Mystery Solved

The mystery is solved. We know why Saki was afraid to go out the front door. It wasn't the shovel Joan left there; it wasn't the fallen branch peeking through the snow drift. No. Someone had thrown snowballs at him, poor baby.

We know this because yesterday some kids came to the door and asked to play with Saki. Joan said sure and held the door to let him out. One of the kids made a snowball and asked Saki if he wanted to play.

Well, Saki turned made a 180 and ran back into the house. "Ah ha. So it was the snowball."

He had never before been afraid of snowballs, so we figured someone must have thrown them at him the day before. They must have made him feel bad. He's always so trusting.

Charles brought him a present this morning (see picture). Now he's a happy dog again. And that's the way it should be.

Best wishes, Juno

The Mystery

Something mysterious happened to Saki yesterday. Joan was inside on the phone when she heard him scratching at the front door to come in. She opened the door, and Saki ran into the bathroom and hopped in the tub. He refused ti come out until Joan washed his feet and brushed his teeth. But he kept running back and sat there looking at himself in the mirror.

Something was up. This was not Saki behavior.

About two hours later, I decided to go out. Joan opened the front door for me and out I went into the wonderful snow and ice. But not Saki. He was afraid to go out. He stood by the door, and poked his head very tentatively out the door, and and would not move.

"What's up?" I thought to myself.

"What's up, Saki" asked Joan.

Well, he turned around and ran back into the house. Obviously, something had scared him. Now, Saki will only go out the back door. It's really a mystery. Any ideas? We don't get it.

Best wishes, Juno

Saki the Snow Eater

I've been known to eat some strange things--like the time I ate the TV changer and back in the olden days when I used to eat apples and, sometimes, poop. But I was never was much of a snow eater. I like to lie in snow and walk in snow, but Saki--who doesn't like to like or walk in snow--likes to eat snow.

But, here's the novel aspect of his snow eating: he feels guilty about it. So when Joan brings him inside, he runs directly to the bathtub and gets in. He knows he has to do that when he eats something disgusting (like poop) or when he gets dirty from digging or when snow sticks to his paws. But, for snow eating? I don't know. He's such a dog. Me, I'm more like a regal canine. Me, I have a certain dignity. Some even call me Diva, and I like that. But, Saki--he's all dog.

Best wishes, Juno

Snow Bunny/Dog

I love snow. Give me a soft bed of snow or even a hard bed of snow-ice, and I'm one happy snow bunny/dog.

Now Saki's a different breed. Saki gets snow stuck in his paws, which he doesn't like one bit. So, as soon as he comes back into the house, he heads straight for the bathtub to get a warm-water foot bath. Ahhhhh! Then he runs around with his frisbee between his teeth, and I wonder where he gets all that energy. I never had energy like that.

Joan doesn't let me spend too much time in snowy comfort. Arthritis? Stiff joints? She thinks I'm better off inside. She really has trouble accepting the fact that I'm a dog.

Best wishes, Juno