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Call me Samoa!

Doxies Cycling!

I had some great news today! I am going to get some Doxies Cycling! It must be a special gift for being such a superior dog. Mama called and lunchtime and said she had spoken to the vet (they are WILD about me there!) and they said I had "an elevated count" and need to have these Doxies Cycling! Elevated means High! I know that - I looked it up in Max Bellini's Dictionary (he owns all the books in our house) So obviously this is some kind of award!

Wow! I'll bet Doxies Cycling is a great act! I guess it is on DVD, or maybe the Doxies themselves will come over and perform! Three Times a Day, said Mama!

I hope we have some popcorn. This is going to be a blast!

Samoa!

A Festive Airborne Trip Aboard a Flying Reindeer!

As my dear Sister Big Savvy has described, some of the Reindeer who are travelling with us have offered to give us flying Reindeer Back Rides. (A Caution: Do NOT describe them as "piggy back rides!")

I took the opportunity for an airborne reconnoisance of the area we are travelling through. With this means, I can clearly see if there are any Cheney's or Cheney Bots in the area.

However! I had not counted on the excitement of the ride itself being such a thrill. Briefly, my mind was distracted from my duties of guarding against Cheney attack by the thrilling jump and leap of the deer and the brisk cold wind blowing my ears and fur back.

Obviously, they warm themselves with Peppermint Schnapps - the odor of it is unmistakable as you fly along over the piney forests and frozen plains of the Arctic. My particular Reindeer, who calls himself Bupetty, was a very athletic young male who has prospects of making Santa's Team this year. For a Reindeer this is like competing in the Olympics, and he is VERY excited. He showed off with a couple of fur raising dips and twirls that made me happy to get back on the ground in one piece.

After lunch and a Nap, I may try another flight. Perhaps on one of the pretty lady reindeers. Don't want to try those barrel rolls on a full stomach!

Your pal, Samoa!

Inebriated Reindeer?

My good buddy and brother in law Demon Flash Bandit has a theory and it is a good one. He suggests that the Canadian Mounties drew that line in order to run sobriety tests for tipsy Reindeer. It is a possibility since a number of them flew over the camp last night and it is evident that they have been partaking of SOMETHING.

Perhaps they are just partying with the Chihoohaas, who also seem mostly laid up this morning. A bundle of them are fast asleep and smelling of peppermint under the central tent. They are in the way of the cocoa heater, so I will have to move them before the cook can stir us up some morning oaties.

However - I am still wondering about the apparent length of the line. Several of the Beaver Patrol went out along it last night - they report that it extends for miles! Would it be necessary to make the Reindeer walk that far? Or maybe they fly over it?

And how does Dick Cheney fit into this scenario? I am sure he is around here somewhere. One of the Beavers claims to have seen a stout man clad all in white lurking around the edges of a nearby spruce forest. The reason we suspect that may have been Cheney is that the Beaver reports a decided smell of sulphur in the area, spoiling the lovely piney scent of the trees.

Don't worry, though. I am on to him. I will report back as I uncover more of his plot!

Samoa. Ever Watchful!