Lake, frozen Lake

A few weeks ago, Huck was lucky enough to join us on a winter trip to the cabin. The ride was cramped...four adults and two large mutts snuggled up in the cab of my dad's truck. Luckily for him, Huck was just a little too big for me to shove him to the floor of the car, so Albert got that honor and Huck staked his claim on the seat. Sorry Albert, hopefully you will forgive me someday.

Whether you are a dog or a person, the cabin is a pretty sweet place to be in the winter. Those on two legs enjoyed our drinks by the fire, while eating our weight in Heggie's pizza and playing cards into the night. For our four legged friends, winter offers the greatest cabin treat of all - coming inside! Usually furry friends are relegated to the garage, but because of the cold we took pity on them and let them lounge with us in the toasty cabin. So, lucky Huck curled his red-self in front of the blazing fire, and waited for the Heggie's crumbs to fall to the floor.

Besides indoor privileges, the other great part of winter cabin trips is the ability to walk on water. I took Huck and Albert out to the middle of the lake, wondering if they really understood how strange it was not to be swimming. I am pretty sure that, as much as I love him, Huck's brain is not quite capable of abstract thought. So while I enjoyed the view of the ice on the lake and the snow in the trees, Huck just enjoyed the run.

Huck sends a shout out

Huck would like to send out a big face-licking kiss to his favorite walking buddy and newest blog reader ESJ. He promises to get into lots more trouble, so that you will always have something to read.

Huck's recent menu

the red dog has always been hungry, but lately he has taken it to a new level. here are his latest culinary indulgences:

raw flour (three helpings)
whole chicken carcass
house plant leaves
uncooked oatmeal
gravy - straight from the stove top
beef stew - yup, also straight from the stove top

i truly don't know how his intestines stay intact.

happy birthday red dogs

sunday marked the third birthday of two fantastic red dogs. they entered the world through a dingy basement, and were quickly whisked away by the amazing al t to join our clan. from their first days, huck and bryna have been a great pair. each with their own quirks, there is never a dull moment with the red dogs. they have brought us so many great memories...here's to the next three years!

poo face

i think i love huck a little less this morning - pz just walked outside and found him eating poop. poop! why? what could possibly compel him to do something so utterly disgusting? he did spend last week with his girlfriend harriet, and rumor has it she is a habitual poop-eater, maybe he learned it from her. time to infuse his dog food with mouth wash.

Huck in Boots

This may be the worst thing I have ever done as a dog parent, but perhaps the funniest as well. Here is proof why dogs should never wear shoes. Sorry Huck.

I feel the need to clarify that my intentions were good. Huck loves to run in the snow, but he gets giant ice balls stuck between his toes - super painful, and not so much fun. So, PZ and I have tried a few things, my favorite of which was when we duct taped tube socks on his feet. Not so stylish, but they got the job done. These were a hand-me-down (don't worry, I didn't spend money on dog booties, that would be crossing the line). So, we tried, we failed, but at least we got a good video.

Looking out my backdoor

We are lucky that our back door is sturdy, because when Sir Huck decides that he wants to come inside, he flings his body against it with a force rivaled by very few other 55 pounders (perhaps only Gus). A few days ago, when I heard Huck's signature crash into the door, I opened it. Only after he hustled past me did I see what he had left on the doorstep. A dead, lifeless, squirrel. Given that Huck's favorite pastime is to stand completely frozen and stare as the squirrels run circles around the tree in our yard, I can only assume that he had absolutely no role in the poor animal's demise. But, resourceful red dog that he is, he must have found the victim in the yard and brought it to the door to show off his prize. Thanks for sharing, Huck.