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.

Huckstable by the numbers

3: the number of huck's currently visible ribs...i guess it's time to up his food

90: the number of minutes huck spent staring at the tree this morning, waiting for a squirrel to emerge

4: the number of minutes it took huck to settle into his third nap of the day after coming in from the yard

2: the number of pheasant hunting trips huck will enjoy this fall

Huck's Bad Side

Recently, Huck's cousin Percy has been trying to play it tough. While usually slow moving (some might say comatose), Percy has developed an angry alter-ego. Huck is beginning to feel overshadowed, but photographic evidence proves that Huck, too, can be a bad ass. Suck it Percy.

A Day in the Life

it's not easy being red. for those of you who would like to follow just how mixed up a red dog's life can be, this is the place for you. stay tuned for updates from life as dr. huckstable lives it, one dog day at a time...