Ok, seems you guys don’t get it.  I’m a fun loving Shih Tzu Puppy, not a Siberian Husky.  I’m into warm baths, sofas, fuzzy woobies and rug floors, not blistering cold winds, frozen booty, and cold feet.  Some shih tzus don’t like snow you know?

Where are the toys?  Where are the honey oatmeal biscuits?  Nowhere! I’m going back to the inside warm place.  You can stay out here with Tatuk the Husky war beast.

Picture courtesy of Alana Elliot

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Really Mom, we’ve got to talk.

I’ve got to schedule a whole lot more resting time here.

I mean with the running and jumping and playing  and eating…

Well, I kinda like the eating part, but I digress.

I’ve got to get some more nap time, OK?

Let’s see here.

Quiet.

Cute head tilt.

Little sniffles with the nose.

That “Momma I wuv you” look…

Yep.  Something, probably expensive, somewhere in the house, is on fire.

After a long day of working in the fields pulling the wagons with the Oxen, Rufus was just plain tuckered out.

Cute Pose. $0.00

Fuzzy Wooby.  $6.99

Bunch of plush toys to expand on cuteness.  $12.59

Add in the “little woof” $0.00

Distracting mommy and daddy from the humongous toilet paper and cotton ball mess I did in the bathroom. Priceless.

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And then one day, “they” showed up.  A criminal element the small bar had never seen or experienced, the Gang Of Three clearly had bad attitudes, bad breathe, and bad intentions.

“Where’s the milk, er..beer?” The toughest one asked to a scared bartender who trembled behind the soda fountain.  “And tell me you have a good rubber ducky or fuzzy wooby for us, otherwise we’re takin’ out the new pair of sneakers we found in a box by the door.  And the box.  And the table cloth that’s hangin’ low enough to get at.” He said with a little woof.

“Yeah, where’s the milk?” His tough looking partner asked.  “And I don’t want no rubber ducky, cause the squeaks scare me.. I want a wool sock!”

The “Gang of  Three” have controlled our lives ever since.

Mommy says I’m sick and have to stay in bed with best friend Fuzzy Wooby all day.

No tearing up newspapers.  No running in grassy backyard place.  No hiding under the teevees.

But you can bring me ice cream, K?

Did you say I’m funny?

You mean funny like I’m a clown, ha ha,  I amuse you?

I make you laugh, I’m here to amuse you?

What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?

Well, you haven’t seen whats waitin’ for you on the bedroom rug have you, huh?

That’s what’s funny.