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<title>Husky Tracks in the City</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Cairo</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Cairo &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 18:52:42 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Happy holidays to everywoo</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 12:19:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas (if you celebrate) and a Happy Holidays.

Happy hol ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas (if you celebrate) and a Happy Holidays.

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		<title>Camping trip to the national forest</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Sep 2012 14:29:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It has been a long time since I wrote on Dogster.

Surely, way way too long.

I do apologize.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has been a long time since I wrote on Dogster.

Surely, way way too long.

I do apologize.

Here's an article I just wrote about my camping trip this summer vacation. I can't believe fall snuck up on us like this! This article is only part 1.

(This link will take you to my blog www.huskydigs.com)

<a haref="http://www.huskydigs.com/2940/going-on-a-road-trip-part-1">http://www.huskydigs.com/2940/going-on-a-road-trip-part-1/</a>

Hope everyone is doing well.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nike and Michael Vick -- Boycott Nike and No, we're not moving on</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Jul 2011 17:36:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I usually don't copy and paste from my Enterprising Husky Society blog but since this is pretty impo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I usually don't copy and paste from my Enterprising Husky Society blog but since this is pretty important, here it is.

Nike signs Michael Vick, convicted felon and dogfighter, to be its spokesperson

On July 1st 2011, it was reported that Nike had signed Michael Vick to endorse its products.

In 2007, when Nike first dropped Vick, Nike issued the following statement: “we consider any cruelty to animals inhumane and abhorrent.”

Now that it’s 2011, I guess things are somehow different for Nike.

Michael Vick didn’t just kill dogs, he killed them brutally. He electrocuted them (some reports indicate that he attached jumper cables to the dogs’ ears and then threw them into a pool), hung them and drowned them. There were also undisputed reports that he and his colleague killed dogs by slamming them repeatedly into the ground — Michael grabbed the dog’s front legs, his colleague grabbed the dog’s hind legs, and together, the two men swung the dog over their heads like a jump rope and slammed the dog into the ground. When the dog did not die, they continued slamming him into the ground this at last, the little red dog was dead.  Is this Nike’s idea of a role model?

Reports also indicated that Vick put ‘family pets’ into the ring with the trained fighting dogs because he thought it was “funny” to watch. In dog fighting, bait dogs are often muzzled and thrown into the ring, making them completely defenseless as the fighting dogs attack them. Some fighting dogs have their teeth filed into points, and some females have their teeth removed altogether when they are used as bait dogs, so as not to injure prized male fighting dogs.  Is this Nike’s idea of a role model?

But Vick was more than just some lowly dogfighter, performing many of these acts hands-on.   Even worse, he bankrolled these dogfighting operations, helping see to it that his Bad Newz Kennels and this regime of abuse and illegal operations would continue and grow.  Is this Nike’s idea of a role model?

A prominent animal rescue in Utah, Best Friends Animal Sanctuary, has said that Vick’s dogs are the most emotionally and physically abused dogs they have seen.  Many of the dogs are still recuperating and being rehabilitated, and individuals involved in this process have said that it’s clear that Michael Vick “went to a lot of trouble to make the dogs this way”.  What kind of man gets empowerment from mutilating, terrorizing, beating and electrocuting dogs until they are emotionally and physically destroyed? Is this Nike’s idea of a role model?

Michael Vick’s actions are deplorable, and his acts of “redemption” are little more than staged PR stunts. His remorse has been inauthentic.  Many people agree that not only were his actions evil, but his intentions as well.  He quit his dogfighting ring because the law made him do so, and if he had not been caught, it’s not hard to believe that he would still be doing it now.  Is this Nike’s idea of a role model?

Nike, do you think parents want their children to see Vick as a role model?

Let the Nike boycott begin.

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More info to come.
Facebook Fan Pages:

No to Nike and Vick http://www.facebook.com/notonike

Boycott Nike for Signing Michael Vick http://www.facebook.com/pages/Boycott-Nike-for-Signing-Michael-Vick/23331789002611

Pictured here is Gypsy, one of Michael Vick’s dogs that was used as a bait dog.  Somebody found Gyspsy discarded on the street and brought her to medical care.  Gypsy died of her injuries shortly afterwards.  Click on this image to download this image and share with your friends.  Permission to crosspost and share.

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What you can do
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Boycott Nike.

Contact the officials at Nike.  Send them your unwanted Nike merchandise and pictures of your Nike merchandise in the garbage.

Call Nike: 800-344-6453. Choose option 5, then option 9.

Email to Nike is media.relations@nike.com

Nike USA Inc.
Consumer Services
One Bowerman Drive
Beaverton, OR 97005-6453

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		<title>Letter back to my mom</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 20:22:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday, my mom sent me a letter.

Today, I wrote her back.

Dear mom,
Wonderful update and i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, my mom sent me a letter.

Today, I wrote her back.
<i>
Dear mom,
Wonderful update and it's great to hear from you. Is it true that our favorite local bagel shop on the Upper East Side with the yummy lox (salmon!!) has now gone out of business? In response to your semi-existential conundrums, here is a link from the Onion that might be helpful to you -- you are not alone:
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href=http://www.theonion.com/articles/grown-adult-actually-expects-to-be-happy,19442>http://www.theonion.com/articles/grown-adult-actually-expects-to-be-happy,19442</a>

xoxo, your
Red and White Sassy Girl
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		<title>Letter from my mom</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Mar 2011 14:44:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I got a letter from my mom. As you know, my mom is back in NYC (without me) on a business(?) t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I got a letter from my mom. As you know, my mom is back in NYC (without me) on a business(?) trip.  She lives near Central Park and wanted to go for a walk in the park but realized that she had no dog to walk, which made her sad. It reminded her of the awful period in her life right after her first dog died and she was living in the city by herself.  I told her to enjoy sleeping-in while she can because that is going to come to an end when she returns back to dog life.
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greetings, dear cairo. 

i've slacked off since thursday afternoon, so i apologize for not getting back to you on skype -- just been inundated with a lot of "getting my affairs in order" here in ny/nj. i hope to do some catching up on sunday.
am having a bit of a mind-brain-cognitive crisis of a nature that i can't put my finger on. so annoying. being back in ny, i'm using this oppty away from dogs and home life responsiblities to Think Deep and work on my 3 year plan and my 7 year plan (since i'm 32 and my next milestones are 35 and 39). it's never a smooth process and, as usual, they're not exactly writing themselves. in a burst of inspiration (and because my office supplies and rest of belongings are stacked away in storage), i bought a 16-pack of crayons to map out my future plans and literally "draw up" my thought process. [Company name] work is going fine and i like web stuff and especially the design stuff and i heart technical projects and planning and analyzing but i was at the barn (my oldest and most expensive son is now 12!) and i had a realization that i would not likely make 7 figures doing this kind of work, so now the question is, how can i acquire assets or develop businesses that throw off streams of income, so that 'what i do' and 'how i make money' do not have to be one and the same. how? how? how?
</i>

Actually, I have a suspicion that she actually wrote this email to a peer or friend of hers, which she copied and pasted to me, for my benefit.  Regardless, I'm glad she's trying to use her time away to do some productive thinking, instead of frittering it away shopping or barhopping.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A different kind of puppy</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 19:20:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you ever wonder what your mom does when she leaves you for 11 days to go on a &quot;trip back east&quot;?
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you ever wonder what your mom does when she leaves you for 11 days to go on a "trip back east"?

Yes, I was quite concerned too, which is why I secretly installed an app on her iPhone that monitors her text messages, her Google Maps "current location" at all times, the words that she is searching for on google, and also all her ingoing and outgoing email activity. In other words, I'm spying on her the way Google already does. Okay, jussssst kidding. I don't know what Google does with everyone's information.  But anyway, all that info gets ported to my iPaw which I check when D is away at work during the day.

Anyway, I discovered that when my mom is back in New York City -- and not being a mom and taking care of me and my little brother the mini dachshund at home -- she is doing very un-mom like things like texting her friends "Check out my outfit" with pictures of herself wearing a medium-striped sweater over a thin-striped shirt accompanied by a wide-striped scarf.  (The friend responded, "very frenchy stripes, yvonne"). I mean, who cares? Is that what moms do when they have no dogs to take care of, engage in meaningless dialogues like young dumb singletons over subjects like fashion?  I bet she's also wearing makeup too. I bet she is also leaving the apt without keeping a mental timer of how many hours before she has to be back to walk me.

My mom also got to see her oldest son, who I am a bit scared of, to be honest.  He is 1200 lbs and has giant feet and he makes weird snorting noises when he sees dogs.  He's not like me and my little brother -- the biggest difference is that he doesn't eat meat.  Apparently he is well-loved by everyone at the barn and one of the girls said that he is a total sweetheart, he's like a big puppy.  She said, he's like a big lab puppy.

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		<title>Paying tomorrow for today's fun</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Feb 2011 04:04:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>No, I'm not talking about America's consumer debt problem.

I'm talking about, I think whoever wal ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No, I'm not talking about America's consumer debt problem.

I'm talking about, I think whoever walks me tomorrow morning is not going to be pleased.  Between all the salt water I drank at the beach today and the big pig's ear that a I gobbled down (offered as an olive branch after today's unwelcome visit to the doggie self-wash), I think there might be some diarrhea.  They say that salt water is the culprit but I pay them no mind because I like to take bites out of the ocean.  The simple solution is to take me to oceans made with fresh water.  So far, that has not happened yet.  There were a lot of girl huskies out and about at the beach today, just random coincidence, I guess.  My mom was quite self-congratulatory about the fact that all of us got along so peacefully with one another because when a bunch of bossy adolescent and young adult female huskies get together, you never know what kind of interesting drama might ensue.  Well, you might be able to guess the nature of the drama, which is why you usually try to avoid it.

Anyway, I was a good girl, I listed to Mom even though I got a litttttle too close to a golden retriever's stick.  I was nice and tired after my day, I curled up in Husky Donut and slept soundly on the car ride back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ice Cream</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Jan 2011 04:29:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One of the things I like most about my mom is that she shares her food.  Somewhere along the line, s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One of the things I like most about my mom is that she shares her food.  Somewhere along the line, she learned that it was okay to give her dog "table scraps", and she has been doing it ever since.  I must say myself that it's worked out wonderfully. Now, this wouldn't work out wonderfully for all dogs and all people, in all situations, but luckily for me, there are zero to few small toddlers in my life, so it's no trouble for me to have people food from the table. There is a small 13-lb miniature dachshund in my life, but my mom has a strict policy of always feeding me first, and him second, so there is never any confusion about which dog gets what, and we all wait patiently.

My favorite food? Boy, tough question... I like so many things. Well, today we went for a walk downtown and got gelato from the local gelato store. For those of you who don't know what gelato is, it's a richer and denser form of ice cream.  I didn't get to lick the cup due to math reasons (2 dogs and only 1 ice cream bowl, means no dog gets an ice cream bowl).   It is delicious and satisfying. Or, according to my mom anyway, because I personally never get enough ice cream to be satisfied.  My mom likes gelato more than ice cream because she says the flavor is more concentrated, so she can eat less but still feel more satisfied. Her logic did not make any sense to me. How can you eating less ice cream be more satisfying than eating more ice cream?  Strange woman, she.  The flavors? Chocolate (which I didn't get), mascarpone cheese and lavendar. (...this is Los Angeles, weird flavors is what they do.) I got to lick some off the back of the little plastic spoon. Yummy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Christmas day and I got a wrapped gift</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Dec 2010 21:22:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi everyone,

I hope everyone is having a nice holiday.  I got a wrapped gift for Christmas, take  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi everyone,

I hope everyone is having a nice holiday.  I got a wrapped gift for Christmas, take a look at the video of me unwrapping it.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.huskydigs.com/1658/christmas-day-and-a-standing-rib-roast/">www.huskydigs.com/1658/christmas-day-and-a-standing-rib-roast/</a>

I haven't had a chance to write in my Dogster diary in months because I started a husky blog and then didn't have time to write in that one either. I hope next year to stay in better touch with my Dogster friends to share more stories and pics.

love,
Cairo]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ta da! a fun website created by huskies for all dogs</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 01:30:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>whew! well, everyone has been asking me why i am not getting up until 10:30 or 11:30am these days. i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ whew! well, everyone has been asking me why i am not getting up until 10:30 or 11:30am these days. i explain it's because i get to bed around 3am. why? well, finally, after burning all that midnight oil, here it is ... i've been working on a husky-fun website and it's finally up! i officially launched it today, with the help of my good husky pals Demon Flash Bandit and Angel Zoom Smokey, who have put up with my late-night rambling and indecisiveness. most people would have found it maddening but Demon Flash Bandit and Angel Zoom Smokey have put up with my zany antics, dog bless their hearts.

anyway, to see more of my zany antics (so far i am the main star in all the photos), go to

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.huskydigs.com/wp1/">www.huskydigs.com</a>

The site was created by siberian huskies and is meant for dogs who like blogs and husky stories and pics and opinions. It is a fun site meant for all dogs, not just huskies.  There's also a section on huskies in need (adoptable adorable rescues).

Ok, that's it for now. now i can finally start going to bed at a reasonable hour and Double D won't grumble at me for tapping away at the keyboard so loudly into the wee hours of the night.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Secrets to Getting Cold Weather and Living There!!</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Jul 2010 01:45:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>hi everyone,

as many of you know, i am actually a resident of new york city, where people and dog ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ hi everyone,

as many of you know, i am actually a resident of new york city, where people and dogs are currently being broiled alive. walking 4 blocks to the subway is "like walking through mashed potatoes", described one person (whose command of english metaphors and similes is ambitious albeit imperfect). in the suburbs, people can barely make it from the store to their car, and even dogs with new swimming pools don't want go outside to swim in them. the mercury is shooting up above 95 degrees and the humidity and heat index is delivering a 1-2-3 punch that is bringing people to their knees. for siberian huskies, this is a real disaster.

why am i not suffering like everybody else? because, despite being a proud new yorker, i am actually currently ... on the beach in los angeles ... where it's been in the low 70's during the day and mid 60's at night!!! yes, that's right, low 70's during the day! tomorrow's forecast calls for 61 low and 67 high!!

in fact, my mom has to wear socks around the house because her feet get cold (though it could just be poor circulation). she was standing at the dog run, pulling her hooded jacket around her, and saying to Double D, "Alright let's get back home, it's getting pretty chilly out here." of course, i wanted to stay at the dog park for another 4 hours so i could enjoy the lovely july weather.

so how, you must be asking yourself, did cairo get soooo lucky as to be living somewhere (for several months, anyway) where it is NOT EVEN 70 degrees during early july?? was it luck? or was it skill? 

well! it was skill! these are the answers that i would like to share with you in my new book, about how to get what you want and actualize your dreams.  see, i was just a normal dog like you, until i discovered these secrets.  these little-known truths helped make my dreams come true, getting out of 95 degree heat and into a 70 degree climate.  i will show you the strategies and tactics i employed, to get to where i am now, so that you too can get out of the heat and into the cold.  i will show you how i used my foresight to get here, and how you can, too.

stay tuned for more details.

p.s. i must admit it was not my original idea to sell this book. i actually got the idea from reading some of my mom's business magazines. they talked about a bunch of portfolio managers whose portfolios made a lot of money ... during the big bull market. then, after the fact, they looked back and attributed their success to their own skill and talent, when in fact, it was a rising tide that lifted all boats ... or, just luck. so, the mutual fund industry started touting and selling these strategies to many everyday people, who were just too happy to buy into the hype of high past performances, and attributing it to the skill of the manager, when it was just one-time luck. then, after many of the "main street"-ers put in their money and pushed up the stock market in the process, then the pro's knew it was time to start selling. but that's a story for another time. and my book is not going to turn out like that, it will have a happy ending for everyone.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>american 4th of july</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Jul 2010 01:39:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Over the July 4th weekend, a lot of visitors and party-goers descended on our little beach city here ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Over the July 4th weekend, a lot of visitors and party-goers descended on our little beach city here in Los Angeles.  There is a lot of drinking, and when the crowd is young, a lot of young drunken activity.  Bear in mind that my mom is asian.

So, my mom was taking me and my mini dachshund little brother down the street on our regular evening walk.  As we walked, a shiny grey pickup truck containing a number of teenagers passed us, slowly.  The guy in the passenger seat shouted at us, "Wow that's a cool-looking dog!", referring, obviously, to me. He was practically slurring his words, but my mom nodded in acknowledgement nevertheless.  By now, I'm used to this kind of comment, but usually from pedestrians moreso than from motorists.  As they continued driving past, a girl stuck her head out of the back window.  Looking at my mom, she shouted, "Now you won't have to eat him!", she too slurring her words.  They laughed and the truck sped off.

This was really, really annoying to my mom.  Not because she's too slow to bite back, but because, in this case, she was really too ambivalent to say anything defensive much less offensive.

Why? Because during the 2008 Beijing Olympics, my mom had been very vocal about how despicable the Chinese were, specifically in terms of how they were rounding up dogs and cats (not just strays but housepets as well), and what they were doing to these dogs and cats once they were rounded up. Not to mention how the Chinese treat dogs and cats before eating them or how they obtain "fake fur" from real, live dogs. The Koreans, too. My mom saw some pictures in the news that she wishes she had not seen because they were so disturbing.  I will not get into the specifics here because the facts are gruesome, disgusting, despicable and certainly have no place in developed countries.  I will say that according to many mainstream media sources, the Chinese government was paying people to kill their own housepets so that it (the government) didn't have to do the extermination itself -- and that was just the "publicized policy" so you can only imagine what the unpublicized policy was.  (The rationale was to "clean up" the city before the Olympics started, so that Beijing could put forth a nice, clean, modern, progressive-looking city, free of wretched-looking pets. <i>See how great a city we look like?</i>) Anyway, without getting into why China is a two-faced hypocritical country whose smiling face is only skin-deep, the point is, my mom condemns the Chinese who commit these offensively barbaric acts, and if she identified an offender on the street, she too would (at least) shout at him from her car if she were driving by. (Assuming, of course, that the identification was correct.)

And herein lies the conundrum.  Of course the foul teenagers were being stupid in their drunken shouting, and my mom should have been mad at them for shouting racial epithets ... or should she?  Every theory tells us that it's wrong to harbor racist feelings towards a person solely because that person is a member of a race known to commit certain atrocities.  But is my mom glad that there are people who are outspoken against those who torture dogs only to eat them? Yes. Are "those people" indisputably predominantly asian? Yes. Could it be the young punks were somehow operating on a higher principle but just terribly misguided in their implementation? Perhaps. So can she really be mad at these young punks? Well, ... not really. In fact, she wishes more people were outspoken about these things. Although, not exactly in this way.

And let me point out again that this occurred in a nice neighborhood in Los Angeles, a very blue spot on the map.  This wasn't some small town in Alabama (or even perhaps parts of Pennsylvania ...) where she needs to be worried about being singled out and her physical safety.

Without knowing what the kids' real motivation was (who knows, maybe the girl's father lost his job when it got outsourced to 2 Chinese people), I guess the only thing my mom can be mad at is the fact that these kids were wrong in their racial profiling of her. Racial profiling is probably better if done by trained and educated professionals.  Not so much by young drunk teenagers (or overly zealous young macho cops, for that matter.).  Arizona, are you listening?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Proud to be Diary Pick on the 4th of July</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Jul 2010 14:34:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy 4th everyone! Thanks for reading my diary and send me a Pup Pal request if you'd like!

Cair ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy 4th everyone! Thanks for reading my diary and send me a Pup Pal request if you'd like!

Cairo, freedom-loving siberian husky]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>White Blood, the husky in the beginning</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/679874</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Jul 2010 22:55:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Maybe it was there all along, all this time but was lying dormant.  Finally, after watching the 2nd  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Maybe it was there all along, all this time but was lying dormant.  Finally, after watching the 2nd Twilight movie, it started to wake up.  I didn't recognize the connection at first, but I think seeing that movie is what triggered it. I guess, on some level, I always knew I was suppressing <i>something</i> but I just figured that, like all siberian huskies, it was just my "wild" side, the duality of being the cutest and most charming housepet in the world, and also the most primal ... in the sense that I resemble a wolf, anyway.

But tonight, it began. At first, it was just a whiff in the air, which lifted my nose up towards the mountains. I closed my eyes, slightly, to focus on the scent.  Something -- I don't know what -- started to rub me the wrong way.  Then I detected the sound of the woman's shrill voice, an obnoxious cacophony of laughter, hooting and exclamations, getting louder and louder as she approached.  My annoyance quickly gave way to irritation.

I felt the skin tightening on my forehead, stretching back along my temples.  Then began an aching in my skull, where my protruding orbital bones were beginning to recede. <i>What</i>, I screamed silently, <i>was happening to me?</i>. Suddenly a complex computer science algorithm flashed before my eyes, then it was gone, before being replaced by an image of a man-bot (half man, half robot) making the sounds <i> meep meep!</i>. Then instantly, gone.  I looked down at my paws to make sure they were still gleaming white.  Everything in front of me started to get blurry, and I didn't have to look to know that my eyes were turning dark brown. 

Her voice continued to get louder as she carelessly polluted the air with her verbal garbage, like toxic fumes from a malfunctioning energy plant.  By now, my irritation evaporated and anger took its place.

My headache intensified.  Suddenly I could clearly see my husky cleverness and wit sitting in the reptilian part of my brain, and it started to move to a different cortex.  As I howled to ease the pressure in my mind, and as she approached our front door, I don't know what surprised me more: the anger and contempt overtaking me, or the sound of my howls turning into fast English. 

She was now at our doorway. "KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!" she exclaimed in an exaggerated sing-songy yell.

My mind flashed the image of Jacob morphing into a werewolf. Suddenly I realized my tongue was sharper than my teeth, and that's exactly when it finally hit me -- the computer stuff, the bad vision -- I was no longer a siberian husky -- in a fit of rage, I had turned into an AAG ... an Angry Asian Girl, one who wanted to rip apart her nosy insulting neighbor.

"Look, I don't know what you want or what you're going to say, but I can already tell you that I really don't care. Just because I'm home during most of the day, and just because I leave the door open to air out the apartment, does not mean that I'm an idle housewife sitting at home all day, like yourself, who has neither the motivation nor skills to do anything more than wash the car. No I have not talked to Guy. No I do not know why our upstairs neighbor got arrested. No I do not know who he's called, and even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you, and no I do not care whether he's called you, or what your husband said to him. I don't care to gossip about what you saw with who you saw and when. I don't care what you overheard and I don't care what kind of hypothesis your feeble mind has scrapped together. I do not want your advice, I don't want to be like you. Keep your advice to yourself, your questions to yourself, and stay out of my business.  Keep your distance from my face.  Frankly, I'm half your age but I've seen greater successes than you'll <i>ever</i> see, so stop wasting my time with your trite neighborhood politics bullshit, your stupid interruptions, your vacuous chitchat and gossip and rumor-mongering, because that's all your mental faculties allow.   The only reason you even own a home in this neighborhood is because you got lucky so many decades ago -- you could never buy your way back in now. It was luck, sweetheart, not skill. Understand the difference? Didn't think you could. These new people in the neighborhood, the ones who are a little too promising and successful for you, the ones who don't care for you, you think that your campaign of gossiping is gonna bring them down? Your tactics are so junior-high, and your loudness and yelling, so offensive.  You may fool your other little friends, but not me -- I'm a lot smarter than you, actually. So please, be gone, and stay gone. I may be new here, but you're the one not good enough to be here."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>slightly disagreeable but greatly delicious</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/679528</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:01:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&quot;I don't know ... it must have been either the curry or the cheesecake.&quot;

I overheard my mom speak ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ "I don't know ... it must have been either the curry or the cheesecake."

I overheard my mom speaking to Double D on the phone. She continued talking.

"Well I woke up to the sound of Derek making kvetching noises under the bed, then i heard him throw up. I didn't see anything later, so he must have eaten it back up."

Heh heh, I taught him that trick. Eating back up his own vomit. He must have seen me do it once. But I don't do that anymore. 

"And then on our walk, Cairo kept stopping like she had to poop, then changing her mind, then stopping again like she's about to poop, then changing her mind ... finally she had this runny yucky diarrhea."

Pause.

"I don't know. It was only a tiny little bit of curry chicken. Maybe their tummies just aren't used to cheesecake."

That blueberry-white-chocolate cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory sure was tasty though.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A handy trick and a story with a moral</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 22:14:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I just wanted to share a household trick that can make your parents happy. A while ago, when my flea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just wanted to share a household trick that can make your parents happy. A while ago, when my flea allergies got out of control and I had itchmania, the vet gave me some meds that made me pee all the time.  My mom didn't realize that meant 10+ times a day and needless to say, she didn't take me out enough, since I'm not really a "May I?" kind of dog. (The New York City School for the Advancement of Huskies teaches you that you don't get what you ask for, you get what you take.) Anyway, so I didn't ask, and she didn't realize, and one morning I just peed on the carpet by the bathroom.  Soon thereafter, I peed again on the same spot in the carpet.  This made my mom and Double D very displeased, but they knew it wasn't my fault, it was the drugs. (Not an excuse my mom normally accepts.)

So the actual trick is to dump a heap of regular old baking soda on the carpet, even days after the peeing act was committed.  Then the trick is to brush it into the carpet with a big stiff brush.  Then you let it sit for a few days (you can cover it with a blanket that you can walk on, to push it into the carpet), and then vaccuum it up.  This will knock out the smell! I am surprised no one has thought of it before.

In unrelated news, I am publishing a new book of original stories.  The first story is entitled, Trying to be All Things to All People, It Doesn't Work. (The grammatical slight of the title is intentional.) It's the story of an ice cream store that made a good ice cream which it sold to people, and over time, the customers helped the store owners develop the good ice cream into a great ice cream. The customers were very happy.  A jealous nearby store observed this and gave the ice cream store owners a giant apple-flavored ice cream, which the the ice cream store owners happily ate.  Then the store owners suddenly noticed a lot of people dressed in LA Lakers jerseys walking by their store and not stopping inside to buy the ice cream.  (This was during playoff season.)  Deciding that they should make customers out of the many people sporting the LA Lakers jerseys, the ice cream store owners decided to also start selling basketball shoes, as well as windchimes, knick-knacks, and cd's.  The ice cream store owner's son suggested selling side-impact steel beams for cars (as he was very into cars).  By this time, the ice cream became bad.  Finally, when the ice cream store started to sell kitchen sinks, the ice cream customers went away for good.

The moral of the story is that a business shouldn't alienate its loyal community of users in order to chase after, say, casual internet surfers looking for, say again, "expert info".]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Memorial Day! Don't Alienate Your Base!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/674780</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 May 2010 18:58:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I went to the lovely dog beach by Trump Golf Course in Palos Verdes. It was a really lovely da ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I went to the lovely dog beach by Trump Golf Course in Palos Verdes. It was a really lovely day, sunny, warm, no high-winds ripping in off the ocean ... it reminded me of summer in southern California. My little brother Derek blogged about it already so I won't go into too much detail here.

But, today was the first day that I have been off-leash, in the nearly 3 weeks since my Big Fix Surgery. I am almost 100% now, I think. I was running around the beach, doing my husky "freedom lap", saying hi to dogs, flying past my admirers, scaring little children (hehehe, ok, fine, joking!!) with my big run and wild look, and swimming in the water. one time a big wave smashed into me sideways when i was swimming after a big black lab (those dogs have battering rams for chests), and i was a little shocked initially by all the water in my ears and in my nose, but i recovered immediately, got back on terra sand firma and kept running. 

I stole someone's squeaky toy (shaped like a football! bright orange and yellow with a variation of textures and a BIG squeak!) right off their beach towel when they weren't watching, but my mom made me give it back.

Ok, back to work, I am writing my new book, called "Don't Alienate Your Base", and it's dedicated to the new Dogster. Hopefully they read it because otherwise there may not be readers on Dogsters for much longer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>try again another day</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 24 May 2010 16:51:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>well, i asked my mom for my own facebook page, and she said No.

apparently she's not convinced th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ well, i asked my mom for my own facebook page, and she said No.

apparently she's not convinced that i'm ready for the responsibility of having my own facebook page, such as having to update it every day.  she also says that i don't understand the risks involved, like having my personal and private information spilled all over the internet to anyone who knows how to type "g-o-o-g-l-e". she says she doesn't want me being denied a job opportunity just because the HR department of a potential employer found out about the time that I was running around OFF LEASH at an on-leash-only dog park, or the time that i was doing whiskey shots when i was still a 7-month old puppy, or the picture of me embezzling money from accounts receivable of a major corporation into my personal trading account so i could buy and sell dog kibble futures. i told her that i could easily change the "Privacy" settings, but she said that my belief in such a statement is clear evidence of my lack of understanding of how business works on the internet and how facebook keeps (quietly) changing its rules on privacy.
huh?
whatever.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>confused about dogs on Facebook</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/672830</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 May 2010 20:20:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I have a question. I'm confused. I see on Facebook that there are dogs, as in, pictures of dog ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I have a question. I'm confused. I see on Facebook that there are dogs, as in, pictures of dogs where there are normally pictures of people.  But the "pictured dogs" have legitimate-sounding first names and last names, which most dogs don't have.  I would guess that a dog's last name is implicitly the last name of his or her owner, but it's just not standard operating procedure.  I mean, even at vets offices, they don't refer to their patients as "Cairo Lastname".   So, my question is, are these "pictured dogs" actually real dogs, or the dogs' human parents?  If it's actually a person, why doesn't the person put up a picture of him or herself, instead of their dog's picture? It is very confusing, because I don't know if I have been friended by a dog or by a person.  And everyone knows the danger when you think you are blogging to a dog when in actuality, your blog audience is a human.

I think I am going to ask my mom for my own facebook page.  My mom complains about facebook but she continues to use it, so I guess that means it must be good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>in the house</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/672532</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 May 2010 21:02:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>hi everyone,

just a quick note to say i am recovering much better from my Big Fix surgery.  the i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ hi everyone,

just a quick note to say i am recovering much better from my Big Fix surgery.  the incision isn't as red anymore and i've cut down on the licking, so my mom agreed to take off the Cone. i really despise the cone.  she also made me wear it in the car the other day when she and Double D went to a seminar on buying foreclosures and short sales.  apparently the guy giving the seminar thinks that the Los Angeles housing market is not making a bottom right now, and that things are going to get worse.   there have been a lot of houses that have been priced lower and lower. but strangely, when i was at Petsmart the other day, the doghouses were all priced about the same as last year. so, i think that if you want to buy a house that holds its value well, you should invest in doghouses, which are priced sensibly and immune to the whims of a moody market.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You can't judge a --</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/671648</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 May 2010 00:25:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So as I mentioned, I'm staying in Los Angeles on a &quot;creative break&quot; (therapist's words), and one of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So as I mentioned, I'm staying in Los Angeles on a "creative break" (therapist's words), and one of the big differences is that this residence has a tv.  My mom had warned me that people with tv's tend to watch them alot, and I would say hers is a true assessment.  

So, in a weird post-Mother's Day twist, I finally got my Big Fix Surgery yesterday.  I actually was not doing very well after I got home -- still nauseous, pain and discomfort, did not want to eat or drink anything, threw up the pain killers.  (Today I'm actually doing much better, thanks, after another visit to the vet for another injection and more painkillers.  And the vet gave me yummy canned food that I started to eat.)  Anyway, back to the tv.

So I was already unhappy and uncomfortable following my ovariohysterectomy.  I was supposed to be resting in a quiet area during my recovery, but my unhappiness and discomfort were greatly aggravated by the fact that Double D decided he needed to watch another modern armageddon-apocalypse-humanity's-last-stand action movie that night.  This movie in particular was called "Legion".  This is perhaps the worst movie my mom has ever seen -- and since staying at this house, she has been seeing a _lot_ of really bad armageddon-apocalypse movies, and I think she is still mad that she will never get those 32 minutes back (she didn't watch the entire thing).  In a genre of worst movies, this is definitely one of the worstest.  Characters that no one cares about, endless attempts at manufacturing suspense in order to stretch out a  5-minute idea into a 100-minute movie,  tiresome predictable terror, predictable family dysfunction, gratuitous overacting to remind viewers of the complex relationship between Crisis and Bringing Out the Worst in People.  I actually saw more of the movie than my mom did, because she couldn't stop rolling her eyes.   

Anyway, I'm doing much better now, but I just want to leave you with my lesson.  If  you're at Blockbuster, looking to rent a movie that you can enjoy, and you see a movie whose highest praise is "Lots of Blazing Gun Action, and Demon-Blasting Satisfaction", then you should probably put it back on the shelf and find something better.  

Because sometimes, you really CAN judge a movie by its DVD cover.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A pretty hike in the hills</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/669887</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 May 2010 21:31:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This weekend I went on a hike in the Malibu hills with my mom, the sock puppet and his dad, DD the h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This weekend I went on a hike in the Malibu hills with my mom, the sock puppet and his dad, DD the hiker enthusiast.  It was at a wilderness area, we got there around 10am, and parking cost $4.  Finally the week's overcast gave way to a nice clear blue sky, with the temperature hanging gently in the 60s that day.  I was really excited about the hike, even though I had to stay on leash.  The land had that distinct southern california dry smell, a mix of  arid, dirt and lavendar.  My little brother, bred to go to ground, was hypnotized by the soft smell of rabbit droppings in all directions and pulled on his leash like a creature out of Avatar with all 13.5 lbs of his body weight.  Little scaly lizards, which I'd never encountered in the NY NJ tristate area (unless you count that sleazy NYC realtor who liked to condescend to potential clients to create awe  ["You may think $1650 is a lot of money, but it's not a lot of money for us! HAHAHA"]) , waited on the trail until we were 2 steps away and then zipped off in fits and starts.  

I liked the hike, and I would have been happy to go on further except my mom pointed out that there was no shade or overhead coverage for about 95% of the trail, that everything looked the same after the first 15 minutes, that she didn't want to go up or down anything really steep or narrow, and that the beautiful view of  Zuma Beach was compromised by the headache she acquired from being out in the sun all day, not to mention, don't you care that your dog with his long black hair keeps trying to stop for shade, so isn't an hour of hiking pretty much enough?.  I mean, it's not even like there's a waterfall at the end of this hike, like there was at the end of the other hike we went on last week, she pointed out.  I think DD was dismayed at her lack of outdoorsiness, but I suspect he was also secretly relieved that his ego didn't have to do battle with his cardiovascular system in front of all of us that day.

Yea, I liked the hike. I like hikes through all types of terrain.  Although I think I like the ocean more, though.  But not as much as I like the snow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Phoenix Secty of Dog Affairs: New Law to impound all Un-Papered Brown-Colored Non-Sporting Breed Dogs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/668987</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 12:06:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi everyone, this is an article that just came up on my Google Reader feed.

&quot;
In an effort to co ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi everyone, this is an article that just came up on my Google Reader feed.

"
In an effort to combat the pet overpopulation problem, lawmakers in Phoenix have recently signed into law a bill that requires state officials to capture and send to the local animal shelter all dogs in the Non-Sporting Breed family which are brown in color and which do not possess Pedigree Papers.

In order to accomplish this, state officials (which can be identified by the state-mandated Confederate Flag decal on the lower right hand corner of their rear windows) will begin a process of detaining and questioning all pedestrians found walking brown dogs. Proof of pedigree, in the form of AKC-affiliated paperwork indicating the litter number of the dog as well as its birthdate and birth location, will be required. Failure to furnish such proof will result in immediate confiscation and impoundment of the dog at the nearest municipal dog shelter.

Supporters of animal rights fear that the already-overcrowded shelters will mean sure death for all incoming dogs, as the state of Arizona has what many consider a "backwards" policy towards pet overpopulation, and is still trying to outfit its public facilities with modern advances, such as indoor plumbing.

Critic of the new law also fear that many dogs will wrongfully be taken into custody, as state officials are not properly trained to visually distinguish between "Sporting Breeds" and "Non-Sporting Breeds". Larry Metto, a spokesperson for the Secretary of Dog Affairs, says that all state officials will receive training in the form of internet access to wikipedia and YouTube videos that clearly list the physical features of Sporting Breeds as well as displays a Pantone Color Chart of the different shades in the brown spectrum. However, critics of the new law are concerned that dogs whose seemingly "brown" coats actually have a red base, might also be wrongfully taken into custody by officials not versed in the nuances of color theory.

Several animal rights groups plan to challenge this law, although it is not clear how effective this will be, as the state of Arizona is one of the few in the country that does not allow women the right to vote.

Says Metto, "In addition to the website and YouTube video training materials, state officials will have the employ of a wide array of tools to correctly and properly ascertain the situation before making any decisions."
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		<title>Waves</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 22:43:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I really love beach life.   

The water is about 60-something degrees and the surfers are still in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I really love beach life.   

The water is about 60-something degrees and the surfers are still in wetsuits, so the water temperature hasn't warmed up too much yet.  Springtime in the Pacific Ocean is not that bad.

This surprises even me, because I had thought that the only thing worse than Los Angeles's 9.75% sales tax would be its hot beaches, as far as a siberian husky is concerned.  But, vast stretches of sand to run across, wide open space, plenty of turquoise shallow water to swim in ... I can see why Los Angeles has legs to compete with New York City, as far as real cities go.  Because LA is smart enough to know that it can't compete with NYC by using the same categories, LA makes up its own categories -- that NYC physically can't offer -- and excels in them.  This is in contrast to the great pretenders, such as San Francisco, whose residents have the habit of commenting with remarkable frequency that San Franciso is like "a mini NYC", a comment I find offensive and insulting.  Just because you imitate doesn't mean you can compete.  I mean, even people in Chicago (when I lived there for 3 months the other summer) don't make the claim that Chicago is a smaller version of NYC.  I don't have a problem with small towns -- in fact I loved living on a small farm in a rural area not so long ago (more about that later) -- but that's because the small town doesn't pretend to be more than it is.  It is what it is, and it knows its limitations.

Ok done with that! Sorry, just can't keep barking up that tree, ha!  But, on a related note, just because I'm a siberian husky doesn't mean I can't enjoy diving into the Pacific Ocean to chase after yellow labs diving into the waves after tennis balls.  True, I'm a snow dog ... I am what I am, and I'm capable of more ... but I don't pretend to be a true water dog like those crazy yellow labs.

My sock puppet of a little brother just posted a blog, in it suggesting that I sleep a lot.  But my mind is not idle, even if I do sleep a lot. I am contemplating the duality of the universe, right down to the micro level.  My mini dachshund little brother, however, has a hard enough time just controlling his urges ... and he doesn't get _enough_ sleep, if you ask me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Day at the Park</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Oct 2009 12:22:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&quot;Watch out! Is that a WOLF?&quot;, the girl interrupted her conversation to exclaim to her friend as she  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ "Watch out! Is that a WOLF?", the girl interrupted her conversation to exclaim to her friend as she suddenly spotted us.

"Ohh look at its eyes! Yea that's a wolf", her friend confirmed for her.  The two Puerto Rican teenagers continued walking past us and resumed talking loudly on their original topic of conversation, the larger girl's hips swinging underneath tight jeans. 

My mom was sitting on a park bench and I was tucked neatly underneath it, with only my head and two gleaming white front paws showing as I watched people stroll past us from our quiet spot in Central Park.  Fall had just begun a tentative entry into the city and with it came the beginning phases of Big Shedding.

It was a normal weekday evening, typical in every sense except that my mom had actually gotten home early enough before dusk so that we could sit at the park and relax after a long walk before going home.  

I like to sit outside, on the sidewalk, at the park, anyplace where there is a slow but steady stream of quiet foot traffic and paw traffic, so I can observe the world go by.  Sometimes it's only people who pass us. Other times, there are dogs.  The only memorable passerby was gorgeous young black german shepherd male who was cavorting in all directions at the end of his leash, jumping on the leaves, as his owner walked him.  The owner, a young man that was either Puerto Rican or Dominican, stopped to show off his puppy that he and (thank god) his parents were raising.  The exuberant puppy tried to jump all over me but I quickly snapped him into place with some stern scary noises.  A very bright young fellow, he quickly settled down and assumed a sitting position, right beside me.  The young man gushed happily about all the training measures they were taking. My mom and I were relieved to hear this, but my mom could not resist warning him about the degenerate path of untrained german shepherds growing up to become dangerously unmanageable when owned by people who don't know what they are doing.  Especially when you live in Spanish Harlem.

Oh crap, out of time! More next time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't you hate it when you buy your girlfriend a husky for Valentine's Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/561110</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 16:37:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi everyone,

Sorry for my absence recently.  I have been paw-deep in helping my mom with her care ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi everyone,

Sorry for my absence recently.  I have been paw-deep in helping my mom with her career/domestic affairs.  More on that later.

<i>Don't you hate it when you buy your girlfriend a husky puppy for Valentine's Day ... only to discover that her apartment doesn't allow dogs??<b>D'OHH!!</b> Well, no problem, champ! Just sell the dog on Craigslist the next day, and you can still get some of your money back! </i>

So I finally got my paws on the keyboard, and I go on the internet.  And what do I find.  But, every week it seems that there is someone giving away "Dog, Siberian Husky Free to Good Home" on New York City Craigslist, or selling a husky puppy.  Every week I type in the term "siberian husky" in the Search box of the Pets section,  just to see what people are up to, and stay abreast of my kind's affairs, and every week lo and behold someone is trying to give away their husky.  Now, it could be a legitimately good person trying to do a good thing.  In the case of the Feb 11 post (link is good for 1 week) :
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href=" http://newyork.craigslist.org/stn/pet/1030874177.html">
New York City Craigslist ad for "Dog, Siberian Husky Free to Good Home"  </a>

The dog's owner passed away, which is very sad. And the relatives are nice enough to be finding the dog a home, but I'm afraid they might be too soft in their criteria of what maketh a good home, so my mom sent them an email with the contact info of the local Sibe rescue.  Now the next ad (which actually must have just gotten deleted) was a person trying to sell a Siberian Husky puppy for $100 because he had gotten the puppy as a gift for his girlfriend for Valentine's Day, only to discover that her apartment doesn't allow dogs!  OOOPS!  And he is only asking $100, which is a discount to the $500 he paid for the puppy (which he points out).  Higher consciousness (conscientiousness?, I get confused) calls for one to refrain from judging others, but I must say that there is something very sadly misguided about treating the purchase of an animal so casually.

Now I understand that people may be trying their best to rehome these huskies, but my understanding is that Craigslist (www.craigslist.org) is a forum used for buying iPod accessories,  finding part-time work at local restaurants and random people to hook up with -- probably not the most discriminating place to find potential adopters of dogs for life-long homes. Well, I'm sure good owners read Craigslist too, it serves a wide swath of humanity, but I just worry that people will give away the husky to any random weirdo.  Because let me tell you that during the course of my walks in the city, there are plenty of random weirdos who stop my mom to tell me that they "love" Siberian huskies and "want to get one" but it's clear that the only thing they're in love with is the idea that huskies look like wolves and it looks good in the snow.  Too many people get huskies for too wrong of reasons and most people have no idea what kind of  activity and exercise and commitment is involved.  Ok, done with that lecture.  Except for one more thing. Can I just add that giving a dog away "free to a good home" is horrific.  This is a bad idea on so many levels.  I agree that if it's the right fit, maybe the seller will not have to accept any money in exchange for dog, but for dog's sake, plese <i>don't advertise</i> that you are willing to give it away for free!  That attracts entirely the wrong type of person. Ok, now I'm really done lecturing.

So ... in other news ... dum de da... what other news is there. Hmm. Oh.  I think my mom really is getting old.  Without giving away her age,  (it rhymes with "schmirty"), I have noticed some shifts in her behavior, in the past year and a half that I've been alive (and in her care).  First, she's stopped purchasing fashion magazines  by the handful and has instead begun reading O Magazine, the Oprah magazine.  That is the most telling sign.  The second sign of paradigm shift is that instead of spending as much time contrasting whether a matte finish or a dewy finish of foundation best complements Penelope Cruz's skin, she is instead reading essays written by 40-year-old women on the subject of failed relationships.   Why this would interest anyone is completely beyond me.  I worry that with the advent of her old age, my mom is becoming less ambitious and less driven;  I found her reading an article  -- with a level of interest that disturbed me, slightly -- on how to make egg omelettes.  I worry that my mom does not sense the urgency of the struggle, the need to survive the financial meltdown and the shakeout in NYC -- and that somehow her motivation has vanished, the fight has been eroded away and she has become soft and, worst of all, complacent. 

So, I wrote her a letter.

----
Hi Mom,
This is Cairo,,,  I was wondering ,,, Have you become soft and fat? ,,, I noticed you are not driven and ambitious anymore?,,, I thought we were going to do big things in the city and make lots of money and do the Models and Bottles thing ,,, Well, ok, think about it.  Maybe you should start working out again and lifting weights??,,, And P.S. I bought you a bumper sticker which I taped to the refridgerator,,, it says "Failure is  STILL Not an Option", if that helps.,,, Also, I changed your screen saver to say "Fight Mediocrity!"  Hope that is ok w you! 
Love, Cairo
----

I'm aware that you can't manufacture ambition and drive -- work ethic, on the other hand, can be learned, and I am a champion of working breeds -- but maybe the physical structure of one's brain starts to change when one turns schmirty.  For instance, my mom used to be able to do lots of things simultaneously ("the Director") but now, she needs all her focus to concentrate on just one thing.  What a poor utilization of mental CPU cycles!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>my new buddy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/540404</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 19:47:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So ... I recently met a boy dog about my age.  He's not really my type at all, at first blush, but a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So ... I recently met a boy dog about my age.  He's not really my type at all, at first blush, but after I got to sniff him for a few good minutes the day that I first met him at the dog run, I discovered that he and I had a few things in common.  

I'm thinking of dating him.  

The problem is that unlike me (I have blue eyes, and my fur is white and red), this dog is black.  He's a black labrador retriever, of the English variety (which is stockier and heavier-boned than its American counterpart).  This presents something of a dilemma to me because I know I have said some stuff in the past about labs, and while some media sources allege that I used the term "dumb happy neanderthals", among others, the point is not one of stirring up controversy.  

Though this labrador retriever dog has a broad, coarse head, with mental faculties that recall those of Homer Simpson's, and his facial expressions are only capable of registering (1) simple happiness, (2) simple confusion, or (3) simple excitement, I find something rather appealing in his simplicity and what-you-see-is-what-you-get-ness.  I realize that not everyone can be a pleasing blend of subtle complexity and nuanced sophistication, and this dog is proof of that fact.   I worry about our differences, but I don't know if that's just my habit of trying to guess someone else's shortcomings.  In the evenings, I like to gaze out the window, especially if it's Christmas time, at the snow and colored Christmas lights, and it inspires me to think about justice, truth and beauty and why New York City is the best place in the world.  He dreams in the language of bowls of meat-flavored gravy.  I'm feisty, opinionated, temperamental, bossy, and have a very well-defined sense of self.  He's a meat-flavored tail-thumping knucklehead who will love any warm-blooded organism and never takes anything personally.

Anyway, like I said, he's not really my type, and his head appears a little large for his body ... but he has a really glossy black coat and he lets me bite him (hard!) and pull on his tail and yank on his ears and grab his legs and growl all sorts of insults and jokes at him, and he loves it! He is game for anything!  He also lets me hump him, but my mom doesn't.   

Well, I don't know if I want to date him.  We're too different.  Actually, I don't think I want to date anyone.   I'm young and living in New York City -- why would I want to get tied down.  But we can play. I think we play well together.  See you at the dog run!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>First snow this year</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 18:30:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday we got our first real snow in the city (New York City, of course).   Friday afternoon my m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday we got our first real snow in the city (New York City, of course).   Friday afternoon my mom watched snow flurries swarm around outside the window of her office highrise and descend on the crowds of Christmas shoppers trying to navigate slushy and flooded pedestrian crossings and one another.  I didn't get to experience the snow, as it came down, which was unfortunate (I heart snow!), but that was because I was at doggie day care all day, which in itself, was a good event.  I actually have not been to doggie day care in a great many weeks because day care costs more than a walker (or so the story goes) but that day was different because it was not just a triple witching market day -- meaning that more interesting stuff was potentially going to happen during trading hours -- but it was also the last triple witching of the year, and the final friday before Christmas, and in anticipation of the busy day, my mom wanted to wash her hands of me for the evening so she could go do whiskey shots at happy hour after work. (Instead of having to come home right after work and walk/entertain me, which is the standard operating procedure around my house.) Anyway, the point is, it snowed, but I was at daycare, which was fun, so it was all good.

Actually, during the afternoon, the snow came down in fast-swirling heaps all over, rendering a gloomy gray fog over midtown's brick buildings, just as the creators of Gotham imagined.  (Gotham, by the way, is inspired by New York City, even though it's the rare Chicagoan who can resist the need to emphasize to any out-0f-towner who will listen that the last Batman movie was filmed in Chicago.)  But by evening, the snow clouds turned to rain clouds and we were left with a "wintry mix" of icy rain and wet snow, very disappointing and quite unpleasant.  By morning the snow turned into pockets of black and dark brown slush at the intersections and transferred its blackness all over my white legs and white undercarriage during our walk.  My mom groaned and complained about this, and then as soon as we got home, I was wrestled into the bathtub where I had to stick all my legs under the faucet, one by one.  I was extremely displeased and made some resisting gestures during the process, but I put up with it and after my mom toweled me off, I darted out of the bathroom and straight onto the bed.  Haha!  There I demanded a piece of rawhide to chew on before I settled in for a nap.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A budget (we've heard this before...)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/535614</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Dec 2008 16:32:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, the latest news is that my mom is on a  budget.  This basically means that my mom now buys my ra ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, the latest news is that my mom is on a <i> budget</i>.  This basically means that my mom now buys my rawhide dog treats in 6-packs from Petland Discount (which -- despite its primitive yellow and black sign and unappealing wholesale-surplus interior lighting and shelving and the fact that it's staffed by teenagers whose rudeness is just barely masked by their indifference -- is actually a great place to pick up a variety of basic stuff at a good price) instead of the little privately-owned pet shops on the block.  It's a sad state of affairs.  My mom and I like to patronize the local mom & pop pet shops -- you know, support the local community, but sometimes they just charge too much.  But with the unemployment rate at 6.7%,  it's only natural that people are trying to cut back on their expenses and consumption.  The pet shop nearest us means well but the last time my mom ran in there to pick up a knuckle bone because she knew she was going to be leaving me alone in the apartment for a while (for too long, rather), she grabbed the item without first checking the price, and then was in sticker-shock when the cash register rang up the final price.  At that point, standing in front of the cashier, her sense of propriety gave her no choice but to purchase the item, instead of exclaiming out loud her initial response of, <i>Dude, are you serious? That much --  for a dog treat?</i>   Anyways, my mom quickly purchased the item and then left and has not since gone back, for fear of being a repeat victim of such steep markups.  I must say I loved the knuckle bone (and the bone does not chip and is hard enough for me to safely gnaw on) and so the quality is not the issue, but Manhattan or not, overpriced stuff is overpriced and should not be encouraged.

Next on my mom's new rules for budgeting is that she will not pay more than $1.50 per pound for dry dog food.  But she also seems to think that I've somehow been losing weight because I look thinner in the face.  I told her that I am very sad and lonely being an only dog right now, especially one that has to stay at home, in her crate, by herself, ALL DAY, EVERY DAY.  And few things makes me eat more than the knowledge that another dog is present in the household or vicinity.   So, my mom decided to buy a small bag of fish-flavored dry dog food to sprinkle in with my usual bland (and cheap) kibble.  I think it's trout flavored, which I usually go crazy for ... and it cost $11 for 5 lbs, yowie.  My mom agreed it's okay to break the budget for small tasty treats, as long as I don't eat it all really fast right away, and as long as I promised to eat more on a regular basis and get my weight up.  Huskies, as you know, don't like to consume lots of food on a regular worry-free basis.

This budget business also means that my mom is making herself Hamburger Helper for dinner.  So, instead of getting a pinch of grilled salmon and creamy mashed potatoes and steamed spinach as a side accompaniment to my kibble at dinnertime, I now get a few sloppy spoonfuls of boiled cheese-and-meat flavored brown sauce ladled over my kibble.  The noodles are gummy and disgusting.  The sauce tastes like a warm blend of articial flavors meant to remind one of "Italian lasagna".  But I eat it anyway and don't complain (except on my blog, which my mom never reads), in my support of her budget endeavor.  And I must admit, the budget was partially my idea because I know my mom is a bit, umm, how do you say, financially reckless, hehehe. Just kidding. There is nothing "hehehe" about financial recklessness.  I am just saying. Okay?

Other than that, New York City is great. They've already set up the Christmas tree sale in the park, and now there is an entire little village of Christmas trees, with pretty red and white lights strung up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>i can teach a geometry lesson (circles are a specialty)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/515589</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 22:39:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>hi everyone. 

well, you know how people are always interested in the fact that a siberian husky c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ hi everyone. 

well, you know how people are always interested in the fact that a siberian husky can fit perfectly inside a circle? huskies curl up into a ball, and the tip of our tail covers the tip of our nose. perfect circle. 

Hmm. This picture looks a lot like a gunsight for shooting -- a crosshair. Eerie. Is this what wolf hunters see when they are shooting at wolves from helicopters and lowflying aircraft, and they have a wolf in the crosshair?  I suppose we could ask Sarah Palin since she supports this program of aerial gunning of wolves.  
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://mydachshundpolitico.typepad.com/the_mini_dachshund_review/2008/10/husky-in-a-circ.html"> picture of me as a perfect circle on my blog</a> (but not a shooting target, thanks).]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DOG goes up when markets go down ... and bears and swans</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/514457</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 03:27:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>i like to check the international markets before i go to bed, especially if people are starting to s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ i like to check the international markets before i go to bed, especially if people are starting to sound the alarms, and things do not look good as of this moment.

i do not want my mom to be poor and i also do not want any of my readers to be poor.  some, umm, acquaintances of mine have been known to collect free food samples from dog fairs or pet food stores ... a bit too much ... and with a bit too much regularity, i daresay.  anyway, poverty is a big enemy and so i wanted to give some practical financial advice.  

actually i am not qualified to give financial advice to anyone since i don't have my series 7 license yet.  i think they are working on a series 7D, which is a series 7 for dogs. so, at the very least, if not advice, then opinion i can give.

let me opine.  now is a good time for me to bring another animal to the table, the bear.  the bear does very well when the market does poorly.  you know what else does well when the market does poorly? DOG. yes, that's right, the security DOG (go ahead and google it on google-finance), which is the inverse of the Dow30.  so when markets go down, DOG goes up. interesting, eh?

for dogs who are wondering what to do with the money in their retirement accounts and pensions, i suggest you buy dog food futures.  that is, futures on dog food, which lets you lock in a price now for dog food to be delivered at a date in the future.  so if dog food goes up to $1,600,000 per pound, you won't have to pay $1,600,000 -- you only have to pay $3 per pound, or whatever they're charging these days.  we all know that dog food is a staple, and the likelihood of a dog food bubble is very small, unlike technology and real estate.  actually, that reminds me of another animal, the black swan.  but i will save that discussion for another time.  suffice it to say, the black-swan scenario of a dog food bubble has too many implications that i cannot get into here and now.  so, the upshot of all this is, remember the dog food futures, everyone. and DOG and bear go hand in hand, in times like these.

[hold on. my mom is saying something... oh. okay. she said that she is not a salesperson and she does not sell any financial products or instruments. thanks for the clarification mom.]

pmail me for more details ...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Forward: husky help alert -- 2 huskies get gunned down, no charges filed against shooter</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/514451</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 01:57:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>hi everyone,

 in place of my usual self-indulgent rambling, i have decided to forward along a mes ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ hi everyone,

 in place of my usual self-indulgent rambling, i have decided to forward along a message that i came across inthe diary of  a husky (Sasha dogster #697900). the ironic thing is the shooter has now filed a lawsuit for slander and written 2 blogs about it -- he paints huskies as a danger and a threat to livestock as well as a threat to human infants and toddlers and children.

here is more info about the original shooting ...

....................................................................................................
"
Please take a moment of your time to read this important message

Hoochie and Raley are two Siberian pals of mine who were brutally gunned down in Florida, shot 6 times at point blank range right in front of their owner, who was begging for the shooter to stop. Through the grace of God they are alive and on the mend, but could sure use some pals right about now.

You see, the police are stalling by not filing charges against the shooter, hoping the outrage will die down and then they can let it all just fade away. We need people to maintain pressure on the State Prosecutor so that will NOT happen. 

Please consider signing the on line petition that has been started, in order to bring charges against this monster.

Also feel free to visit Hoochie's and Raley's MySpace page for frequent updates on their condition.


And finally, here is a page from the ASPCA's on line community, with the names and addresses of people you can write to, to INSIST that justice is served.

That link also includes a link to a You Tube video, showing the shooting. Thankfully there was a tourist filming the whole thing. Beware - not for the faint of heart.

Thank you in advance for your support.

Link to Hoochie - 
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/797639"> http://www.dogster.com/dogs/797639 </a>


Link to Raley - 
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/797665"> http://www.dogster.com/dogs/797665 </a>


Link to petition - 
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/50/justice-for-husky-dogs -shot-in -orange-county-florid">
 http://www.thepetitionsite.com/50/justice-for-husky-dogs -shot-in -orange-county-florid </a>

Link to ASPCA - 
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://aspcacommunity.ning.com/main/search/search?q=hoochie">http://aspcacommunity.ning.com/main/search/search?q=hoochie</a>
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		<title>today is wednesday</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Oct 2008 22:18:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I recently turned 1 year old.  That puts me past adolescence into pre-adulthood.  Or, is it post-ado ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I recently turned 1 year old.  That puts me past adolescence into pre-adulthood.  Or, is it post-adolescence. I am not sure.  I will come back to this later.

Ok, so in related news.  I was hoping to retire when I turn 5 years old, but looking at the stock market today and yesterday, I'm afraid I will have to push back my retirement.  Luckily I am working on my book, which will generate beaucoup de bucks once I get a book deal.  And I've also got my new blog, which will hopefully generate some advertising revenue -- at least, after I convince myself how to integrate commercial gain into my endeavor without compromising my literary integrity.  Let's see, what else.  Oh yea, I can give financial advice to dogs (and cats).  Right now I will just give it away for free, maybe I will charge for my advice later, once I become more successful.  I am also trying to sell my mom's snowboard for cash ($80, great condition, just a little rust on the edges).

Or, maybe I will take an all-of-the-above approach, and throw in the kitchen sink. If I throw everything, including some mud if necesasry, hopefully something will stick.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Picture of me playing with labrador puppy is proof of my non-partisanship</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Oct 2008 21:35:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This is a follow-up to my previous post about labrador retrievers, since I know follow-up is a prett ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is a follow-up to my previous post about labrador retrievers, since I know follow-up is a pretty important component of being taken seriously.  It indicates depth.

Well, here is the background to this partisan-controversial story.

One night I had drifted softly to sleep in my crate in my mom's bedroom.   My mom was either asleep in her bed or reading a magazine with Kate Moss on the cover, if I had to guess what she was doing.  Suddenly I was awakened by the irregular sounds of a puppy whining and walking on the floor in the hall of my apartment, which I could hear on the other side of the closed bedroom door! I immediately sprung up from my sleeping position and pointed to the bedroom door for my mom to let me out.  She fumbled around for her glasses, got out of bed, and let me out into the hallway leading to the living room, which is where I saw it.

It.

A 12-week old yellow labrador retriever puppy crawling on my living room floor with its four left paws, sniffing every inch of hardwood floor in sight.  The tail thumper then flopped itself on its back for me to inspect his goods, which were still intact.  

"I come in peace!!" exclaimed the tail thumper, his brows furrowed with worried submission and the general blank confusion that is trademark of male labs.

I wavered between approval and disapproval before finally settling on the former.  Despite being a lab, and despite being in my home, arriving unannounced, he was a puppy.   

I looked at him.  His face was an amorphous blob of skin the same color as the carpet, punctuated with 3 giant black polka dots  -- two eyes and a big nose -- set inside the parentheses of 2 floppy ears.  He looked back at me with his helpless polka dot eyes.   Then he cocked his head to the side, in true Marley-and-me impression.  I must admit, he was pretty darn cute.

I like to bite him on the head.  If my timing and placement is right, I can fit his entire head inside my mouth.  Here is the evidence, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://mydachshundpolitico.typepad.com/the_mini_dachshund_review/2008/10/this-is-a-follo.html"> pic of me biting the lab puppy</a>.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am not breedist -- I don't hate labrador retrievers  -- and I</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Oct 2008 23:19:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so it has come to my attention that some of my readers might think that I am breedist -- not so  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so it has come to my attention that some of my readers might think that I am breedist -- not so much that I prefer to associate exclusively with other siberian huskies, as much as the fact that I have made some derogatory comments about labrador retrievers in some of my past posts. 

Specifically, the allegation is that I tend to depict labs as neaderthal-like lunking meatheads (if 'lunking' is in fact a verb) with undiscriminatingly bad taste (that is, everything tastes and looks and feels good to a lab) with very, very, exceedingly low barriers to entry when it comes to their inner circle of comrades.  That is, a lab would respect a traffic cone for its intellect if that's what the traffic cone asked it to do.   Coarse, happy, slobbering kindergartners who try to chew on the clear glass window portion of sliding glass doors.

Well, I must say that I never said those things, and in fact, I have never thought such thoughts, about labrador retrievers.

Those allegations are the work of the elite media, who have managed to spin my words into propaganda against labrador retrievers.  I'm sure you readers would like to read my posts yourselves, instead of being told by the elite media what you just read.

The problem is that there are too many labrador retrievers, all running around, yellow, black, some even white, hollerin' and hootin tootin and whatnot, selling credit default swaps and engineering financial derivatives on collateralized debt obligations, doing whatever they please, puling all the strings in the elite media and the financial markets. Well, I tell you, they need to be regulated!  I say, more regulations!  When you're doing that kind of engineering ... financial engineering ... of finances and finance instruments, you need more government regulation to make sure they do not take advantage of the American people for a ride! 

It's not patriotic to take advantage of the American people. Not patriotic! Patriotic is saying ... "patriotic is saying, government, you know, you're not always the solution. In fact, too often you're the problem so, government, lessen the tax burden and on our families and get out of the way and let the private sector and our families grow and thrive and prosper. "

Ok, ok, I know that
1. more government regulation 
2. government get out of the way
are contradictory, but I just want to do what is right for my readers, which is whatever sounds like the right thing to write.

And speaking of which, I know a labrador retriever whose middle name is Teri. And y'know what? Teri ... that's short for Terri ... for Terro... for Terrorist! That's right, this labrador retriever has Terrorist practically spelled out in his  middle name!  So how can you listen to a Labrador Retriever whose middle name is ... associated with a Terrorist!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>is 'ambitious' now a dirty word?</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Oct 2008 22:51:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>hi everybody. i'm back and feeling in a 'lighter' mood. no more election speak for now.

so, i had ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ hi everybody. i'm back and feeling in a 'lighter' mood. no more election speak for now.

so, i had mentioned that i was working on a book. some of you may be wondering, how is the book coming along?

well, sad to say, it is very slow in the coming. i am wrestling with issues of character development for my main character. i am also not sure whether i want to write in the first person or the third person, and this deliberation has arrested my progress.  this is called 'perfectionism' and it is a bad trait i have picked up from my mom.  perfectionists overthink and overanalyze things and have to form a beautiful perfect theory outline master plan blah blah blah before they can get started with the actual doing of the actual work. this is why i am taking a break from my mom and am relaxing at the bestest dog camp in all the WORLD!! in Pennsylvania while my mom is in Los Angeles -- her neuroticism is impeding my creative flow. dogammit, i'm a husky and i like to act first and freely and not be constrained by the straitjacket of analysis paralysis.

also, i got held up in the progress of my book-writing because i had to go through all my earlier blogs and remove all instances of the word 'ambitious', because it is now a dirty word. i did promise to not talk elections, right now, so i will stop here and not go into dialogue about someone who cares more about obtaining office than whether she is qualified for office.

Ok, here is an excerpt from my book so far.   

<i>It had been raining an unnaturally soft and steady rain for the past three days.  The sky alternated between medium gray during the day and black at night and was back to gray when I awoke on Monday morning to the urgent siren of my alarm clock and the realization look, are you frigging serious, a stepford wife, a dolt, the poise and confidence of a mannequin, in office??, c'mon lady, this isn't QVC and you're not selling cosmetics, this is the vice presidential debate</i>


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		<title>the problem with cats and dogs (aka Yesterday's VP debate)</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Oct 2008 15:16:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The problem of &quot;winning&quot; yesterday's VP debate can essentially be summed up as this:  the problem be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The problem of "winning" yesterday's VP debate can essentially be summed up as this:  the problem between facing off a cat and a dog.

Cats are going to like a cat, and like a cat's style.
Dogs are going to like a dog, and they will prefer the style of a dog.

The debate will succeed in various ways, but a unanimous landslide "winner" will be difficult to declare.  (Or as Palin would likely put it, "the declaration of a winner will be difficult to declare.")

The point of debates is to win (the debate) by arguing the most and correct points.  In the VP debate, however, the purpose is to win over peoples' sentiment and their voting allegiance.

Those are two very different things. 

And unfortunately so, because if this were a true debate to argue about knowledge and expertise on American history, policy and, most importantly, American future, then clearly Biden is the most suitable candidate to lead and make decisions.  Logic, reason, rationality, debate -- these things may sound stuffy and boring, but these are the things that go into the decision-making process of important institutions such as government and law. For instance, if you were in a court of law, and you were on trial for a heinous crime you did not commit, would you want (1) Biden defending you with facts and figures and specific examples of historical instances and clear details, or (2) Palin defending you, relying on her charm and tremendous smile and winks to win over the jury?  You may say, But this is not a courtroom, Biden and Palin are not lawyers.  No, but the need to defend one's arguments and have solid, fact-based reasoning to support those arguments are crucial. And in a way, you could say that they are in fact defending Americans, in a global courtroom where America frequently gets called in as a witness or defendant.

So back to the cats and dogs thing.  

The debate succeeded in generating increased conviction among existing supporters.  Dogs that like a dog candidate are even more sure than ever that the dog candidate is THE RIGHT ONE.  Cats that like a cat candidate now feel stronger than ever that the cat candidate is THE WINNER.  The question is, who are the horses going to vote for?

Dogs that like dogs, tend to like dogs for certain reasons -- let's say if this were a movie, dogs like humor and comedy.  And cats will like cats for certain reasons -- let's say that cats like songs and singing and musicals.  So even if the dog candidate does his best job possible and wins the Oscar  for original humor and comedy in his debate, it will mean nothing to the cats, who don't really care about funny haha jokes -- no matter how good it is.  Just ain't their thing.   And when the cat candidate belts out a fabulous musical score from the floor to the rafters, to the delight of all the cats in attendance, the dogs will find it to be a bore.  

Biden supporters saw her performance -- "success" in her case is defined as "the absence of obvious failures" -- but what is frustrating is to hear other post-debate pundits declare that she did a "terrific job" -- because their criteria was completely different -- not the same standards that apply to usual debates.  To many people, this was more reality-entertainment than it was a political debate for the vice presidency, and they wanted to be smitten by the Image.

Palin's supporters want to vote for her because they find her likeable and folksy, and  it is highly unlikely that any amount of correct or precise or careful logic or reason and facts can change that.   Because that is not the language they are speaking when they listen to her.  It will have to take a breach in the emotional trust that people put in her.

<b>To change her voters, Biden supporters have the task <i>not</i> of convincing Palin's voters to stop liking her or that she should not be liked, but the task is to convince them that she cannot be trusted, despite how much they may like her. </b>

My doggie thoughts on <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://mydachshundpolitico.typepad.com/the_mini_dachshund_review/2008/10/sarah-palin-wil.html"> can sarah palin be trusted</a>.  

I guess it comes down to convincing the horses which way they want to vote ... cat or dog?

(Polar bears, however, are already voting against Sarah Palin.)
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		<title>Books and &quot;mediums&quot; are a good substitute for travelling around the world</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Oct 2008 14:33:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Recently I had a flash back to September 25th, and the memory of a conversation filled me with an un ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Recently I had a flash back to September 25th, and the memory of a conversation filled me with an unsettling sense of ... jealousy and discontent.  Suddenly I felt that I have somehow been shortchanged in various aspects of life -- you know, stuff that other dogs get to have, stuff that I don't, stuff that other dogs get to do, stuff that I don't.  Sure, my mom has done alright for herself and me, of course of course, but I soon discovered that there are other dogs out there whose "parents get them a passport and give them a backpack and say, go off and travel the world".  

Well now I feel aw-shucks-sorry for myself because I don't come from a wealthy silver-platter kind of family ("I was not a part of, I guess, that culture") and even though my readers know that I have struggled with this job thing (though more out of my own indecision and lack of direction than because of faltering small businesses squeezed for credit), I have been working hard to find work.   And that is why I was never fortunate/born-rich enough to travel to other countries -- because that kind of golden privilege is saved for the elite, and I have been here working to pay my bills, which doesn't afford me the luxury of indulgences like leaving the country's borders.  But nevertheless, I have read bunches of books about the rest of the world and therefore my bush doctrine -- err, sorry, my worldview (those 2 things are not synonymous!! I keep getting them confused!) -- is just as highly developed as someone who has travelled in person  around the world.

So, never mind. I take back what I said about feeling disenfranchised and being shortchanged.  It's really the fault of the snooty elitist rich people -- whose lifestyle allow them to travel outside the country -- for making me feel bad about myself.

(My mom just told me that there are some people who make a goal/priority of it to save up money in advance, and over time, they accumulate enough to travel to other countries using that money that they saved, and that in so doing, they make sacrifices of other kinds (like buying a car, or buying hunting/fishing licenses or wolf-hunting permits or lowflying-aircraft-rental charges to exercise those wolf-hunting permits).  She also says that she can use the internet to find one-way airfare from the US to Ireland for about $209 + taxes & fees.  I told my mom that for a dog, $200+ is a lot of money!! Mom, what is your point?)

9/25 transcript:

COURIC: In preparing for this conversation, a lot of our viewers and Internet users wanted to know why you did not get a passport until last year, and they wondered if it indicated a lack of interest and curiosity in the world. 

PALIN: I’m not one of those who maybe came from a background of, you know, kids who perhaps graduate college and their parents get them a passport and give them a backpack and say, go off and travel the world. 

No, I’ve worked all my life. In fact, I’ve usually had two jobs all my life until I had kids. I was not a part of, I guess, that culture. 

The way that I have understood the world is through education, through books, through mediums that have provided me a lot of perspective on the world.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>If a hockey mom is a pitbull with lipstick, what is a husky with lipstick?</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 22:44:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>VP candidate Sarah Palin said that the difference between a pitbull and a hockey mom is lipstick.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ VP candidate Sarah Palin said that the difference between a pitbull and a hockey mom is lipstick.

The implication is that a hockey mom is a pitbull with lipstick.

By that logic, let us explore the question of, what is a husky with lipstick?

A track & field mom? A tennis mom?

Here are  some <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://mydachshundpolitico.typepad.com/the_mini_dachshund_review/2008/09/if-a-hockey-mom.html"> pictures of me as a husky wearing lipstick</a>.  

Depending on the shade of lipstick, I think one can make several arguments.  Although it would be natural for a husky to be playing ice hockey because of natural climate conditions (and pit bulls are, I thought, a more mild-weathered dog, perhaps originating closer to the Equator), I believe I will have to choose a different competitive team sport.  "Ski mom" might work also.

Also, I gather from her metaphor that Sarah Palin means that a hockey mom is a female pitbull with lipstick.  What if the pitbull is a male? Does that make it a hockey dad? But would a hockey dad wear lipstick?

For that reason, I did not make pictures of my little brother Derek the miniature dachshund wearing lipstick. Because he is a male and it is somehow undignifying.  If however, he were a female miniature dachshund, and she wore lipstick, would that make her a ... mini-golf mom? a badminton mom?  

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		<title>One Stock Market Index: &quot;Worst Day EVER!&quot;  today</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 00:35:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, I thought it would be appropriate for me to make a quick comment on today's situation.  Here are ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, I thought it would be appropriate for me to make a quick comment on today's situation.  Here are some of the extreme headlines:

<b> DOW plunged about 780 points, its worst drop ever</b>, Wall St Journal

<b> Lawmakers Grope for Resolution as They Attempt to Avoid Economic Calamity</b>, New York Times

What does this mean, you ask? Well first of all, I am getting this secondhand from my mom, who has only been working in the hedge fund/pension fund/money management/Wall St business between 5-10 years, so that is not very long at all.  But she wanted me to tell all the dogs out there a few things, in case they were getting really worried.  There's been stuff in the news about people having to abandon their dogs at shelters and pounds because they are being foreclosed out of their homes and cannot keep on housing their dog or cat.  Hopefully that doesn't happen to any of you.  So,

1.  On the one hand, it is very important not to panic.   If you are considering selling out of your stocks now (presumably to preserve what capital is left), bear in mind that the undisputable majority of  successful professional traders tend to regret trading decisions made out of emotion (fear, greed) rather than rational logic.  Of course, you may not need to compare yourself to a professional trader.  That's not to say someone can't get lucky -- it just very likely will create as much emotional volatility as market volatility.

2. On the other hand, the government media has a big interest in preventing panic and chaos and, as mentioned above, calamity.  So, even if the news is dire, the media will try to contain it to reduce widespread craziness.  Which means things may be worse than they have thus been publicly reported to be -- hence why there seems to be one domino after the next (Merrill instead of Lehman, WaMu, Wachovia) without the usual amount of due-diligence time. [Many people suspect that there exists a covert group of market riggers who prop up the stock market and who the government sends into effect when key indices break below certain levels of support -- but this provides only paltry assurance.]

3.  Please please please do not put your entire retirement account (or a significant portion of your retirement account) in just one or two (or three or ...) stocks.   While some may argue that "diversification" is overrated/misleading, in almost all cases, you greatly increase your risk of LOSING SIGNIFICANT VALUE  if you hold only 1 or 2 or so stocks.   Did you read about those executives and long-time employees at Bear Stearns and Lehman who said their childrens' college education savings had been wiped out, after their companies collapsed?  Very likely it was because all of it was in the stock (or options) of that one company.

4. What if you don't want to sell out of your stocks now, but you don't want your portfolio to keep losing money, and you happen to have cash on hand?  In this case, I would suggest buying shares in "bear" stock to offset your long stock position (stock you currently own), thereby effectively making you "neutral" to what the market is doing.  Because bear stocks perform well in down markets and fare worse in bull markets, you likely won't need them in good times, but for now it's good "protection".  If you don't know your way around bear ETF's (indices that trade like stocks), then consider a bear mutual fund.  Note, however, that if you buy a bear mutual fund at the close of Monday and then the market suddenly bounces back up on Tuesday, then your bear mutual fund will lose value.  But if you think that it's going to be a bumpy ride downhill for a while to come, then you should consider hedging your long stock position.

5. Please please please find a financial advisor that you trust.  Likeability is nice and is a strong selling point.  But it should be your primary interest to determine that this person is competent and capable and understand all the risks they are presenting to you and fully understands his business, and is not just a salesperson in a pretty package telling you things you want to hear.

On that note, remember, this is not a popularity contest.  As in any high-functioning organization, you want to hire the individual who will do the job best, not someone who you personally like the most as a friend or family member or neighbor etc.   My old neighbor was a lovely woman who made a fabulous turkey soup and was great to have over for dinner, but would I nominate her to be hired as my boss at work? I think not.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And I also need a 2nd blog ... one that has more pictures of me</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 00:08:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So I also decided to write a second blog.  It's basically the same stuff as this blog, but with more ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I also decided to write a second blog.  It's basically the same stuff as this blog, but with more pictures and more news and stuff ... and also, umm, (cough cough) ...  a little corner for advertising to make a buck or two. Ok! I know that sounds bad, to sell out and try to make commercial gain out of this pure literary endeavor, but the book is taking a while so in the meantime I thought I would try to get some advertising revenue ... or something.  

But check out some new pictures that my mom patched together.  Low-budget art project using a cell phone camera and the generic version of Paint that comes installed with any Microsoft operating system. Because the technical detail isn't as important as getting the idea right.  Or at least that's what I say because I haven't the patience to fuss over the minutiae -- I'm an idea dog.

My picture on my blog <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://mydachshundpolitico.typepad.com/the_mini_dachshund_review/2008/09/before-you-ge-1.html"> mydachshundpolitico.typepad.com/the_mini_dachshund_review</a>.  (I  decided to name my blog after my little brother.)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Really, i'm writing a book</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 21:44:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, my efforts at finding a paying job have not been very successful.  Instead I've decided to put r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, my efforts at finding a paying job have not been very successful.  Instead I've decided to put renewed efforts into writing my book, which I plan to publish and then sell the production rights for a huge sum of money.  Yay! I told my mom that, realistically, the latter portion of my plan may not transpire for another 2-5 years, at the minimum, but the idea of such an upside (meaning the possibility of beaucoup bucks) and the prospect of creating something of lasting creative value, made my mom starry-eyed and she agreed to continue to subsidize my living expenses etc until my book becomes a hit.  

And what is my book about, you ask?

My new book is going to be a work of a FICTION about a 20-something female navigating the seas of Wall St and beyond and life in New York City, which I'm sure is a big shock to all of my readers.  Anyway, life including working, shopping, playing, drinking, going out, meeting fun cool interesting people who are doing things, etc.  The book also captures the socio-cultural mores of a modern, urban generation trying to reconcile its inner snob with a soft appreciation for red states, its hard intellectual with its curiosity for bright shiny objects, in a world segregated into creative types, technical types and financial types who are all waiting to see where the chips land after everything shakes out. And, best of all, the main character owns a Siberian Husky.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>economics and unemployment</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/509848</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 22:00:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've been following the big headlines lately, in the major newspapers, about the country being in th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been following the big headlines lately, in the major newspapers, about the country being in the biggest financial crisis since 1929, the biggest financial failure in US history.  Anyway, that's what some of the newspapers are saying.  

So I wasn't surprised when my mom approached me about the need and the time for me to get a job and start making money, is now.  We've seen this before, where my mom sits me down ("Cairo, sit") for a serious talk about a job, a career, a future, etc etc.  In the past, I've usually been able to handle these pep-talk-discussions by telling my mom some stuff that she wanted to hear -- which generally involves some ambitious abstract goals and the word "moguldom" -- and then settling on some temporary work while I continue to "actively explore and discover" my true intent and desire in life, where my greatest potential contribution lies.  I guess in the absence of vision and mission my mom has settled for displays of work ethic.  But tonight's talk was different. Earlier that night she had been watching the first of the presidential debates on tv and I think all that verbal sparring and jabbing and the highly-charged post-debate analysis left its residue on my mom and she was more insistent than normal.  Less "you" and "I", and more "we" and "us".  Not only is it time for me to start earning my own keep, she said, but it's also time for me to start making money for the family.

Now, huskies have an independent streak.  That is for sure.  But as every other dog in the dog world knows -- and secretly holds as a point of envy -- huskies are the closest dogs to wolves.  And wolves are very pack-oriented, big-time loyalists.  So my mom anticipated that I might not be motivated to make money for myself, and so she appealed to my pack instincts instead, to override my inaction.  Yes, even if I don't do it for me, I need to do it for my pack.  Obedience may not be my forte, but loyalty and pack devotion -- I can't turn my back on that.  Maybe some of the fighting patriotic spirit of the debates was rubbing off on me as well.

So, finally I was convinced. I didn't really know exactly what to do with myself, or what kind of job to take on.  But dogammit, we need to make money! Some readers may recall that prior to this I had some corporate job that was vague and fuzzy but at least it came with a clear and distinct title ("Executive Vice President") and then I decided to quit.  Not sure what we learned from that experience. But, anyway.  

I've been flirting with writing, here and there, but then I found most of my writing to be bland and unsatisfactory blah blah blah and so I kind of stopped writing altogether for a while.  But now, with a renewed sense of mission, I've decided it's time to focus and get serious.  Won't be easy -- the human unemployment rate stands at 6% right now, I think.  And if you account for the dog unemployment rate (all those dogs with no jobs, unless you count the role of "housepet"), then the unemployment rate starts looking much worse.  Hmm.

Yes, time to roll up the sleeves and get CRACKING.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good bye, Chicago, we had some moments</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/509768</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 16:50:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hello everyone.

Apologies once again for the lapse in keeping you abreast of my affairs and where ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hello everyone.

Apologies once again for the lapse in keeping you abreast of my affairs and whereabouts.  Let's see, where did we last leave off. Oh right, Chicago.

That reminds me.  So my mom and I decided to quit Chicago and go back to New York City.  YAHOO!!

What happened, you ask? Well a bunch of things have recently transpired and I will try not to bore you will the disinteresting details but the jist of it is that my mom decided she couldn't stay in Chicago any longer.  Or rather, she couldn't stay in any place that was not New York City.

Although, at the current time, my mom is chilling in Los Angeles for several weeks, and I am in Pennsylvania at my favorite dog boarding camp in all the WORLD!!, if you will excuse my infantile enthusiasm and the accompanying mildly offensive practice of using multiple exclamation points in anything written.  Normally I frown upon such brainless attempts at manipulating a reader's feelings (the double exclamation points) -- but  this news is so great that I am breaking my  own rules out of sheer reckless happiness!!!!

So why did my mom decide to move out of Chicago?

By my analysis -- which I performed after being subject to her nonstop ranting and raving every dogamn day -- Actually, let me make a side note of this.  I am very proud of my analysis.  My wonderful analysis was hugely successful in that I was able to accomplish the herculean and nuanced task of taking her confused muddled mess of emotions and fragmented logic about her general situation in Chicago, and turn it into a concise and organized framework for her to make a decision.  I attribute this to my analytical prowess and just one session with a psychiatrist also trained in psychoanalysis.  Dog, what a difference 4-8 years of postgraduate education in medicine coupled with even more years in medical residency, makes.  They should make a similar requirement for all those people on Wall St running big money.  But alas, no, those people (the latter) may or may not even have any kind of specialized (or even general) training beyond a bachelor's degree.  Sure the engineers and researchers and some of the traders have pHD's and the arguably useful Master's, but I'm concerned with the top brass, the people in top management, the guys making the big decisions and steering the ship --

Oh sorry. Where was I. Chicago. Leaving it. Right. Ok, so going back to New York. Analysis. That's right.

So the analysis is as follows.  There are 3 categories of reasons:

1. non-work-related reasons to leave Chicago

2. non-work-related reasons to go back to New York City

3. work-related reasons (why her Chicago job may or may not be the right fit, now and in the medium- and long-term)

After putting all the factors together, giving everything a good stir, the final verdict was ... Why are you fighting the obvious?  Get back to where you belong!

And I back her decision.  I must admit that I will be mildly to moderately disappointed to leave Chicago.  There were a lot of things that made the living easy here (for me anyway, not sure about my mom, but this paragraph is about me) -- wonderful Dog Beach on Lake Michigan, filled with dogs running in all directions, like nothing that I have ever encountered before (but not unlike the one that my little brother/sock puppet Derek gets to frequent regularly because he lives in Los Angeles and his dad uses a car), and the neighborhoods here in the shi-shi yuppie parts of town are so neighborhoody and walkable and clean, and several nice big dog runs only 1-2 miles away.  And that wonderful thing about chicago -- even my mom agrees that Chicago has at least one thing better than New York in this respect -- that one Starbucks in Bucktown, right off the Damen blue line stop, whic  has a WALK-UP window for dog-walkers!! Brief background in significance: In many places around the country (especially in red states and red towns), dogs are not allowed inside a Starbucks.  So how does a rational person who wants to enjoy a coffee on her walk to the dog park with her dog, get a coffee?  Tie the dog to a parking meter outside?  HAHAHAHA yea right. Maybe if the dog is a large, mature, well-trained, and stoic pit-bull/mastiff mix that is indifferent to all dogs and all people (including small erratic and bouncy small children) and the visual sight of which intimidates everyone else into yielding the dog and attached parking meter a radius of 10 feet, and you don't have a dog with a wily and escape-oriented disposition, and you don't happen to live in a big city or town known for dognappings as live meat to train fighting dogs, and you can predict that in all cases of strangers' dogs passing by that there will never be the type of personality conflict that would cause either dog to exchange bites out of sudden apprehension or a threatening misunderstanding, and you feel completely insulated from the effects of a potential lawsuit -- in that case, yes, it might be a convinceable argument that you have the option of tying your dog to a parking meter while you "run inside to grab a quick" coffee.  Fortunately for me, I do not fit those criteria, so my mom never leaves me out tied to a solid street fixture.  So, my mom's solution has been to stand in front of Starbucks with a small handful of one's and ask random strangers who appear to be entering Starbucks, Hi, excuse me, are you going inside? Would you mind picking up a drink for me? I'm sorry but I can't leave my dog outside.
In all cases, the subject has always agreed -- and with extreme courtesy, I might add.  But you have to use singles (ones) because that way they don't have to worry about breaking a 5 if they had planned to use their credit card etc, or comingling your change with theirs and making it an inconvenience.

SOOOO.... yes, that Starbucks at the corner of Milwaukee and Damen has a walk-up window for dog-walkers, wherein one simply presses a buzzer to alert the baristas that one is waiting patiently and happily outside -- a lot like a drive-thru window.  Also make sure to carry extra one's so you can tip here too.  My mom likes to tip extra when the dog is involved -- cabs, walk-up espresso windows.

But, despite my sadness of leaving something that was a brief part of my development, I must answer to the call of duty.  Which is to be at my mom's side at all times and do 70% of what she asks me to do.  Leaving one kind of (quasi-)life behind and moving on is tough, but when you're ambitious and don't want to be like everyone else, you get used to it.  I'm not confident that a lab could do it, but I'm a husky, and it's my nature to look risk in the eye and accept a dare, for bigger rewards.  And part of me (savvy husky with a gut instinct for investments and big finance (but alas, not personal finance, hmmm, what does that say)) knows that I am needed.  

Look, I left the industry in New York City for three months -- just three short months -- in what is usually a really light time of year for the business -- and what happened, but the entire financial system collapsed, crumbled to its knees.  It's time to go back.  New York City needs me.  The industry needs me. 

Good bye, Starbucks walk-up window for dog-walkers.  Good bye, wonderful dog beach, with your clear shallow water extending outwards forever into a sparking ocean of bluemarine. I will miss you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shooting wolves from planes and getting $150 for their left forelegs -- thanks Governor Sara Palin</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/500251</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 22:58:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well on Friday I was sitting around watching the news.   I'm not really a follower of politics, nor  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well on Friday I was sitting around watching the news.   I'm not really a follower of politics, nor do I usually like watching tv, but there was a lot of buzz about who would be running for Vice President with the Republican candidate. 

It turned out that the nominee was a nice-looking grandma lady named Sara Palin, who happens to be the governer of Alaska, which I understand to be a fabulous land of snow, wilderness and wolves.  And she's a mother of 4 or 5 kids, one of whom has Down's Syndrome.  She also did a lot to push forward the building of a natural gas pipeline, and people say she's a pure person in a crooked political system.  Plus, she's from Alaska -- which is just across from Russia -- so she must understand the issues around oil and energy, right? A woman in touch with the land -- I read that she hunts moose, or something.  I'd like to hunt moose myself, but  my mom says I'm not ready for that yet.

So anyway, this Sara lady sounds safe and wholesome, right?  And being a woman, sure to appeal to everyone who was going to vote for Hillary Clinton.

So imagine my surprise (and subsequent disgust) when I discovered that Sara Palin not only implemented a program in Alaska that allows aerial shooting of wolves -- that is, shooting wolves from low-flying planes and helicopters -- but that she is also paying $150 per wolf kill.  The specifics indicate that "Permittees will be paid $150 when they bring in the left forelegs of wolves taken from any of several designated control areas."  In other words, a bounty, and one that rewards  a savage kill.

Why, you ask?  Not to help re-build fragile moose and caribou herds for the ecosystem, but rather, the killing of the wolves is meant to prop up the Alaskan market for trophy hunting of moose and caribou -- big business in Alaska because it brings in wealthy, out-of-state hunters --  by eliminating wolves which are natural predators and therefore giving the trophy hunters more of a chance.

Herd control is something that countries all over the world have to deal with.  However, being offered a bounty to gun down wolves from low-flying planes and helicopters is an unethical and very poor system of wildlife management.

So, I'm not going to lecture you dogs on who to vote for in this upcoming presidential election because every candidate has his and her own criticisms, but if you vote for McCain, know that this is what you are supporting.

I find this method of killing wolves to be reprehensible, savage, and barbaric.

warning:  the link below has a disturbing picture of a man proudly dangling a dead wolf by the hind legs, in front of the low-flying aircraft from which he presumably shot the wolf dead

[excerpt below from the website: 

http://www.care2.com/news/member/338686546/863062

]

Alaska has been exploiting a loophole in a federal law against aerial hunting. This is a totally disgusting way to kill an animal - chase them in an airplane or helicopter until they are too tired to run any further, then just shoot them point blank. That's real hunting for you! Defenders of Wildlife has been fighting this for years; unfortunately just recently Alaska voters defeated a ballot initiative that would have ended this brutal practice. 

From Defenders. "We faced an approximately $750,000 campaign from our opponents, including Safari Club International and a $400,000 state-funded campaign approved by Governor Sarah Palin and the Alaska legislature. They used deceptive propaganda and the authority of the Alaska government to defeat the ballot initiative." 

Palin favors drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. Her husband works for BP Oil. She also opposes the listing of the Polar Bear as an endangered species out of concern that it might inhibit oil development off Alaska's Arctic Ocean coastline and has sued the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service at taxpayers expense in favor of Big Oil's interests. 

McCain’s VP choice is under ethics investigation for abuse of power in Alaska. She's about as opposite as Hillary as a candidate could be.

----
Warning: 

This is an advertisement that was created to bring awareness to end the aerial gunning of wolves, which is a program that Sara Palin, the governor of Alaska,  and current Republican vice president candidate, instituted in her state.  The poster itself is graphic.

http://www.wral.com/golo/image/3458084/

The following website also has link to video.  

http://www.wral.com/golo/blogpost/3458085/]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Know when it's time to get bigger</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/481001</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 17:44:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some of you may have noticed that I had stopped writing in my blog for a while, and then suddenly I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some of you may have noticed that I had stopped writing in my blog for a while, and then suddenly I announced I was moving to Chicago.  

What happened, you ask? Why the disappearance and ... why the Midwest?

Well, during that time, I was very busy doing work on the computer, and I didn't have time to write on my blog.  My mission? To find my mom a new job. 

(It was also because I became really annoyed with my writing. Everytime I wrote something, and I re-read it, it sounded so lame and uninspired. What's my point??, I kept asking myself, Why would anyone *care* to read this lame stuff?? So finally I sent it into the Recycle Bin, which was never as satisfying as seeing my mom physically crumple up a piece of paper and throw it on the ground (and I would usually help her with the task by chasing it and tearing it angrily into little pieces).)

I've promised to not get into the details of her old job, but she needed to call upon my clever husky resourcefulness and my uneasily-deterred husky will to navigate the stormy seas of searching for a job on Wall Street during an economic downturn (recession! stagflation! major investment bank implodes and turns to $2 dust! poof!) So, at a time when many major Wall Street heads were rolling and  thousands of people in the industry were being laid off (with many more to follow), it was not a very good climate to leave the safety and security of a well-paying mediocre job in order to pursue new work just because she thought she was cut out for something better.
  
Oops, did I just describe her old job as 'mediocre'? Sorry, I should take that back, since I promised earlier not to get into the details of her old job. 

So, with the ranks of job seekers starting to swell with the recently laid-off, my mom decided she was tired of waiting on the sidelines and she dived in, ready to fight her way through the masses and the chaos, and I, happy strong-willed independent and clever husky with strong writing/editing skills at her side, made it my goal to steer her out of the mess and send her to the top.  As a shrewd individualist myself, I told my mom that I could not respect her one day longer if she stayed in a situtation that could, at best, be described as unimpressive, uninspired and underwhelming.  I say "at best" because I actually used different adjectives to describe the situation accurately, but I've agreed for the sake of all the 7-year-old children who read my blog, not to use those words here.

So at night, while my mom was shopping at the Sale section of jcrew.com, I set to task polishing her resume and drafting a nice cover letter (huskies are very crafty with language: "I am energetic, disciplined, and understand risk, and looking to join a strong team, in a junior role, in a fast-paced, demanding and information-intensive environment.") and then sending it to all the industry headhunters that sounded reputable ... and some who even sounded a smidge seedy ... 

stay tuned for more details ... and why Chicago??

In other news, I am now 52 lbs. I think I may have stopped growing. I am taller (at the withers, which means shoulder) than many female huskies I meet on the street, but since I'm only 10 months old, my mom hopes there is still room for me to grow bigger ...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So well-behaved, you'd think I was sedentary</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/478139</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Jul 2008 00:22:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&quot;She's not active enough for me&quot;, he said in his slow, deep voice. &quot;I mean, she's a great dog, but m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ "She's not active enough for me", he said in his slow, deep voice. "I mean, she's a great dog, but my kind of dog is ... more ... active."

My mom said nothing immediately, but I could tell she was using the controlled temporary silence to mitigate her response.

Finally, she said, "She's not   active   enough?"

"Well, she just lies around all day and sleeps alot.  I'm more into really active, athletic dogs.  Like labs.  Or a good Chesapeake Bay Retriever, they're really active dogs."  He said the last statement with unmistakable satisfaction, from his stretched-reclining position in front of the tv.

It was the first time that someone had said (or rather, complained) to my mom that a 10 month old Siberian Husky was not active enough as far as dog breeds go, and in her state of equal parts dumbfounded and insulted, my mom made very little attempt at reasoning with her new roommate, an all-american blond-hazel landlocked midwesterner.  My mom thought, what about all the walks, the running, the daycare, the puppy play groups, the walkers, the dog parks, the great pains to socialize and stimulate and train and raise a husky while living in a studio apartment in the middle of New York City?  Finally she concluded that what he was really saying was a compliment, though he most likely didn't recognize it, poor corn-fed midwestern fellow that he was.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>my mom was wondering ... chicago? help?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/462867</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 May 2008 12:41:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am asking this on behalf of my mom, who doesn't want to ask this herself, here, because she says i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am asking this on behalf of my mom, who doesn't want to ask this herself, here, because she says it's not entirely on-subject but I said, well if you need help, who better to ask?  Anyway, I won't be doing her bidding for long ...

My mom is moving us to CHICAGO! none of us have any idea what chicago is like, but we are told by some credible individuals that there are areas outside of NYC that are inhabitable, and the Second City (despite its not-very superlative name) might be one of them. Of course my mom wants to know where she can live and still keep us dogs happy (good daycare, lots of dog runs, dog-friendly parks, dog-friendly sidewalk cafes and restaurants, safe for dogs). Of course she also put "fun young  trendy cool neighborhood with cool interesting fun like-minded people" at the top of her list but she is primarily concerned with finding a good place for us where we dogs (siberian husky and mini dachshund) will be happy.

She is thinking of getting a 2-bedroom close to the art school (university) and offering very reduced room to an art student in exchange for part-time doggie daycare at home (ie, walking and playing with us etc) while she (my mom) is away at work all day.  I guess that would be called a "doggie nanny".

If anyone knows Chicago and can offer suggestions, please send me pmail! thanks!!   Initially she will be moving out first to find a place, without either of us, to better assess the situation, so even temporary suggestions for strategic search-places would be helpful too!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm in PA, my mom's in LA</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/462865</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 May 2008 12:32:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My mom is in Los Angeles for a few weeks and she took the laptop with her, so I haven't been able to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My mom is in Los Angeles for a few weeks and she took the laptop with her, so I haven't been able to keep everyone updated of my progress.

But I am having a wonderful time out in the woods. It's quite a departure from big city living, but variety keeps me on my toes.

My mini dachshund little brother recently posted to his blog about life at the beach in Los Angeles.  My stories are more worldly, but until I can get back on the laptop, please see his stories -- they have some amusement value ...

http://www.dogster.com/dogs/692358/diary/Letters_from_a_baby_mini_dachshund/462288]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's good to be living so close to a long stretch of protected bicyling path.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/426963</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 21:46:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I chew on branches while moms changes into her rollerblades
And puts her running shoes in her messe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I chew on branches while moms changes into her rollerblades
And puts her running shoes in her messenger bag
Over her shoulder
Wrist guards snug with velcro straps
Snowboarding jacket zipped up to her chin
Looking over her shoulder, we cross into the bike lane
And I trot off, slowly behind her
Moms tugging on the leash
<i> Come on ...  </i>
And I look up at her, smiling, but still trotting slowly
Waiting for my motivation, preparing
And then, it comes, from behind:
A bicyclist with an alien-head helmet and a tight shirt
That looks like a national flag
And as he zooms past us,
I shift into overdrive and take off after him
<i>Hike!</i>
Leaving my mom hanging on as I race to catch my bicycling bogie
My head pumping, both hocks moving in unison in straight lines
As a I gallop forward
forward 
faster
forward
faster faster forwarder
Spurred on by more speeding bicycles whizzing past us, from behind
Very close to catching them
Very close to knocking over slow joggers in our way

At the end of the bike lane is a dog run
And playing with other dogs, that's always fun
And I know it'll be there waiting for me
But even if it's not, that's alright
Because I enjoy the journey]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New pictures (yes, I do get to leave the apartment)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/426931</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 20:34:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Believe it or not, I've actually written several entries for my blog, but I'm not at liberty to post ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Believe it or not, I've actually written several entries for my blog, but I'm not at liberty to post them until my mom's work situation shakes out.  It'll be clear when you read them why that's the case.

Anyway, I put up some new pictures of me. My mom wants to apologize for the circa 1980's grainy picture quality -- she's too lazy to carry her digital camera around so she's just been using her cell phone to take pictures -- so please don't let the pictures be a reflection on my good taste in technology and digital imaging.

The really dark picture -- that's me sitting on a knoll in the plains of Montana, under a full moon. Just kidding. That's actually the dog park in Chelsea, which is a neighborhood in Manhattan, and I'm sitting on a man-made mound.  This dog run is actually an island surrounded by like 3 or 4 lanes of traffic on both sides.  And that's not a full moon -- it's a streetlamp! I guess the FedEx truck gives it away.  How symbolic of wilderness in the city.

The other pictures are of me in the snow, one for each time that it's actually snowed in Manhattan. Yes, that's right, it's only snowed two times so far this year, and you could say, in my life.  Both times my mom was careful to document them, in case Manhattan never gets snow again, at least I'll have the digital memories.  The last snow was wonderful -- inches and inches of powder, which I tried to scoop up by the mouthful.  The falling snow cast a beautiful light on the city.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yes I'm alive and well.</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Feb 2008 15:09:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been busy during the day helping my mom at her work.   She' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been busy during the day helping my mom at her work.   She's been having some, ummm, problems at work but my contract prohibits me from saying much else about her situation.  Suffice it to say I am acting as counsel for her and hopefully she will listen to me.  Anyway, things still aren't fixed yet, but we're still at it and it's been taking up a lot of my time and attention.  On a separate, completely unrelated matter, the job market on Wall St seems really bad right now.

I saw some red huskies on the street (yes, in NYC) and they strike me as much redder than I am. I noticed, by contrast, that I am turning brown. What is going on? I want to be red.

I am now 43 lbs, and exactly 6 months old. 

It rained yesterda--

Ok I am going to stop writing now.  Because it is so crappy.  And before my readers get angry at this blog for being so stupid and vacuous .   Look what my creative processes have been reduced to -- I've been spending far too much time helping my mom with her, umm, situation.  I need to focus more on my craft.

Promise I will try to write more interesting stuff next time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Underwear thief and destroyer</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 17:15:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So I am learning what it means to be a responsible pet owner. 

One important item of business (th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I am learning what it means to be a responsible pet owner. 

One important item of business (that is not so pleasant) is when your pet does something wrong and causes damage to the property or belongings of another person. 

For instance, my mom came home and found yet another pair of her underwear on the floor, destroyed by my sock puppet.  For some reason, some people in NYC spend a lot of money on underwear. I'm not sure if my mom falls into that category because I've had the chance to take a look at some of her underwear and can I say that some of them look kind of faded and made with very generous amounts of cheap material.  They're not <i>terrible</i> -- I suppose they succeed at serving their intended purpose -- but nobody would mistake them for the kind of underwear that I see the plastic people wearing in the windows, which are usually made with much less material and have some kind of exciting zebra print and lacy stuff on the edges.  It's just that my mom's style is a bit frumpy.  Sorry if I keep blogging about her fashion sense, but it puzzles me that she doesn't have an intuitive sense of how to integrate form <i>and</i> function.   (If it weren't for the fact that I am very focused on the outdoors and am "on the go" when I am outdoors, I might be embarrassed by her attire somedays.)  Me, I never sacrifice style for substance, nor do I sacrifice substance for style -- look at this, look at my paw, look at the line from my paw to my shoulder blade and how it ties in so fluidly into my back, which compresses and decompresses with airy ease.  I'm engineered to run efficiently and effortlessly for long distances, and I'm also engineered to look hopelessly good as I do so.  My arresting choice of coat and markings ("stunning" as more than 1 person has said) are distinctive and always fetch compliments, yet the coat also protects me from harsh elements and keeps me clean when -- look, the point is that somebody did a really good job putting me together, ok? They thought it through, made some rough drafts and design revisions, consulted with educated colleagues, whatever, before they ordered me into production.  And I'm just saying that's the way things should be -- people shouldn't just slap things together and then sell cheap crap.    Why can't people learn to integrate style and function, <i> EXPECT </i> nothing less, expect both, why must one choose, why must one compromise? WHY WHY WHY? AM I SUPPOSED TO WORK BECAUSE THE WORK ITSELF IS REWARDING OR BECAUSE IT'S THE MONEY THAT'S REWARDING? HUH WHY DO I HAVE TO CHOOSE WHY CAN'T I HAVE IT ALL? WHY ARE SOME OF THE GOOD THINGS SO CONFLICTING WHY CAN'T THE SMART PEOPLE ALSO BE FUN AND COOL TO HANG OUT WITH WHY CAN'T I HAVE A CAREER AT THE SAME TIME AS A FUN PERSONAL LIFE WHY DOES SOMETHING HAVE TO GIVE, WHY WON'T IT SNOW, WHY IS IT SO BALMY OUTSIDE EVERYDAY THIS WINTER, WILL IT EVER END

hmm.

Ok. sorry. I'm approaching the 5 1/2 month mark and I'm starting to ask myself these questions of greater intellectual bearing, questions about the human condition and the canine condition.   Being Executive Vice President of my mom's company has been full of annoyances lately and my mom's only taken me jogging one evening this week, so I haven't had a chance to blow off steam.  Maybe that's why my sock puppet has taken to eating her underwear, jogging and running isn't even an option for him, poor mini dachshund.

So where was I. Well ok, I don't know why my Bratwurst has been stealing and eating her underwear like a rabid creature and I told my mom I'd have a talk with him etc etc.  How does he even find them?  Well it will be much harder for him now, since she only has a few pairs left.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>fashion</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 18:54:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sorry I haven't been able to get on the laptop because my mom has been shopping at some J Crew half- ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sorry I haven't been able to get on the laptop because my mom has been shopping at some J Crew half-price sale on the internet.

The strange thing is how secretive she was being about it.  What are you hiding exactly? Are you  spending all my duck raw-diet money on shopping for clothes online?  Well, she said that it was because she didn't really want to advertise that she shops at J Crew.  Not because the clothes are bad or controversial, like made from real puppy fur.  Somehow she's bothered by the fact that their clothes are so everywhere and uniformlike and on everyone, that they require "no creativity to put together a look", and in fact, wearing those types of clothes almost signifies a lack of creative ability,  like  it's some kind of generic trade for people who can't or won't take the time to find things that say something special about themselves, but instead, they just buy things that are trendy.  But even if she hides that she shops at J Crew (which she'll only do if the price is marked down, unless it's REALLY special), won't it be obvious to people who see her clothed in it? I mean, even though the look is very imitable, it's not exactly like someone is going to confuse her J Crew corduroys for Roberto Cavalli or something that a famous person designed.  Well, whatever.  I was going to try to explain to her the difference between clothing and <i>fashion</i>, and how J Crew really falls into the former category, and since most people work in normal offices all day and not at fashion shows, of course they're going to be more concerned with being clothed than being bleeding-edge interpreters of fashion, but I decided against trying to educate her on the subtlety of the distinction.  We huskies have our own style, like I wake up and I look good, and I photograph well no matter what the light is like,  and my coat is starting to develop a nice white ticking that gives me more depth, but it's just hard to explain the concept of style to people who don't have it.  Actually that reminds me of my favorite designer, Edna Mode, from the Incredibles.  She was feisty and energetic and she designed incredible indestructible and beautiful outfits, not like the lame night-reflector vest that my mom bought me to make me look like a traffic cone so we don't get hit by a car at night if we're rollerblading.    I wonder what Edna Mode would have designed for me.  Oh well.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well, another head has rolled.</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Jan 2008 11:21:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The topmost guy of yet another big investment bank has been pushed out.   I have not been able to ge ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The topmost guy of yet another big investment bank has been pushed out.   I have not been able to get his dog on the phone yet, but when I do, I will be sure to tell him that we are very sorry to hear of the bad news.  It must be terribly inconvenient to go from a $33.6 million bonus for 2006 and a job, to $0 bonus for 2007 and no job.  I know my own household was on the verge of mutiny when my mom came home recently with an $8 bag of treats instead of the usual $11 bag of salmon jerky, so I certainly understand what downscaling your lifestyle is like.

<i> CEO of Bear Stearns plays bridge and golf while funds collapse </i>

I'm not saying I agree or disagree with the people who made him leave his company.  But my mom said his company lost a lot of money, as in $1.6 billion in investor capital.  How much is that, you ask? Well, if you can imagine how much money it takes to buy your dog food and your favorite treats, and multiply that amount by a bazillion, and then take <i>that</i> number and chase it around the room and then multiply it by how much you would like there to be snow in the wintertime (OR AT LEAST NOT 65 DEGREES AND SUNNY IN THE NORTHEASTERN REGION OF THE COUNTRY), then you multiply that figure by the number of dogs in the world, then <i>that's</i> how much money it was.  A lot!

I personally am only the Executive Vice President of my mom's company, but I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have a job.  I would probably be really bored all day and chew on the wood moulding on the door and along the lower edges of the wall and howl to amuse myself, for instance.  Actually, I've never howled for amusement when left alone in the insufferably boring apartment, partly because I made it very clear to my mom from Hour 1 that, even if she can't promise me year-round winter, she must throw oodles of cash at people so that they walk me and play with me and entertain me and daycare me (if I may say that), and partly because my mom got me my own sock puppet.  However, unlike the man whose head is mentioned above, my mom is not on the Forbes 400 list.   Well, not yet anyway... <i>that's where I am to come in </i> ... At first I thought I wanted to be the first dog on the Forbes 400, but then my mom told me there is a lot of paper-pushing and back-and-forth at that level, and I don't like to push paper unless it's cardboard and I'm chewing on it, but I much prefer to chase squirrels until they're outta sight and not back and forth between 2 trees, so I decided it would be better if I let <i> her</i> be on the list and I would get all the equally good benefits.  

Anyway, my job is very important. I need to be on my game.  I don't want a headline like, <i> EVP of mom's company Chews Fuzz Off  Tennis Balls As Legions of Squirrels Run Loose in Her Front Yard </i> ... how embarrassing that would be.

So, I am drafting a top-secret business plan right now ... If any of you would like to see it, pmail me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dressed for the weather (not here)</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Jan 2008 10:07:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My mom told me that pet ownership comes with serious responsibilities, because my Liverwurst sock pu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My mom told me that pet ownership comes with serious responsibilities, because my Liverwurst sock puppet is a real live animal.  She told me that he is not here for my amusement to be dressed as a GapKids christmas advertisement (nor, upon further inquiry, a unicorn nor a wizard nor an editable cocktail party treat) and I am not allowed to make him wear  reindeer ears either.  Bunny ears were ok by her rules, until my mom saw that the pair in my possession happened to be made of a giraffe print, after which point my mom declared that all ears were off limits, no matter what the species of animal they were taken from.  He is, however, due to geographical considerations, allowed to wear jackets and hats.  So, I am looking for a nice knit wool hat with a great white pompom on the top, so if any of you know where I can find one in XS, please let me know.  

However, why a dog would need to wear a jacket and/or a hat when

IT IS 65 DEGREES OUTSIDE IN EARLY JANUARY IN NEW YORK

(<i> "Breezy and warm with temperature tying the record from 1998 with clouds and sunshine" </i>, thanks to accuweather.com) is beyond me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Kielbasa is mine</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Jan 2008 14:32:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Since I still don't officially have a job, my mom made me Executive Vice President (EVP) of her comp ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since I still don't officially have a job, my mom made me Executive Vice President (EVP) of her company.  She runs a big media company that controls what a bazillion people around the world see and buy and eat and wear.  Actually, no she doesn't.  The truth is, she is a entry-level clerical worker whose specialty is repetition of mundane tasks.  Ok, just kidding, that's not her job either.

So she made me EVP and my first order of duty was to take charge of the sock puppet, and now he is to report to me.  He still thinks my mom is "Mom" and I have not disabused him of this fallacy because it is probably better not to confuse him while he is so young at this point, and because it is unlikely that he can grasp the changing and challenging economic conditions under which we all live, and how they require these kinds of organizational changes.

Anyway, I am very happy that the little Kielbasa sock puppet is now my own. 
I've always wanted a pet.  My mom was telling me that it will teach me leadership skills, but I'm more preoccupied with whether I should dress him up in human clothes.  I wonder if the pet shop sells pink butterfly wings.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>race, ace journalism, doggy dog ...</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Jan 2008 20:54:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, thanks to Wall St Journal headlines  &quot;Economic Anxiety Roils Stocks&quot;, all-time-high oil prices ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, thanks to Wall St Journal headlines <i> "Economic Anxiety Roils Stocks"</i>, all-time-high oil prices, and a jump in doggie day care rates, my mom informed me that I need to get a job in order to make money to pay for my own daycare.

Hmm.   I thought the "job" thing was something to enjoy in and of itself -- as in, the reward is <i> in the process</i>.  As a working breed (and a true professional, even if the specifics are still a little fuzzy right now), job satisfaction is the reward for my work, right?  But now that they've introduced money into the equation ... well, I'm not so sure anymore.  Am I suppose to derive satisfaction from the work itself, or from the money that it brings in?

So ... what kind of job, what kind of job.

Well, as you know, I am already an aspiring rap mogul and top journalist.  It hasn't been paying very well so far, but nevertheless I continue.

The first doggie item I want to report is that I recently saw Snoop Doggy Dog on the cover of L'Uomo Vogue (that's Italian for "Vogue Man") with -- of all things -- an Irish Wolfhound.  I applaud this act of individualism and worldliness.  When was the last time you  saw a rapper on the cover of any magazine with a <i>sight hound</i>?  Well, Snoop isn't really a gangsta rapper (even though he's from Long Beach, CA), but when was the last time you saw a black person with an Irish Wolfhound? In fact, come to think of it, I have never seen an asian person with an Irish Wolfhound, or a hispanic person with one, or an eskimo person with one ... the only Wolfhounds I've ever seen in my life were at Central Park, when a lady (who was white) was walking alongside two gian-ormous slinky creatures that seemed to float, like mist in the forest at night.  (It was night time and there were a lot of trees around.)  What kind of dogs are these?, my mom asked, always proud that Manhattanites know no bounds when it comes to the kinds of dogs they can house  -- happily, of course -- and the woman replied that they were Russian Wolfhounds.  They were very big dogs.  My definition of very big dog is one that cannot fit in the backseat of a normal-sized family sedan.  

Anyway, going back to my original point,  I commend Snoop Doggy Dog for doing something (or agreeing to do something) that reflects an appreciation for diverse interests and cultures outside the predictable and stereotypical rap world -- and Italian Vogue is fairly high on the fashion food chain.  Well, I don't expect Snoop to give shout-outs to lure-coursing on his next album, but I think it's a good thing to see that dogs -- in whatever form -- can be so adaptable to different environments.  (Although I do not think Irish Wolfhounds should be the accessory du jour for rap aficionados.)

Final thought?  Look, mixing it up is not for everyone.  It's not easy to be a husky growing up in a Manhattan studio apartment with a miniature dachshund, and I would not advise your typical New Yorker to get a husky  ... but done right, it can be very, very cool.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>faster ... wheels ...</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Jan 2008 20:15:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>All,

Just checking in to report that earlier this afternoon we got back safely from our semi-week ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ All,

Just checking in to report that earlier this afternoon we got back safely from our semi-weekly rollerblade derby, in which my mom and I brave 25 blocks along the West Side at top speed, and then back again.  Also wanted to report that no one fell down (mom), no misguided tourists were ambling in the biking-rollerblading lane when they should've been on the sidewalk (clearly), and the number of direct interactions with police officers did not exceed <i> one</i>.

Regarding the last item in the report, I don't think he was trying to be rude or insulting to my mom -- I just think that in all honesty, that NYPD officer thought that my mom had never rollerbladed before or, in his words, "are just learning how to rollerblade".   His comment was actually more of a question ("are you just learning how to rollerblade?") than a statement, to be exact.  I told my mom that he was just doing his job in expressing an interest in the citizenry that he was honored to protect, since he was directing traffic at a busy intersection so that no cars would knock down the bicyclists or rollerbladers, and my mom agreed to give him the benefit of the doubt since he seemed to take a shine to me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Lotta numbers ...  part 2</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Jan 2008 12:15:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The second type of growl that my mom makes is when she growls without saying anything.

She looks  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The second type of growl that my mom makes is when she growls without saying anything.

She looks like this
>:O(
except for with shoulder-length straight dark hair.   

It's basically a grumpy-growl.  I saw this yesterday night. She was so grumpy she didn't even take me for a walk until midnight (which, when it did finally happen, felt great because it was like 5 degrees outside, yay! (Well, the real-feel temperature, anyway))

This grumpy-growl came to be when she arrived at the doggie day care after work  to pick me up (not late, surprisingly, thankfully most of the holiday crowds have left NY) and to pay the upcoming month's bill.  Now I don't want to publish any incriminating business-secrets, so I will try to keep it sufficiently vague so as not to identify anyone, but still using enough information to be illustrative of my point.  Yes, this sounds complicated, but it is my duty as a top journalist and aspiring rap mogul to maintain the highest standards of objectivity, while keeping it real.

Ok, so anyway.

So she went to give the big guy at the counter the money for January's doggie day care, and he informed her that prices had gone up. <i>Oh</i>, she said, surprised because she had not seen any notices or letters to that effect, <i>well ok</i>.  Then he told her the new rate, and she paused for 2 seconds while the math machines took over her CPU and finally flashed a number in her brain.

20%, it said.  Doggie day care prices had gone up by 20%!  Good DOG, what were the economic drivers behind such an increase?  Is it correlated to twice the price of oil? Did the Union of Doggie Day Care Workers go on strike?  Had a pirate ship led by a beautiful but paradoxically NOT annoying girl hijacked a precious shipment of mops and lemon-scented cleaning agents, thereby forcing the prices of what remained in the mainland US to suddenly skyrocket?  Well, maybe his rent had increased or they are adding on a new indoor football stadium for us dogs in the far play room.
 
So let's say  that my mom was paying somewhere between, say, $340 and $360 a month for 14 days of doggie day care a month -- this  means that now she will be paying between$408 and $432 a month, just so I can go 3 days a week!  (well, technically just over 3 days a week)

Did I mention that the membership fee was $250, to even join the doggie day care in the first place?

Anyway, I feel bad for my mom, (and I helpfully pointed out to her that the late fee had increased from, for instance, $10 to $15, so she should make even more of an effort to pick me up on time at night) but I have a pretty good time there and have never gotten hurt or developed strange signs of social maladjustment, so my mom is going to let this one go ... and just growl to me about it, on the side.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Lotta numbers ...</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Jan 2008 07:08:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I discovered recently that humans growl too.  

I have been observing my mom, which she may or may ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I discovered recently that humans growl too.  

I have been observing my mom, which she may or may not be aware of, since she assumes that because I don't listen to her (strictly speaking), that I must not be paying any kind of attention to her.  Anyway, so far, I have been able to discern 2 distinct types of growls.   

The first type of growl is when she growls while speaking words (in human English).  It's usually in a low tone and she speaks very slowly and says things like, 

<i> When I called this very number and spoke to this very department, numerous times prior to the visit, I was told it would be covered at 80% of reasonable and customary charges, and now I am being told it will only be covered at 80% of 60% of reasonable and customary charges.  I ask you the very same question, and I get different answers.  So either someone there is lying to me, or somebody is wrong. I'd hate to think someone is lying! So tell me -- [pause] WHO ... IS ... WRONG? Is it the other people? Or are YOU THE ONE WHO'S WRONG? </i>

In fact, my mom must really enjoy saying this, because I've seen and heard her on the phone repeating this very same thing over and over!  And the final <i>'Or are YOU THE ONE WHO'S WRONG?'</i> seems to get punctuated with a bigger growl with each time she says it, which is already big because it's in caps to begin with.

[corporate editor's note:  Thanks to the goodwill of generous html-savvy readers just like yourself, Cairo has now learned how to incorporate italics and bold as well as other ascii special-effects in her diary entries.   As with all potentially long-sought and life-altering skills, we hope that Cairo does not overuse this one in her eagerness to scratch her creative itch, and we now expect yet even more from her diary entries.   Thank you again for reading.]]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>aroo woo, hear my call</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/409038</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Jan 2008 13:42:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi again, my readers:

You may have noticed that I've added another picture to my page, this time  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi again, my readers:

You may have noticed that I've added another picture to my page, this time of me standing in a river in Harper's Ferry (national park?), West Virginia, during the fall foliage season.  

I added this picture to pacify any potential critics of my mom who think that a husky does not belong in a city (in a studio apt (with a person who is away at work all day)), and whose critical suspicions may have been reinforced by nothing but picture after picture of me indoors, inside the offending apt.  Personally I have not heard from any of these critics myself (none have contacted me via pmail) but my mom says they are out there, they just criticize silently.  She thinks they look at my dogster page and look at the pictures, and they shake their heads quietly, tsk tsk tsk-ing, that such a vibrant working breed of real dog has been turned into a soft housepet meant to find amusement in cotton-filled toys and forced to pose for low-resolution photos as a stuffed animal with her mom in bed, and symbolically, just another of the many signs that New York City is turning softer and softer, losing its edge and hustle and vibrant personality to ceaseless waves of gentrification and ---

Oh. Sorry. 

Anyway. 

Hmm. Ok, where was I.

Right, ok. So, I've posted this digitally unaltered picture of me, in baby wolfen-like stance, in a wolf-credible environment, as proof that I do get to explore the outdoors like a working dog true to my breed. 

arooo woo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>it was like a dream ...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/408650</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Jan 2008 15:03:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>so apparently the bestest city in all the world does not get much snow.

so far, my little wolfen  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ so apparently the bestest city in all the world does not get much snow.

so far, my little wolfen feet have only touched snow once, in the entirety of my life, which currently spans one autumn and one (partial and disappointing) winter.

if it hadn't been for my husky comrade's quick-thinking mother who used her handy cell phone to snap a picture of us lying (him) and sitting (me) on the good white stuff at the dog park that one momentous day, who then kindly text (texted? what is the past tense of 'to text' in the third person singular?) it to my mom's cell phone, there would be nothing to confirm my fleeting memory that it was not, in fact, a dream.

i really wish i knew i how to use *italics* in my diary. i read other dogs' diaries and they use italics, but i don't know how.  i feel so -- how do you say in your language -- constricted, my creativity stifled, my self-expressionism so trapped, without the use of language aids in ascii text (italics, bold, perhaps even a combination of italics AND bold, had i something so daring to say that would merit such expression).  so sad. arooo wooo.

if anyone knows how to write in italics, please send me pmail.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oil hit $100 today, first time ever!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/408608</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Jan 2008 13:08:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's crude oil, which is the stuff that they turn into the stuff that your mom puts into the car s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's crude oil, which is the stuff that they turn into the stuff that your mom puts into the car so that it can take you from your apartment to the horse farm on the weekends.  Without it, you would be stuck in the city every day of your life! Ok, fine, maybe you could still get out to the horse farm in New Jersey using just public transportation, but what about the one in Virginia??  (Come to think of it, my mom hasn't taken me there in a while ...)

Anyway, that was the last straw.  That and the fact that I'd finally turned 5 months old.  My mom finally sat me down for a Talk.

Some of the stuff she talked about was easy as cake, like when she explained the mechanics of trading January futures of light sweet crude oil, but other parts were really complicated for me to understand.  She said, it's time for you to start thinking about your future -- what it is you want to do.

My future? Well, there is a lot of stuff I want to do in the future.  The future, as in  this weekend, I would like to run run run in the snow, lots of deep snow, and play with other huskies, especially big grown huskies, they're my favorite! I jump at them, with my ears down and my tail wagging furiously and my brows furrowed, and I try to wrap my long arms around their necks, or touch them in the face with my paw, while I yip at them in my baby voice.  (I only use my baby voice when I am submissive.)  I would also like to go rollerblading, the weekend after that, but I don't want to keep stopping and slowing down at the pedestrian-crossing intersections.  In the future, I would also like t0 chase pigeons and catch squirrels and shake their little furry bodies until---

My mom interrupted me. No, she said, not what kinds of hobbies and crafts and recreation.  What you want to do, as in, a job, a career, with your life.  You will need to have a career once you grow up, and in this economy, you need to start preparing yourself.

I continued to look at her and even though I wanted to tell her that I did NOT like the brown nylabone she got me, I kept quiet as she continued talking.

What your values? Your goals? Money? Power? Clout? Influence? Family with kids? House with a white 6' chain link fence that's securely anchored 2' below ground level?

I told her I wanted to be a rap mogul. (I've been reading a lot of her magazines.)  I actually was not entirely sure I wanted to be a rap mogul, but that's what I told her right then because I knew that was the kind of thing she wanted to hear.

Well ..., she conceded, her tone softening, clearly with the understanding that true moguldom is always inspired from within, and never manufactured from pushy parents.  She finished, you don't have to decide right now ... but start thinking about it.

ok fine, but all I can think about is I hope it snows tonight!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More work --&gt; Less work</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/408153</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Jan 2008 13:30:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My mom realized that having a young siberian husky puppy in her small 2nd floor Manhattan apartment, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My mom realized that having a young siberian husky puppy in her small 2nd floor Manhattan apartment, especially because she is away at work all day, is a lot of work.   She says it takes a lot of work to keep me entertained and stimulated and exercised and socialized and trained.

So, she did what she had to do.

She decided to give me to a nice family with acreage in the country.

Just kidding! haha. YEA RIGHT! 

No, really, she decided her new immediate goal would be to ensnare a boyfriend who will love me and help take care of me, as if I was his own etc etc, and walk me, arrange transportation and logistics for daycare/walking/weekend trips to the country, and maybe buy me some wee-wee pads and hormone-free chewie things occasionally.

Kidding again!   At first I thought this was a good idea, because then I would have a mom *and* a dad to take me places, since I like to go everywhere, but my mom said that's it's actually, in fact, not such a good idea, because relationships involve a lot of give and take, and that she might actually have even *less* time for me, if she had a boyfriend to deal with as well ... so the plan might backfire, if the strategy was not carefully conceived and executed.  And, she said you have to give up some freedom and independence if you're in a relationship like that ... and you don't have to tell a husky twice ... giving up freedom and independence is a dealbreaker!  Besides, it is tough stuff to find a good man, based on what I've read in her magazines when she's not home, and there is already a guy figure in the periphery ... but I'm not sure how he fits in to the picture.  Well anyway! 

Ok, so this is what my mom did:

She got me a puppy!

I am not kidding this time.  She reasons that having two puppies will actually be LESS work for her because we will busy each other, and give each other what she can't give me.  

I thought about this for a while. I stood on my tippy paws and gazed out the window at the park across the street.  I saw many people, bundled up in their winter down coats and fuzzy hats, walking their dogs, carrying groceries, on their way back from restaurants.  The little lhaso apsos and  shitzus -- I can never tell them apart -- scurried along, wearing silly little sweaters and jackets, their owners giving them impatient yanks for being so sniffy about everything that they passed.  I observed a pair of  shiba inus, dressed in matching olive rain coats, as they marched rapidly in their black boots down the sidewalk, heads held high, unconcerned with the smells and commotion that seemed to occupy the smaller, sweater-wearing dogs.  Yap yap yap!  A small buggy-eyed dog did not like the shiba inus walking so closely to him.  Cars rolled by. Someone honked.  But no one paid attention, and the people kept walking.

I left the window for my favorite rug, an old fringe and striped bath mat.  

Ok, I think another puppy will be a good idea.

+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +

Oh strange little creature
With hind legs that look like chicken drumsticks
And the fuzzy hair on your ears stick up in all directions,
Even though your ears droop down
You look like a sock puppet
And you move like a salamander, when viewed from above
Are you really a dog?
Are you a real dog?
Oh you are a miniature dachshund ...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ooh my mom is sneaky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/407083</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 14:51:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>People say that siberian huskies are sneaky (&quot;they do things they're not supposed to do! and then pr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ People say that siberian huskies are sneaky ("they do things they're not supposed to do! and then pretend that they didn't do it!") but my mom is sneaky.

The other day when I was away at daycare (working on my first novel (a collection of short stories)), my mom snuck onto the computer and used *my* log-on information on dogster and posted messages under the "Behavior & Training" forum, seeking advice.  

The thread she posted was called,
"Dominant Female, Aloof Towards Men, Now Scaring Them Away".

Goodness! Is that necessary? She conveniently forgot to mention how she herself has no difficulty scaring men away, geez! -- in fact, it's only when she's walking *me* that guys ask her out on the street!  She's not even very nice to single men of similar age, because usually she's unimpressed and underwhelmed etc etc and she expects everyone to be running his own hedge fund or be a rap mogul or be making the world a better place (through charitable, far-reaching acts of generosity, with a sound business plan) or be profiled in the "Thirty Under 30" section -- so I'm mildly-to-moderately offended when she says I'm the one who scares men away.

I guess the basis for her post is that I am distrustful of men (they make me suspicious ... hmmm) so even when these men try to be nice to me and bend over to pet me or say hi, I bark at them from a distance until they back off and leave me alone.  Or I wait until they are reaching to pet me and their hand is within an inch of me, and then I suddenly jump away backwards, out of reach, hehehe! -- you can't touch this!  My favorite trick is to look very cute and sweet and happy as I'm walking down the street, inviting some well-intentioned male passer-by to stop and say hi to me, at which point, I suddenly let out a rapidfire succession of barks (rat-tat-tat-tat) at him, and he jumps away, surprised that such a young cute little thing is already so opinionated.  My mom wonders where I learned that kind of language.

However, despite any claims my mom might have made, I have never actually rolled my eyes at a man (for trying to be nice to me and expecting my interest in return).

Well, my mom thinks it's potentially problematic for me to learn that if I bark at people, they'll learn to back off (... which is what they all do),  especially since some people on the street are already starting to be scared of me, even though I'm still a baby ... New Yorkers! You'd think they'd be tougher!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>too much internet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/406457</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 14:39:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Argh! 

I got in trouble for spending so much time on the internet today!

I posted a bunch of r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Argh! 

I got in trouble for spending so much time on the internet today!

I posted a bunch of responses in various forums and also wrote a bunch of entries, because I was overtaken by a moment of inspiration and goodwill and creativity and motivation to share my knowledge with others.

Anyway, now my mom says she needs to find "more challenging work" for me, as I am clearly bored and understimulated and under-utilized, that I am going off on these long rants about minutiae.

Why do people use the word "utilize"?  There is no occasion in which the word "use" cannot suffice.  "Utilize" is just a way to gussy up language, so that the speaker sounds more official, more educated, more important, more formal.  Good grief, how pretentious.

It's kind of like people who say:
" ... If there is a problem, please ask for Bob or I".  

For crying out loud, it's "for Bob or ME" -- NOT "for Bob or I"!

DON'T PEOPLE UNDERSTAND TO USE OBJECTIVE PRONOUNS IF THEY ARE OBJECTS OF PREPOSITIONS? 

DO PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SUBJECTIVE PRONOUNS AND OBJECTIVE PRONOUNS??

so pretentious. 

Why does this get me, you ask? 

People make grammatical mistakes all the time -- that's not a big deal.  But the reason this particular instance of grammatical violation is offensive is that it actually takes MORE effort to say it the wrong way, than to say it correctly --  and the only motivation for this effort is to sound, like,  more sophisticated.

wait, who's bored?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Are the holidays over yet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/406429</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 13:40:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ugh.

My mom has been late picking me up from doggie day care almost every night, it seems like.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ugh.

My mom has been late picking me up from doggie day care almost every night, it seems like.  Maybe they should charge more than $10 as a late fee as a disincentive for being late.  I am there for like 12 hours!

Well, it is actually a fun place to be and I make new friends all the time, but after 7pm, everyone else gets to go home, and I end up just chilling by myself.

She blames it on all the tourists that come to visit NYC during the holidays -- they choke up the subways because they don't know how to buy metrocards  (weekly unlimited? $20 card with 1 free ride?) or how to swipe them or which subway to get on, so all of them just stand there confusedly and clog up the turnstyles so that no one else can get to or from their subway platforms, or the tourists walk really slowly in the subways as they search for signs, not knowing the difference between Uptown and Downtown, blocking other people from getting where they need to go.  She also foolishly tried to get some last-minute panic shopping done after work one day at Macy's at Herald's Square the week before Christmas, trying in vain to swim upstream against a crowd of similar-minded last-minute panic shoppers, who were also impatient multiple-coupon-wielding deal-seekers that upturned every item of merchandise in the store.  My mom made out with only 2 scrappy gifts. Well. I didn't know what to tell her.  Shop earlier? Shop online?  Everyone knows about Black Friday, but are they equally versed with Cyber Monday? I don't think she was really looking for a solution, I think that what was originally an attempt to reason her way out of neglecting me at the daycare for so long ended up degenerating into a long rambling whine.  I told her that retail numbers for this season have been weak in general, and that the stock market has not been taking that well, and maybe she could take that into consideration the next time she went shopping too.  She didn't see the connection but I can't spell everything out for her.

After all, I'm not even 5 months old.

So anyway. So now Christmas is over and she is supposed to have more time for me, and she is no longer coughing all the time, so why are we not going for more walks at night?  

She also spends forever wiping off my paws and my undercarriage with a little soapy rag everytime we return home through the front door.  As she does this, she sighs really loudly ("why do your paws get so BLACK each time it rains??"), and it makes me very impatient, as my favorite thing when returning home from a walk is to race into the room as fast as I can, and jump on the bed, dig at the covers with all my might, digdigdigdigdig, spin around, digdigdig some more, and then plop down triumphantly with a loud satisfying thump.  Ah!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I AM GETTING BIG</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/406407</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 12:35:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I CAN STAND UP AND REACH THINGS ALL OVER THE COUNTER TOPS

SO MUCH STUFF ... ON THE COUNTERS ...  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I CAN STAND UP AND REACH THINGS ALL OVER THE COUNTER TOPS

SO MUCH STUFF ... ON THE COUNTERS ... 
 
HEHEHE]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>bright blue winter day at the park</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/406046</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 14:58:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Christmas day was a beautiful bright blue winter day at Central Park.  We walked for over 3 hours on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Christmas day was a beautiful bright blue winter day at Central Park.  We walked for over 3 hours on the bridle paths and the trails, and we wound our way around little pretend hills and ponds, over bridges and footpaths.  There were so many people out enjoying the weather and the park.  My mom kept me a on a 20-ft training led, but she only let out 6 or 10 feet at a time while we were walking, so it was like a regular old-fashioned leash, unless I saw a squirrel or something exciting, in which case, I would suddenly dart off, on a mission, and she would let me have the full 20 feet, so it was _almost_ like being free.  She put me on a harness so that I wouldn't be violently choked to a halt if I suddenly came to the end of the lead while running at top speed.  I figured out that squirrels can spiral their way up the trees.

Some of the tourists were taking pictures and video of the squirrels.  It puzzled my mom that people travel from afar to visit the best city on Earth and then here they are taking pictures of ... squirrels?  They weren't water-skiing squirrels like the kind that my mom saw on a local news channel a long time ago in some far away suburb, but these were just ordinary squirrels ... sitting by a tree ... eating stuff with their little squirrel hands ... scampering around ... My mom couldn't understand what was so special about them, that people would actually be taking videos.  

Well, I wanted to catch them and shake their little furry bodies.

Anyway, we walked pretty fast all over the park and a lot of people oohed and ahhed over me ("look at the husky baby!"), since I look very officious, as if I am always on my way somewhere to handle my business.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weak stomach...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/405895</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 07:38:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am trying to bring my mom to her knees.

Yesterday I saw her looking at me morosely, with her he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am trying to bring my mom to her knees.

Yesterday I saw her looking at me morosely, with her head in her hands.

I have diarrhea on and off all the time, and I'm always hungry and drink a lot of water.  My mom has been feeding me the exact same food for a period of time, trying to be consistent and get stabilized, since everything was going absolutely swimmingly for a short while (yay! no diarrhea!), but now, on intermittent days, there is lots of diarrhea.  For a short while, I was fine on the nice chicken kibble and duck raw diet, so my mom was ready to close the book on this nutrition thing and move on to bigger and better things.  We are going to have to look at grain-free foods and alternative sources of protein.  We'd already tried a bunch of thing (kibble with only chicken and rice and hardly any other ingredients), but I guess it's not over.  Sorry, mom.

My mom is taking away the Greenies and even the non-dyed chewies.

She is also going to have to think of something more creative than peanut butter smeared inside those slow-cooked beef bones, which she throws at me before she darts out of the apartment.

Occasionally I do get table scraps, but they're tiny pinches of food, and it's usually just protein.  Surely that can't be the culprit.

( My mom posted about this in the Food forum: ) www.dogster.com/forums/Food_and_Nutrition/thread/477320]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What kind of Christmas present</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/403200</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 10:28:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>is everyone getting this year,  that's what they were talking about at my doggie day care yesterday. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ is everyone getting this year,  that's what they were talking about at my doggie day care yesterday.

This is my first Christmas so I have no frame of reference for reasonable expectations, but according to everyone else, last year was a pretty good year so everyone should expect even better stuff this year.

What kind of stuff? Well it seems almost everybody got chewies in all sizes, made from all parts of the cow, new fuzzy toys, and almost all the smaller dogs got clothes.  A few of the "big bawlers" (as they called themselves, mostly in a joking way, but I think they might not be so joking after all) got to go on road trips to wintery places in the mountains, or to a completely non-wintery place called Florida.  Some of the even bigger bawlers got even greater, fancier stuff that they wouldn't really tell me about, because they talked mostly among themselves.  The rumor was that some of them even got their own set of custom-sized furniture or their own cook!  As in a person that does nothing but cook them home-made meals all the time? I asked, amazed there was such an abundance of goodness in the world.  They said that they would talk to me about it next year, maybe, if I got in the club.  

The club? I asked. What club?

They wouldn't answer that question either but they said that by early spring of next year, if my mom was "rocking better clothes" and "rolling in a better ride"  and if I got the kind of presents that most other dogs could only read about in magazines, then I would be "in the club".

I was still confused.  Next year? I thought Christmas was this year, so why are we talking about next spring?  And how am I supposed to know what kind of magazines they read anyway? Do catalogs count?  My mom reads a lot of catalogs, they're always lying around.

The weimaraner, from his reclining position, let out a patient sigh.  He looked squarely at me, but only briefly.  Finally, he said that for some of the moms and dads, their Christmas doesn't happen until the spring of the following year.   And when it does happen, they buy themselves the kind of presents that take many doggie-lifetimes to pay off, and then the dogs get magnificent presents.

Finally I understood.

Oh, I said, looking back at him, my awe quickly turning into amusement and irritation that he and his pals flatly assumed I knew so little about the world, that only magnificent presents mattered and that, well, they just knew so much more than I.  

Are you guys talking about Wall Street bonuses?, I asked them.  Then why didn't you just say "get a big Wall Street bonus" if that's what you're talking about? Because I sure hope, for your benefit, that none of your parents are on the fixed income side ...  what a mess! And I also certainly wouldn't want to be the child of someone at Bear Stearns -- they just had their worst period in their 84 year history --  even their CEO is not getting a bonus!   And tomorrow they're probably going to announce their first quarterly loss EVER!  So there's going to be plenty of disappointment to go around -- and it's not just Bear Stearns, this is going to spill over into the rest of the investment arena, and THEN what do you think is going to happen to all these industries that cater to people who want to spend money?  So before you guys all start thinking about slurping down foie gras on your brand new wine-and-stain- resistant playful-but-serious suite of Jonathan Adler dog sofas, think again!

Irritated, I trotted off, away from that group, and decided to chase after the new brindle mixed-breed that just showed up last week.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some dogs have no moms?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/677490/diary/Husky_tracks_in_the_city/402599</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 21:37:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I go to the dog park alot.
But I noticed something. I always go with my mom, but I noticed that som ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I go to the dog park alot.
But I noticed something. I always go with my mom, but I noticed that some dogs don't go with their moms -- they go with another adult person.

I asked my mom about this, How come some dogs don't have moms?

She said that some dogs don't have a mom, they only have a dad.

What's a dad?, I asked her.

A dad is basically another version of a mom, except it's a man, she told me.  

A man? What do they do? All the things that a mom does?

Yes, my mom replied, for the most part.

This confused me, because the men that I know, they basically are like big play buddies -- they play with me, or throw toys for me or at me, or they play tag with me -- but I couldn't imagine them taking care of me and doing all the cleaning up that my mom seems to be always doing and buying dog food and stuff like that.  

Anyway, my mom left it at that.  But I still think the other dogs must be sad that they only have a dad, and not a mom.  I imagine they must live in very messy and dirty apartments, and are forced to stay inside all day on sundays and watch tv, instead of going outside to the parks and stuff, and their water bowls are probably always dry because the dad probably never refills it.  And if there's no mom around to tell the dad to walk the dog, then does that mean those dogs never get walked? 

Well, I don't know.

I'm just glad I have a good mom!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>When I go the dog park,</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 20:30:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I just want to play. Sometimes I'll play by myself. Other times I'll try to engage the adult men (2  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just want to play. Sometimes I'll play by myself. Other times I'll try to engage the adult men (2 legs) in play, but it's pretty rare that they chase me or start to run away from me.  Since it's getting cold and windy now, fewer people are bringing their dogs out to the park at all, so sometimes there's no other dogs at all.  So sometimes I end up just playing with a ball, or de-fuzzing a tennis ball, especially if I can find a good spot in a mound of leaves.

There are 2 adult pekingese that I see often at the park. They come together and are usually very serious and aren't interested in playing, with other dogs or tennis balls or grown men.  They told me they are worried about something called stagflation.

What's that?, I asked.  Does it ever come to the dog park?

One of them looked as if he was about to respond, but then he must have changed his mind, because he said nothing.  He sniffed disinterestedly at a spot between the ground and the wall and finally turned his little etched face towards me and said, It's ... complicated, kid -- don't worry about it, it's not coming to the dog park for a while.

Ok, good! I thought.  Then I spotted another tennis ball hiding underneath a bench.  I made a run for it.  Yay! All mine!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I enjoy sleeping.</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 16:04:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I stretch out on my side as if I have rigor mortis. Oftentimes my mom will pick me up while I'm slee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I stretch out on my side as if I have rigor mortis. Oftentimes my mom will pick me up while I'm sleeping, or reposition me, or roll me over, for whatever reason, and I grumble ... grumble ... grumble.  

Sometimes when I get in a particularly deep sleep, the devil taps into me while I'm under the spell, and I twitch and convulse as he uploads his latest program into my little sleeping body.  My mom thinks it's an exorcism, especially when she sees my tongue flickering in and out, but it's actually the opposite.  When I wake up, I feel refreshed and renewed ... and ready for more evil! 

It gives me inspiration.  I am inspired to figure out which mouldings along the entranceway wall have the loosest nails.  Oh fun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The first snow of the year</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 21:20:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>arrived recently. And, the first snow of my life, I should add.  I found it quite interesting, but n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ arrived recently. And, the first snow of my life, I should add.  I found it quite interesting, but not a big deal, really.   To be honest, I don't find anything to be a really big deal.  Except duck. And this roast lamb that the Italian restaurant down the street makes.  It comes on a big bone that you can gnaw on.   And the barolo fig sauce adds richness without heaviness, especially because the lamb is already such a strongly-flavored meat. Yea, it was good.

Anyway, so now that means my mom is looking for booties for my feet.  Most people don't realize that the reason NYC dogs wear boots is not because their precious little paws get cold in the snow, but because the city sprays liquid salt or some kind of acid on the sidewalks.   So, we went to 2 pet stores, but left empty-handed because my mom did not want to pay upwards of $50 for little booties that I am going to outgrow -- I am only 4-1/2 months old right now and I have big plans to get much much bigger!   

Most of the boots look kind of silly and one of my husky comrades at the dog park absolutely hates his booties.  I see him with his ears back and he's in a cantankerous, grumpy mood and he tries to kick off his stupid boots.   My mom says they don't look so bad, they look very rugged and outdoorsy, with a leather-type sole and in a commanding black and red color scheme.  But he thinks they look like pajama slippers because they're too large and the velcro straps annoy him.  As another option, people also sell disposable booties that look like birthday balloons.  They are made of one solid piece of stretchy material, with a narrow opening that stays snug against your leg, and the latex-y material is flexible and lets you move freely, but they have a "I'm wearing plastic bags on my feet" aesthetic that offends my mom's street sensibility, so the search continues...  next we are going to look at some mushing websites for suggestions as to what the *real* sled dogs wear ...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>how much is my dog food?</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 15:39:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My mom finally got me a new kind of dog food. Supposedly it is all organic (which isn't a legal defi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My mom finally got me a new kind of dog food. Supposedly it is all organic (which isn't a legal definition, just a description, so it could mean anything) and is made in the US with ingredients from the US.  The big guy at my doggie day care pointed out that just because the innocuous back-to-basics Chicken & Rice  is labeled as "made in the US", that's no guarantee that the chicken doesn't actually come from, say, China.  So, anyway, my mom paid $2 a pound for the peace of mind that she was feeding me food that was made under the highest standard of food safety & handling.

As I quickly chewed down the kibble, I wondered how much longer could a person spend $2/lb on high-end dog kibble?  (To mention nothing of my duck raw diet, OMG.) We'd met a guy on the street the other day who took the sight of me as a solicitation for puppy-raising advice, and he enthusiastically recommended to my mom that she go to Kmart where she could get a "BIG! bag of food for only $15!"  I'm sure he meant well and his dog probably never died from cancer, and it certainly sounded like a good deal, but we had our suspicions. 

So, I guess that's where my thoughts were leading me -- do the economics make sense?  There are 2 specialty pet stores and 1 discount pet store within a 4 block radius of my home, and their shelves and walls are always teeming with new shipments of products and their aisles so narrow that we usually have to squeeze our way past other customers (and there is usually a cat that hisses at me, just for being curious).  But when daycare is $25-$45/day (and requires a $250 membership fee, at some places), we're talking about a basic cost of living that is pretty high.  Even if we assume that my mom can support this, can the economy at large support this? Can the block support more than 1 specialty pet shop?  (Note to mom: I actually prefer the $375 black messenger-style dog-carrier bag to the $500 reflective Pliner one.)

The central banks of a bunch of countries (including the US) just announced today that they are adding more cash into the system, and US investors immediately took this to be good news ... but then changed their minds over the course of the day when they realized they were not convinced that the worst was over for the struggling credit markets / mortgage crisis.   Looking around, there are many signs that the weak dollar is giving rise to inflation.  Overall, the outlook is more grim now -- yesterday's quarter-point cut decision did not cheer up the market, financials continue to announce more sub-prime losses, and economists surveyed by the WSJ indicate that the risk of recession is rising and some predict an economic slowdown.   

ECONOMIC SLOWDOWN?? What's going to happen to my standard of living, my dog food, my raw diet made of human-grade meats, my friends at the dog park, next year?  Will my mom be able to take me to the dog park with her friend the Starbucks latte in hand, or will she have to actually get up earlier in the morning and brew her own coffee and get a thermal cup thing to carry it in?

Well, I don't have the answers. I have concerns, yes, but I don't have the answers.  I will continue to watch for signs of economic slowdown, from the frontlines of the Manhattan dog world. ooo woooo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>a coffee shop!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Dec 2007 16:55:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>today we were very overjoyed to discover that there is a starbucks near us that allows dogs. or at l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ today we were very overjoyed to discover that there is a starbucks near us that allows dogs. or at least, no one from behind the counter there has told us, "If you would like, you can tie your dog outside."  for a long time, my mom had been troubled by the dilemma of not being able to drink coffee while watching me play in the dog park.  i mean, sure, she can make two separate trips, once to the coffeeshop, and then come back to get me, but that somehow violates the spirit of one fun leisurely morning trip and i am supposed to be a go-everywhere dog.

there's a nice little bakery place near 46th street that has good morning pastries and various pizzas for lunch, that allows dogs. the place is cozy but kind of cramped but on nice days, there is a bench out front if people like to sit out there and share pinches of their pastries with me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Today we went rollerblading</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 8 Dec 2007 16:37:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Cairo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This time, my mom didn't fall down at all. It also wasn't 20-something degrees and dark and windy ou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This time, my mom didn't fall down at all. It also wasn't 20-something degrees and dark and windy outside.   That time, she was very wobbly on her rollerblades, since she hadn't strapped on a pair of rollerblades in close to 5? years.  She was really excited about finding a pair on Craigslist for only $40 in just her size! so she wanted to rush out and try them out right away.  Anyway, she put a cheap blue harness on me but kept the leash attached to my collar, and I think she was using my neck for balance.  We were in the bicycling/rollerblading lane (as opposed to the run-walking lane) and I'm sure we inconvenienced several bicyclists behind us who knew what they were doing.  I didn't really understand the rollerblades and at one point I decided to attack them and bite the shoelaces as we were moving, but my mom fell down and got mad at me.   A passing bicyclist stopped and asked if we were ok and told my mom to be careful.   

But this time, things made more sense and we were able to pick up some speed on a good stretch of the trail.  The intersections are really annoying because I don't like to slow down and stop.]]></content:encoded>
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