Anchundia and Family

ANCHUNDIA - PICTORIAL DIARY

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May 28, 2009
The pups are 9 weeks & 6 days old.

VIDEO

"Hmmm. I wonder if Jeremy will notice if I pull some of those whiskers out," says the sneaky Anchundia. "Hehe. I didn't do it!" Anchundia claims as her nose gets longer. "What a life," dreams Anchundia, "My own personal masseuse, Jeremy, and I get to sit in his lap, too!"

"It's such a shame Jeremy thinks I'm actually ever going to move from this spot," Anchundia chuckles. "I only blend with the carpet because the carpet is dirty," comments Anchundia. "You put the front paws down," sings Anchundia. "You lift the back paws up, and you shake them all about. There is nothing hokey-pokey about it when it's done by a Siberian."

"I dig, and I dig, and nothing moves," Anchundia grumbles. A dear out of season Anchundia asks, "If I win the stare-down, Carl, what do I win?"

"Stop, Anchundia!" Carl laughs. "You hit my funny bone!" "Am I not the most beautiful dog you ever saw in your life?" Anchundia brags. "Oh, come on, Lukas," says Luis disgustingly. "You're supposed to wait until he lifts the towel before charging!"

"Oh, please pick me up," Luis begs, "I promise I will be a good boy." Note the skepticism in Jeremy's face. "Excuse me, Luis," Lukas taps. "May I have a chew, please?" "She's in la-la land anyway," whispers Luis. "I don't think she'll notice if I only crunch on one toe."

Around & around she goes. Where she will stop, nobody knows. "Ha ha ha, Luis," laughs Anchundia. "Do you REALLY think you're taller, faster, and wiser than I am? Try jumping on the couch first. I'll be here faster than you can say 'rawhide flip.'" "You're it!" Anchundia tags Luis.

"Oh, my," squeals Luis. "My mother has become the Pounce Queen of the East!" "And this move is called The Pounce, Luis," teaches Anchundia. "Hmmm," salivates Luis. "I wonder if I can at the speed of light dive into that treat jar over there before they know I struck."

The Tumbleweed Boys LUKAS: I surrender!
LUIS: Nope. I think you're a con dog. I don't see you waving a white flag! "Follow the leader, Luis," directs Lukas.

Where does one puppy end and the other one start? "Luis, watch and learn. This is our new magic trick," teaches Lukas. "You pull that end. I'll pull this end. Eventually the towel will become two towels! We should get an A in multiplication!" "Oh, boy, Lukas," says Luis. "Get a whiff of this shoe! The smellier, the chewier. Don't you think so?"

"I wonder what's under here, Luis," Lukas notes as he sniffs beneath Jeremy's shoe. "Did I do that?" asks Steve Urkel -- I mean, Lukas. "Hey," Lukas wonders. "What language is that I hear, that 'Meow' sound"?

Lukas, running from the Anchundia law "Wow! A towel," squeals Lukas with delight. "That was so nice of them to give me such a soft & chewy present." Stretch those legs!

The Leaning Tower of Lukas "I've got to bury this stuffed husky before they know it's missing," Lukas reveals as he searches for burial ground. "Water bowl! That's what summer is all about," says the splishy-splashy Luis.

He's handsome, and he knows it. "Catch me if you can," chortles Luis. "And you can't!" Luis, the Pointer. (Of course, he only points at those things at which all good Siberians would point.)

"That has to be the smallest treat in the world," complains Luis. "Is it called genocide if my victim is a stuffed husky?" wonders Luis. "Whatever I may be, I am not a rear-view mirror," Luis announces.

When one first gets here, they have to learn things, such as the difference between a toy and one's own foot. Versatility "Not another step," Luis directs. "This is my WMD stockpile."

"I think I'll wear the red toy today," Luis chooses. "It complements my coat well." "Uh-oh," Luis stops. "There's that camera just when I have gotten one tooth in the toy." "It's so hard to decide," says the confused Luis, "which one to chew on first!"

"The British are coming. The British are coming," warns the galloping Luis.


"Hmmm. I wonder if Jeremy will notice if I pull some of those whiskers out," says the sneaky Anchundia.	"Hehe. I didn't do it!" Anchundia claims as her nose gets longer.	"What a life," dreams Anchundia, "My own personal masseuse, Jeremy, and I get to sit in his lap, too!"

"It's such a shame Jeremy thinks I'm actually ever going to move from this spot," Anchundia chuckles.	"I only blend with the carpet because the carpet is dirty," comments Anchundia.	"You put the front paws down," sings Anchundia. "You lift the back paws up, and you shake them all about. There is nothing hokey-pokey about it when it's done by a Siberian."

"I dig, and I dig, and nothing moves," Anchundia grumbles.	A dear out of season	Anchundia asks, "If I win the stare-down, Carl, what do I win?"

"Stop, Anchundia!" Carl laughs. "You hit my funny bone!"	"Am I not the most beautiful dog you ever saw in your life?" Anchundia brags.	"Oh, come on, Lukas," says Luis disgustingly. "You're supposed to wait until he lifts the towel before charging!"

"Oh, please pick me up," Luis begs, "I promise I will be a good boy." Note the skepticism in Jeremy's face.	"Excuse me, Luis," Lukas taps. "May I have a chew, please?"	"She's in la-la land anyway," whispers Luis. "I don't think she'll notice if I only crunch on one toe."

Around & around she goes. Where she will stop, nobody knows.	"Ha ha ha, Luis," laughs Anchundia. "Do you REALLY think you're taller, faster, and wiser than I am? Try jumping on the couch first. I'll be here faster than you can say 'rawhide flip.'"	"You're it!" Anchundia tags Luis.

"Oh, my," squeals Luis. "My mother has become the Pounce Queen of the East!"	"And this move is called The Pounce, Luis," teaches Anchundia.	"Hmmm," salivates Luis. "I wonder if I can at the speed of light dive into that treat jar over there before they know I struck."

The Tumbleweed Boys	LUKAS: I surrender! LUIS: Nope. I think you're a con dog. I don't see you waving a white flag!	"Follow the leader, Luis," directs Lukas.

Where does one puppy end and the other one start?	"Luis, watch and learn. This is our new magic trick," teaches Lukas. "You pull that end. I'll pull this end. Eventually the towel will become two towels! We should get an A in multiplication!"	"Oh, boy, Lukas," says Luis. "Get a whiff of this shoe! The smellier, the chewier. Don't you think so?"

"I wonder what's under here, Luis," Lukas notes as he sniffs beneath Jeremy's shoe.	"Did I do that?" asks Steve Urkel -- I mean, Lukas.	"Hey," Lukas wonders. "What language is that I hear, that 'Meow' sound"?

Lukas, running from the Anchundia law	"Wow! A towel," squeals Lukas with delight. "That was so nice of them to give me such a soft & chewy present."	Stretch those legs!

The Leaning Tower of Lukas	"I've got to bury this stuffed husky before they know it's missing," Lukas reveals as he searches for burial ground.	"Water bowl! That's what summer is all about," says the splishy-splashy Luis.

He's handsome, and he knows it.	"Catch me if you can," chortles Luis. "And you can't!"	Luis, the Pointer. (Of course, he only points at those things at which all good Siberians would point.)

"That has to be the smallest treat in the world," complains Luis.	"Is it called genocide if my victim is a stuffed husky?" wonders Luis.	"Whatever I may be, I am not a rear-view mirror," Luis announces.

When one first gets here, they have to learn things, such as the difference between a toy and one's own foot.	Versatility	"Not another step," Luis directs. "This is my WMD stockpile."

"I think I'll wear the red toy today," Luis chooses. "It complements my coat well."	"Uh-oh," Luis stops. "There's that camera just when I have gotten one tooth in the toy."	"It's so hard to decide," says the confused Luis, "which one to chew on first!"

"The British are coming. The British are coming," warns the galloping Luis.