I’ve never seen a dog who enjoys sleeping as much as Shasta enjoys sleeping.
They have the whole house but they choose to sleep like this.
Our ridiculous dogs. A continuing series.
Thanks for demonstrating why sweeping the floor is a nearly-fruitless activity, Shasta.
Yes, that’s Mort who has basically curled up in Noah’s legs. Just chillin’.
Meanwhile, Shasta is asleep and oblivious to everything. He gets that from me.
I’m pretty sure Sophie pushed the gate aside and went downstairs where she can sleep without having to deal with these three. She’s turning into quite the grumpy ol’ bitch. I sometimes think I can hear her saying to herself: “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
Little known fact: Huskies are great at stopping drafts.
Meanwhile, someone is really enjoying the snow. Goofy dog.
We used to do this a lot before he got skunked. (And I don’t mean cribbage.)
What he lacks in dignity and self-respect he makes up for in comfort.
As you’ve probably noticed, Shasta has decided that my bed is his bed, which is fine. I haven’t had a dog-teddy-bear since Lucky.
Someone asked if Shasta ‘talks’ which I did not realize was a Husky trait, but he does, sometimes quite a bit.
He also likes to extend his paws fully while sleeping on his side to make sure that all 4 of them are touching me at all times.
Last night was one of the few times he has woken me up.
At first I thought he might be having a dream…
…but then I thought he might be in pain.
So I turned on the light…
And this is what I saw:
Cone of Shame “I was trying to get in the trash” Edition.
His head barely fit through the opening so he kept trying to bite me as I was trying to get it off his head.
Happy week anniversary, you odd little fluff ball.