz. Pretty cool, huh? I keep reading "Year of the Ox" all over the internet. Can you believe that there were so many mistakes? This is what happens when we rely on spell-check!!

I was born last year (2008) so that means that Dief and I are both "Rats."

Well, according to this link it means that I have the 1st and most prominent place in the Zodiac. I like that! It also says that I am charming--but I have the tendency to become aggressive. Hmmmm. . I prefer to call it "determined."

It also says that I am compatible with people born in the year of the Oz. This is a good thing because both Kelly and John were born in 1973--and they are Ox--er, um Oz. They are #2 in the Zodiac. This just confirms my thoughts that I am indeed the leader around here! Thank you ancient Chinese wisdom.

Happy Year of the OZ (or Ox. . whatever you want to call it) folks!

Waiting for pork products. . .


Ozzie


P.S. Huffle, are you watching the Australian Open Tennis match? I love to watch the ball go back and forth.

Husky Malamute Play Date

I saw this on Craigslist and wanted to let anyone else in the area know about it.

I know I am going to get J & K to go.

Here's the post:

Do you have a husky or malamute??

Well so do we, and we want to get together. We are having a play date, come hang out with us on Sat. Jan 31, 2009 @ 1:30.

We are meeting at the Pinckneyville Dog Park.

Address: 4758 S Old Peachtree Road, Norcross, GA 30071

Easy to get to from I-85 & Pechtree Ind. Blvd. FROM GWINNETT PLACE MALL & I-85 Go West on Pleasant Hill Road from I-85 Turn left on Old Norcross Road (traffic light). Turn right on Simpson Circle (traffic light) go across Buford Highway and the railroad tracks. Turn left on South Old Peachtree Road (traffic light). Pinckneyville Park will be on left, less than 1 mile (across from soccer complex).

If it rains, we will reschedule. I will post a new date on Sat morning if it is raining.

Please e-mail me with any questions, and if you are going to make it. Just so we have an idea. What to bring? They have turned off the water for winter at the park, so please bring water! They will drink from everyone bowls, but we do need to have enough. Please bring bags to clean up after you dogs, also if you have extras please bring those too! Don't bring anything that you are not ok with all the dogs playing with, and/or eating. This includes children...just kidding =) Feel free to bring any other furbabies with you as well!!

Am I a Super-Hero Husky?

There are only two things to explain what's been happening to me lately:

Option #1. I have static electricity on my fur.

-or-

Option #2. I am a super-hero Siberian husky.

I have been creating sparks all over the house for the past few weeks. I think it is because I am developing super-hero powers!!!! John told me that sometimes at night he looks over into my crate and it looks like lightning. Wow!

Other reasons I might be a super-hero husky:

I also can fly through the air (a little bit). I have a costume (my blue sweater). I rescue Kelly all of the time. (She was doing deadly sit-ups on the floor today and I came over and saved her by licking her face all over until she stopped. Whew! That was a close call.)

The question is, when will I be able to harness my powers so that I can save the universe and destroy my evil crate?

Ozzie

P.S.--No snow for me, but I did get a present from the tooth fairy. Can anyone say Kong Wubba? Yippie!!!

My New Career

I've decided that this whole "golf course worker" thing is not for me. It is too cold, too wet and I don't make very much kibble. I've been doing some research on Salary.com and I've decided that I have the skills to be a plastic surgeon.

I've been practicing all week. I have successfully performed liposuction and/or complete organ (squeeky) removal on the following squeekies: Starman, Elephant and Loofah. Here's a picture of me deep in surgery with Starman.

Nurse. . .I need a 5 pt. blade--stat.

We need more suction!

I was performing this surgery for hours! I've learned how to take it all out--but I need some assistance in the reconstruction process.

I'm currently accepting resumes for anyone interested in the surgical reconstruction process. References and photos suggested.

Ozzie--Pre-Med

My Christmas Sweater

Happy Thursday! I know that some of you have been enjoying sub-zero temperatures all winter. Well, here in Georgia it is FINALLY 3O degrees. That is REALLY cold for around here. Brrrrrrrwooo. Brrrwooooo. Brrrrwoooo.

This gave me a perfect opportunity to wear my Christmas sweater today on my walk. Some of you might wonder why a husky would need a sweater. Well, I'm kind of embarrassed about it. But if you have to know. . . I'm just not very fuzzy! The past few nights I've gone outside and come right back in to snuggle on Male May 1973 Model (aka John's lap.)

Can you keep a secret? I have actually been freezing! It feels like my ears are going to break off! How can you guys take it?

Here's me in my sweater in the back yard after the walk:

Do you think I'm weird?

Ozzie

PS. Wow! I just lost a molar while I was writing this post. That huuuuurrrt. Maybe I need to lay off the tenderizing for a few hours.

It Backfired--Literally

One word for you and it rhymes with the lava mountain you will find in Hawaii: Pooh-cano.Pooped in the crate in hopes that it would be deemed too "dirty" and get destroyed. Saved up my pooh all day long and let loose a doozy last night in the middle of the night.

Plan backfired! Stayed up all night in my pooh infested crate crying. John and Kelly did not come to my rescue.

This morning I watched in horror as Kelly and John cleaned up the mess and said "poor Ozzie."

I've got a hint for them: THROW IT AWAY! I do not need a crate. I need a gas mask. ..

Nauseous and exhausted,

Ozzie

Perfect Sunday

I am having the laziest Sunday ever! I guess that's what happens when you work so hard all week long. Here's what I've been doing.

This morning I hung out on my blanket and I watched the CBS Sunday Morning News. Then I watched Girls Next Door. That's the show with all of the bunnies and the guy in the pajamas. I thought it would just be pictures of bunnies in the tall grass--but it turns out that it is a show about these three really cute blondes who are Playboy bunnies. Kelly and John made me turn away from the TV during some spots. I guess I'm too young or something. I had to chew on my blanket to keep it together. . .

Then, I watched some quality football in my favorite spot of all: John's lap. May 1973 is sooooo comfy. I could just hang out here all day--and I just might.

Ahhh. . . this is so relaxing.

Yaaaawwwwnnnnn,

Ozzie

Working can be...well, WORK!

Hey everyone!

Another work week has come and gone. Many of you showed great interest in my job and it sounded like some of you were considering a job in the golf industry. Well, it is fun but there is work involved as well. I can tell you it is exhausting. Here are some pics of me after a hard days work.

Making sure Kelly prepares the daily kill correctly...Hey, too much Paprika!

My main job is to chase John. I stay real close by because I don't really know my way around and the course is really big. He keeps me close by all the time and makes me ride in the cart anywhere there is anything dangerous like the road and the river. Usually I run around 2-3 miles in the morning and 2-3 in the afternoon. This keeps me in great shape. All the while, I am keeping my keen eyes peeled for the evil blue heron(his poop is like acid to the grass), watch for geese(their poop tastes GREAT! Did I just say that out loud?), the ditches (which I became familiar with in my early days-stinky and wet!), and the red tailed hawks (these might want to eat me!). I also have to scour the tall grass for small rodents (since the lame, lazy, fat, poofy, orange kitty Marmalade won't do it-I guess he just works for fat). I didn't find any this past week but I will snoot my way through every bunch of that tall stuff. (I think it is Fescue AO4-I know you are keeping up on your grasses.)

Let me finally get to the juicy part! We got buckets of rain on Tuesday! John said around 4 inches. The river was sooooo high that the whole golf course was drenched! John was driving through water so deep that I had to get up in the cart most of the time. When we got close to the river, he got real scared for me and held on real tight! The river was raging and had come over the tops of the bridges. He said it was about 14 feet. Usually I can go get real close but not today! It was way too dangerous.

I got so wet and stinky. John never got out of the cart, but I made sure he get real wet and stinky too. I got to help put sandbags out and then it was back to the office for some quality paperwork time. I like this part as I get to make sure my Kong is still working and check out the carpet under John's desk to make sure it is still functioning properly.

This is pretty much my job. That and some good PR work. John says everyone forgets that he is the guy they are supposed to complain to when I am around. He always asks the members about the course, and they always reply about how cute I am, or something about my size. So I guess as long as I continue to be cute and grow (and stop stealing people's balls-including the superintendent of Augusta-oops!), John will keep his job. I will continue to monitor green speeds and make sure the bunkers meet my standards (especially right after they are raked!). I also need to learn to speak Spanish (the cat only speaks Spanish-strange?). I am looking forward to the summer as I hear there is a cute beer cart girl and more rodents! Can't wait!

Enjoy!

PeeSSSS. John took some pictures of the golf course on his work camera and the poo face John (Huffle Trademarked phrase) forgot to bring it home. We will get these posted as soon as possible.

Me and Elephant dreaming of moles

How to Work at the Golf Course

Happy New Year!

I know I promised everyone more pictures of my work at the golf course on Christmas Day. I figure that if I am going to share the pictures with you, I may as well give everyone a little bit of a primer on how to work at a golf course. With the economy and all. . .it might be a good way for my fellow doggie buddies to earn some extra kibble.

First off, you must first convince the folks in charge to give you an interview. They are usually a bunch of "breedists" hiring only labs and border collies. Luckily, I have an in with the superintendent--that's John. If you do get an interview use your inside voice and try to keep the wooing to a minimum. Apparently they like it really quiet out here.

Step 1. Look for moles, mice or other small rodents in the tall grass. Eat them if you can. When someone notices a tail hanging out of your mouth (drats) run away really fast while you try your hardest to swallow the small animal whole. I was able to do this at the ripe old age of 3 months--so most of you should have it down without a problem.Step 2. Look for herons and geese on the greens. If they are there--chase after them. Their poop is deadly to the grass. What John doesn't know is that their poop is quite fragrant--so get a good whif in if you find any. Do NOT--I repeat DO NOT poop on the greens yourself. This will get you fired immediately.

Step 3. Check that the water fountains work. This is me demonstrating that the water is not only working, but is also a delicious and healthy alternative to other beverages consumed on the course. I'm working--so I am only allowed 1 drink.

I hope that these tips will help you during your interview. Remember dress for success--so groom heavily the night before!

Ozzie

P.S.--(In my inside voice) I got the job and I start work tomorrow! I'll be working all week. Don't tell John, but what did get myself into?