Silly Pulaski



Sorry, mom couldn't get it to rotate, just look sideways.

 

         We had people working on our roof this week. Everyone had left the house to go somewhere. We had set up the Christmas tree. We blockaded it because we weren't sure Pulaski knew what it was. My dad came home and couldn't find Pulaski. He searched many rooms, but mine, and still didn't find him. He wasn't in his usual spots. Dad finally came to my room. There was Pulaski all curled up on my bed. He was searching for comfort. When the roofers pound, it sounds like thunder. Pulaski doesn't like thunder.He has arthritis so I don't know how he got up there. But I appreciate he found my bed for comfort.

       Now it is time for another Pulaski tale. It is snowing here in Indiana. Pulaski is a Malamute. He should like snow, wrong! We sent him out but he wanted right back in. And right now all our dogs are staying in, not going out in the snow. Some sled dogs they are. At least Hoover enjoyed the snow for a bit.

Sparkling snow on Hoover

     

Nikita on her bed instead of in the snow

Playing with a cow instead of out in the snow

        Remember my post about Pulaski and how he tears up toys and likes to rip the tags off? Well, he did that again. He pulled the tag off and it got stuck between his teeth. He went around with the tag stuck between his teeth without noticing it. Of course we tried pulling it out but couldn't get it. But he got it out himself using a pull toy as floss. He is smarter than us!