MUST I GO ON STRIKE???

Okay, I have a serious situation. One of my humans has left the country. Do I go on strike? Refuse to learn any new tricks? Refuse to remain house trained? Wake the remaining human each hour throughout the night?  Eat shoes?  Cry?  Tear apart the house?  Please advise....
Missing the one who lets me get-away-with-everything!

--Zukka

I LOVE MY HUMANS!!!

Oh, I love my Dani!
Love my Dani. Really love my Dani!!!

Carrot Hunting...

I did it. I finally went carrot hunting and caught a carrot of my very own.
(My human's sister Anne will be happy to see that I have the carrot hunting instinct.)


I love carrots--love them. They taste best when eaten beside a human.

Ohhh, What a Day!

Oh where they took me and ohhhh how I played!



Best things about Sunday....
1. Played with other dogs: BIG DOGS!
2. Now allowed to go free in the dog park. 
3. Spent day trying to eat things I am not supposed to eat.



4. After a long day or jumping (and biting), and digging (and biting), and meeting new dogs (and biting), they gave me a warm bath. It's not that my humans took me to the spa, it is more like they brought the spa to me....



Greatest things about spa day:
1. Bathed in cucumber milk.
2. Lathered self in fango and creams by La Prairie ... Was it only a dream? My fur has never felt so fresh...and just look at my paws....



I feel rested now... so then, where was that dog park again?

FAMILY DAY....

Saturday was family day.... I got to see my sister for the first time in weeks.
We followed our mother, Mina, around most of the day.

And my mother let me share a stick with her....


And then she tried to teach us how to jump....


Wow! She can really jump! She can probably jump better and higher than any lion in Africa!


By the end of the day, I couldn't help but wonder, am I really going to grow to be as big as you Mom? Mina is really big!

ANOTHER BONE?

Without a doubt, Argentina is the greatest country for dogs...

BONE?

Who said life isn't black and white?

Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming all of it? Mmnnn, meat. Don't wake up, don't wake up! Mmmnn, meat. Lion meat? Mmmmn, lion. Meat. Don't wake up, please don't wake up yet. Mmmnnn. Bone. Dream a little longer, just 5 more minutes.... Mmmmn. Good dream. Great Dream. Meat. More meat. (Lion? Lion meat?) Mmmmn. Good dream. Good lion.

Sleep

Sleep.... Sleeppppp.  It is wonderful!

Hunting Lions makes one tired!

It has been two weeks since I arrived at my new home. As far as captivity goes, it isn't so bad. In fact, I really like it here! It isn't Africa, there are no monkeys, no tigers, no open fields, but my humans are fun... they even let me up on the bed sometimes--though, before I arrived, Dani swore he never would. (I think he likes me!) And they got me a lion--my very own lion. In fact, my first day here, they taught me (well, they think they taught me) how to hunt lions. It has been two weeks, and I have soooo much to tell. I learn more each day.... but for now, I am too tired to speak about it all. Oh, I am tired... really tired...so very, very tired. Ruff. Ruff. Wow, wow... zzzzzzzz......