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Sashaville: January 2008
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This is about the life of Sasha, a Siberian Husky, who lives in Philadelphia, PA. Tuesday, January 22, 2008. Ray has been creaky lately. He's the blind dog who I let live in Sashaville. The humans say he has arthritis. He creaks getting up, and is slow on the stairs. When we would go for walks, he'd lag behind Isis and I. He's been getting a supplement for it, which is great, because we all get liverwurst. It's the only thing he'll take the supplement in (way to go, Ray). And her dogs on the Iditarod.
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Sashaville: ER again
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This is about the life of Sasha, a Siberian Husky, who lives in Philadelphia, PA. Wednesday, March 12, 2008. Yesterday I wasn't myself. I was limping badly on my bad leg, and just felt lousy. I didn't even greet my humans when they came home from work. I just laid on the dining room floor. THey knew I wasn't feeling well, so they took me back to the ER. They drew blood and did an x ray of my shoulder again. Apparently I'm anemic, and they don't know why. My red blood count was low. Riley, Tiki, and Kesey.
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Sashaville: September 2007
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This is about the life of Sasha, a Siberian Husky, who lives in Philadelphia, PA. Friday, September 28, 2007. How to keep your humans busy. OK, the humans were busy on this website. For a while the other day. Now, sure, that meant I couldn't blog. But it also meant I could steal a bag of potato chips off the table and not get caught. They had no idea what we were doing, they were too busy taking this stupid music quiz. Monday, September 17, 2007. I'm sorry I haven't posted as much as I should have. Steve...
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Sashaville: Limping=cheese
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This is about the life of Sasha, a Siberian Husky, who lives in Philadelphia, PA. Monday, February 18, 2008. I highly recommend limping. Just pick a paw, and favor it a little. It will probably mean a vet visit, and I know that's not fun. But get past that, and things get better. I'm so looking forward to when my Glucosamine chewables are gone because I heard Mom mention the new bottle is not the chewables. WooHoo! Cheese time.and maybe LOTS if I keep spitting the pill out! February 18, 2008 at 1:09 PM.
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Sashaville: March 2008
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This is about the life of Sasha, a Siberian Husky, who lives in Philadelphia, PA. Tuesday, March 18, 2008. I loved you best. I Loved You Best. So this is where we part, My Friend,. And you'll run on, around the bend,. Gone from sight, but not from mind,. New pleasures there you'll surely find. I will go on, I'll find the strength,. Life measures quality, not its length. One long embrace before you leave,. Share one last look, before I grieve. There are others, that much is true,. So we did the only thing...
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Poseidon's Prose: November 2006
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Just the normal mental meanderings of a senior Siberian. Monday, November 27, 2006. Okay, I'm in Michigan and I was really really hoping it would be cold enough to snow here. Far from it, in fact today it was 54 degrees outside! It rained all day yesterday, and my paws got all muddy and wet and I'm just not pleased at all! There does seem to be some hope, my mama went to her mama's house Saturday and her mama said it's supposed to get really cold Thursday and it might snow. Ha-rooooooo! I heard stories t...
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Poseidon's Prose: June 2007
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Just the normal mental meanderings of a senior Siberian. Monday, June 11, 2007. Now just how do I get all of my fluff out of this thing? Anybody got any plans? Yes, I know my humans have been lazy about putting their winter clothing in the closet where it belongs. Mama is scatterbrained. Friday, June 08, 2007. It's been a long time since I updated this thing (again), but this time it's not my fault! Anyways, everything's fine now and my pictures aren't lost to oblivion. Can you believe it? Daddy got me f...
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Poseidon's Prose: January 2007
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Just the normal mental meanderings of a senior Siberian. Sunday, January 21, 2007. She did it again! Holly dear, this isn't your fault. Mama would have just seen it on someone else's blog and done it anyways. That being said, SHE DID IT AGAIN! Saturday, January 20, 2007. Now, I've got nothing against pirates. In fact, I like pirates a lot. However, I feel that my impersonation of a pirate isn't nearly up to real pirate standards. Captain Maverick. Would understand of course. You all have Holly's. Mama to...
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Poseidon's Prose: December 2010
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Just the normal mental meanderings of a senior Siberian. Tuesday, December 28, 2010. I know Po hasn't updated his blog in quite some time, so I doubt he has any readers left. Poseidon departed for the bridge at 5:30pm on December 19, 2010. It was a good run old boy, there never was a better dog. December 19, 2010). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sterling, Virginia, United States. View my complete profile. Your browser does not support inline frames or is currently configured not to display inline frames.
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Poseidon's Prose: October 2008
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Just the normal mental meanderings of a senior Siberian. Friday, October 31, 2008. Mama said I was all grody because I had ground in dog park dirt/grit, and dried blood all over me from when I was attacked. So she decided that I needed a "spa day." Now, I wasn't sure what a spa day was, or if it was a good or bad thing, so I happily jumped in the car when Mama took me out there. Can you believe it? It was a big crate, but it was still a crate! Then Mama left me there! She cleaned my ears too, and I can't...