I'm OK!

Well, I got home from my fixing yesterday evening.

I felt kinda funny when I came home and was a bit tired.

But I was finding it really difficult to get comfortable...especially with Canyon sniffing me, apparently the V.E.T office has interesting smells.
This position was a bit more comfortable...
This is why that was the most comfortable. Look what they did to my belly! Khyra, I asked mom to tell me what color my stitches are but it was closed-up so nicely she couldn't tell. She did tell me Biloxi's and Meadow's were purple so I'm guessing that's what color mine are too.

I was so happy to see mom when I walked into the exam room. When we got home mom told dad that the V.E.T. said I was a "lively one". I squirmed around a lot when they were trying to give me that shot to make me go to sleep so I could be fixed. I still haven't figured out what was wrong with me, but I guess I don't feel too bad...

Temporarily suspended zoomies, Brook

Royal Abuse

This is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO not what I signed up for....

I tried to tell her I wasn't a princess!

PLEASE HELP ME!

Puppy slurps, Canyon

More Whining....

Hey Pups!

This have been really awful around here lately. Mom's been sick for a few days which meant all she did was sleep and not give us extra attention. I rained most of Friday and Saturday and we even had a tornado watch yesterday. Dad's leaving again for another business trip tomorrow. The exterminator is coming tomorrow morning to "take care of the ants."

Worst of all, I am not being treating fairly in MY KINGDOM! The first evidence I have of this is the following picture...Can you believe all this princess junk in MY food dish???? And the biped left it there all day! I mean, did the little biped think my food dish made a good throne for Cinderella???

The next situation is the one I find extremely disturbing. Canyon and Meadow got into a fight yet again over something stupid. To not go into tomany details, Mom figured out what caused it again and the humans are working to help Canyon and Meadow to behave better. Mom told me I'm the good one and I don't need to learn anything else. Well, one of the new routines is that Canyon and Meadow have to be in a "down" at food time or in their crates. We were practicing the down, stay which Canyon and I know, but Meadow still needs to learn this. I kept getting distracted by the TV and other thoughts...Khyra, Holly, Storms, Ammy, Eva, Meeshka, Frankie Girl...and all of a sudden I heard dad say "put Sky in his crate if he's not going to listen"

WHAT?????? Are you kidding me??? Me, the King of Huskies, does NOT get crated. This is an abomination! I haven't been crated since I was a puppy. I've earned my place out of the crate by being trustworthy in the house. I made it difficult for mom to get me in there by dragging my feet. She had to slide me across the floor. I wasn't going in without a fight. They gave me some crap about making an example out of me. What? An example of torture???I was secrectly plotting my escape. I was thinking that pin could have been slid out with my tongue...Then I just laid down and gave mom my best cranky face. You know what she did??? She laughed at me. Apparently there was something funny in the fact that I laid diagonal across the crate and put my tail up in the air in the corner. She even called dad over so he could laugh at me too. She tried to cover it up by saying she was laughing because I was cute. Yeah, right, whatever Mom!

I am so NOT amused with this situation. I have awards to accept, but quite frankly I am just not in the mood to do that tonight!

Kisses, KING Sky boy

My Weekend

Hey Pups!

It was a bewootiful fall weekend here in Pennsylvania....just not inside my house!

Mom, Dad and the little biped went with Grandma and PawPaw to Merryland. They went to look at lighthouses. They participated in the 2008 Maryland Lighthouse Challenge. They had to see 10 lighthouse in 2 days to complete the challenge and they did it!

Here are some pics from their excursion...

Drum Point

Piney Point

Everyone at Fort Washington

Concord Point

Cove Point

Meanwhile, back at the ranch.....

I had to deal with the shooting poo twins. Yep, you got it, Canyon (KC, ha ha, yeah right, more like Klutz Canyon) and Sunshine Meadow were sick. They got some kind of doggy flu that gave them the amazing shooting poo. The house stank all weekend. I felt really bad for our teenage dogsitter that she had to clean up their messes. Mom and Dad made sure they paid her extra for having to deal with all of their "crap".

The good news is they are feeling better and after a few meals of burger and rice things are starting to be back to normal.


I promise later this week I will catch up on the blog awards we've won!


Kisses, King (yes, still the King) Sky boy

This Sucks!

Need I say more???

TTFN, Meadow

Pee Ess: Please click on our fundraising page on the left sidebar. We are doing the hike at the Hike N' Howl in Memory of Kelsey Ann. I never knew her but I have heard nothing but good things about how much she was loved by my new mom and dad and all of MaPaw.

Mom has the Itchies!

Hey Pups!

Mom has been neglecting our blog a bit lately. Something about having poison ivy and benny-drill making her sleepy. I don't buy it....I just think she's being lazy and neglecting us again. I did claw her into getting this video of us uploaded to you tube (ignore the little biped's Veggie Tales music in the background).



Dad got his new car on Friday night. If I can convince Mom, I'll get some pics of me checking it out tomorrow!

Kisses, King Sky boy

Pee Ess: Meeshka's week of blogs starts tomorrow!

Pee Ess Ess: Everyone in the sights of Gustav please be safe!!!!

Thursday's Activity

Hey Pups,

Canyon and I had an experience on Thursday night which I hope not to repeat anytime soon. Here we are in the SibeVibe going for a ride.

Everything was great until we got to the V-E-T. Here's what I had to say about that.

Canyon was looking for a way out.

Canyon got away with only one shot and I had to get two. But, we're both OK and in great shape.

Kisses, Sky boy

P. S. Khyra won the squeeky fish with her correct answer to the last trivia question. The Kapp Pack's favorite baseball team is the Cubs.

The little biped was pretty tired when this picture was taken. So she is falling asleep on Dad's shoulder.

The Abuse I Put Up With

Hi, Canyon here.

I mentioned the other day that I haven't gotten too much time on the blog lately, but Kelsey Ann, Sky, and Biloxi figured since there were 48 posts to be put up today, I should get my time with it too. I wanted to tell you about the abuse I have to put up with in this house as the Omega (although with Biloxi here, I've been temporarily promoted). Here's some video (sorry for the brightness level) documenting the abuse.




Is this the way all big brothers act towards their little brothers, or am I the only one? Life isn't fair...

Puppy slurps, Canyon

U-TEE-EYE and Taste Test

Hey Everydoggy,

I think I was jinxed by my visit to the V-E-T last week. On Wednesday I started having accidents in the house and it took dad until Saturday to call mom in Florida to find out what to do.....duh.....FIX ME! Well, mom talked to Dr. Horst on Sunday and he said to bring a pee sample in on Monday morning. Um, that ought to be interesting.....

Flash forward to Monday morning, Dad takes us outside and as I'm just starting to pee he sticks this bowl under my butt.....I gave him a "What the he** are you doing?" look. When mom came home last night she let me out of my crate. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you all, they've been crating me because they don't want me peeing all over their precious floor. They've taken all my beds away too! Mom then told me Dr. Horst said I have a U-TEE-EYE and could take some pills for it.

Last night I made it through sleeping without having any accidents. Medicine must be working already! I even slept in and didn't bother mom to let me out until she was done with her shower and ready to go to work. I'm usually bugging her as soon as the alarm clock goes off!

The really bad part of all of this is what happened Sunday afternoon after dad brought mom and the little biped home from the airport. I peed in the crate and dad said I stank so this was the scene in the front yard.....HOW HUMILIATING!

Now onto happier news....MayaMarie's mom has been talking about starting a doggy biscuit bakery business and we got to be some of the official taste testers. There were three kinds for us to try: Pumpkin Oat, Banana blueberry, and Three Cheese. All of them were very yummy....and we took turns while the little biped fed us....

Wait your turn, Sky! Please, Please let me have some more!


Hugs and yummy biscuits!!! Who could want more?????

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

V-E-T; bloodwork

Mom and the little biped are away to DisneyWorld (the trip was a birthday present to the Little Biped and Mommy's Day/Birthday present for Mom since her birthday is next week). So Dad's been taking care of us. I've been clawing at him for two days to get this written. Some work he's doing in taking care of us...

He thinks taking care of us is a visit to the V-E-T. Mom never does that when Dad's away on his business trips. But, Dad took me. The boys got to stay home. Here I think that I'm getting a special treat by going for a ride in the car, but NOOOOOOOOO - the V-E-T!!!

It started out OK with getting my weight checked. Then I go back to the exam room and that's when it got ugly. The technician stuck something in my bumhole. It was cold and I DID NOT LIKE THAT! Nosir, notforme! Then she left me and Dad alone. The V-E-T came in after a little wait. He's nice and I like him because he gives me medicine that makes my joints hurt less. I didn't know why I was there because I had a hard time hearing him and Dad. They watched me walk around some. Then Dad starts to show him my foot. It's been hurting some and I've been limping so one of my toenails wasn't wearing like the rest. I don't know why it hurts, but I suppose the V-E-T was trying to figure that out. He did trim my toenail and it bled like mad. Next, I got a bandaid wrapped around my foot.

(Dad here, the vet told me that it might just be a lump, but it could also be a bone cyst or tumor. We're going to keep an eye on it for a few weeks and if it changes, Kelsey's going back in for x-rays).

Kelsey here again... well now that Dad wrote what that, I know why the V-E-T was looking at my foot. I hope it's nothing. Then he got me up on the table and started to slip something like a large rubber band over my leg. This might have been OK. But then --- UH-OH! NEEDLE! Nosir, notforme! So, I bit Dad in the arm. Next thing I know, I've got a muzzle on and that nasty technician who stuck something in my bumhole is back. So, I did what any self-respecting lady would do. I tried to jump off the table to run away. It was tough with Dad and the technician holding me. The V-E-T stuck another needle in my other leg because he didn't get any blood the first time. No luck there either, so a third needle went in my neck...

I was not happy. I was starting to feel pretty bad too with three needle sticks, a bleeding toenail, and a sore bumhole. The V-E-T lowered the table and I jumped off, slipped on the vinyl floor, and fell down. Dad ended up having to carry me to the car because I was too sore to walk. He gave me a tramadol when we got home and I had to yell at Canyon several times because he wouldn't leave me alone. Later that night, the phone rang. I read the text message Dad sent to Mom and the bloodwork that the V-E-T did was all OK which means I don't have to switch off the rimadyl.

Well, its two days later and I feel better today. No more field trips with Dad. Thank woo very much for letting me stay home, Dad.

Woo-woo, Kelsey Ann

Mounting Evidence

Hey Pups!

I've been bugging Mom and Dad to tell you about this for several days, but they were too busy this weekend with yard work, house cleaning, a trip to the tree and garden store to buy a rose bush (one was lost in an ice storm this winter), and a local high school's production of Beauty and the Beast (this picture is of Belle and the little biped in her Cinderella dress when they went to Disney World in January).

On Friday night, I told you about Sky attacking me. Saturday morning this is the condition I was in...

I walked around the house crying and making a huge deal about my sore right leg. They gave me some aspirin in peanut butter with my breakfast - then I threw up on the little biped's feet. I figured pretending to be hurt wasn't worth it if that was the reaction I was going to get from the medicine so my leg healed up pretty quickly.


Puppy Slurps, Canyon

Pee Ess: ECHO, Siberian-at-Law, please review this as furthur evidence for my case!

No Bed Privileges

I've lost my bed privileges tonight. Normally, when Dad is away, I sleep stretched out in his spot. When he's home, I sleep on Mom's feet. It's raining here tonight, so it's a teensy bit muddy out. Sky and I went outside when Dad took laundry downstairs (we think whenever someone is going to the basement, we get to head out the backdoor from the walk-out basement to the dog yard). Sky was really mean to me. He attacked me and rolled me in the dirt. When we came in, Dad made us both sit and stay while he got one of the old towels from the closet to wipe our feet. I had mud on my feet, legs, belly and back because that big meany, Sky, rolled me around in the MUD. When we came back upstairs Dad told Mom: "Dirty dog lost his bed privileges for the night." So, now, I'm dictating to Dad while laying by the door to the garage (that's where the steps go to the basement), hoping that I can go back out in the rain to try to get the dirt washed off so that I'll be clean. Surely, Mom and Dad will let me get in the bed once I'm clean; what bipeds wouldn't want a wet dog in bed with them? If I don't convince them I'll just wait until they fall asleep then pounce on the bed to take my spot! Oh no, got to go, Sky's coming and he looks like he wants to hurt me again. ECHO, Siberian at Law, I NEED YOUR HELP!

Puppy slurps, Canyon...

... I don't want to hurt him - I just wanted to chase that stupid mutt away from the computer so I could tell you why he deserved to get knocked down and rolled in the mud. When you are as stupid as he is, you deserve to be punished and lose some privileges and I'm just the dog to open a can of whoop-a** on him. Mom came home from work early today so he thought he was in trouble. He got all guilty looking, ears back, tail tucked between his legs, and rolled over on his back submissively, causing Mom to spend 10 minutes walking around the house looking for whatever it was that Canyon broke, destroyed, mutilated, tipped over or chewed up. Of course she found nothing, because he had done nothing. But, he's too stupid to realize he didn't do anything wrong. Because of this, Mom ended up getting started on her rose bush trimming 10 minutes later than she planned. This is why Canyon deserved to get what he got.

Kisses, Sky...

... Okay, it's the referee's turn. I didn't see any of it happen. When Mom came home from work, I was asleep on my throne. When they went outside; I was asleep on my throne; but it's my job as referee to determine who wins the fight. Sky wins because Canyon is annoying. Off to the closet I go....it's thunderstorming!

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

Arch Nemesis Returns

Hey Everydoggy,

I would like to share some bad and good news with you all. I'll start with the tragic news.

A few weeks ago, Mom noticed that the hoses on the vacuum cleaner were torn. She and Dad had to take it to the service center at the retailer for repairs. Four years ago when they got the vacuum, they also got the service plan. This means this repair was covered. When Dad dropped it off, he even talked the man at the store into replacing the electrical cord Canyon had chewed when he was a dumb puppy(Dad repaired it so it was safe, but it was held together with wire nuts and electrical tape).

We were really enjoying the house as it started to fill up with husky hair over the last two weeks, but today the Dyson returned. So, tonight we all had to run away when Mom started it up to clean up the floors. What a downer...

The good news is that I got a Royal Red Carpet since I'm the Queen! Dr. Horst had suggested carpet runners may be helpful to me on the hardwood floors. Mom thought she would test this theory and bought a runner for the hallway and one to put at my food dish so that I won't slip when I'm eating. The one at the food dish is my Royal Red Carpet. Here's a picture.

You can see I am not totally convinced of this theory yet. Mom says in time I will get used to my carpet and put all my feety feet on it.

More good news! I overheard mom and dad talking about taking the little biped somewhere special tomorrow. They are taking her to see something that only happens during this time of year. They also talked about taking me along because they said "Kelsey is the least prey-driven of all of them and the other two got to go to the playdate two weeks ago". Woo Hoo! Car ride! Hmmm...I wonder what we are going to see that mom and dad would have to worry about us hunting prey????? Any ideas????

Until tomorrow, Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

(dreaming tonight of bunnies, opossums and other little furry things. Yum!)

Girly Boy!

Hey Everydoggy!

I can hardly contain myself. Wait until you see the pictures of what the annoying one, um, I mean, Canyon, had to endure at the hands of the little biped yesterday. I was in the bedroom sleeping on my throne, but my loyal subject, Sky, made sure he came and told me about it. The little biped decided to "paint" Canyon's toenails. It guess that's what he gets for following her around all the time....must be his labrador instinct coming out.

Look at this......it's even pink!

And he just laid there....

He definitely needs some HULA lessons. No self-respecting husky would allow that to happen.

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

(it's just too bad the polish wasn't real)

Little Biped Torture

No, I'm not torturing her - she's been torturing me and Sky for a few days now. Kelsey is supposed to be the queen and protect her loyal subjects, but instead she's been sleeping most of the time and laughing at us during the brief moments when she is awake.
Here's pictures of the torture in action:

This blanket is supposed to be for the baby in the lower right-paw corner.

Attemping a Vulcan mind-meld

Sending dinosaurs in attack mode - they're really loud and scary

My reindeer tug-a-war toy in little biped prison

Won't someone please help me instead of taking pictures

I'm so sad - PLEASE HELP ME GET MY TOY

Yay, I got it back. Thanks, Mom!

Now, it's time for some payback.

Puppy slurps, Canyon(I am not annoying)

BTW- Kelsey Ann asked me to thank everyone for the kind words and well wishes for her Kelsey Ann-iversary.

Not only a gift but a life too!

Hello Everydoggy! Our mom got this on one of her email lists and wanted to share with everyone as a holiday reminder......BIPED TISSUE ALERT!

A DOG IS FOR LIFE - NOT JUST FOR CHRISTMAS!

Twas the nite before Xmas when all thru the house

Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care

In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there.

The children all nestled all snug in their beds

With No thought of the dog filling their head

And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap

Knew the dog was cold, but didn't care about that.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter

Away to the window I flew like a flash

Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

But Santa Clause with eyes full of tears

He unchained the dog once so lively and quick

Last years Xmas present now painfully sick

More rapid than eagles he called the dogs name

And the dog ran to him despite all his pain.

Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen

On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen

To the top of the porch to the top of the wall

Let's find this dog a home where he will be loved by all.

I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year

For Santa had made one thing quite clear

The gift of a dog is not just for the season

We had gotten the dog for all the wrong reasons.

In our haste to think of the kids a gift

There was one important thing we missed

A dog should be family, and cared for the same

You don't give a Gift, then put it on a chain.

And I heard him explain as he rode out of site

YOU WEREN'T GIVEN A GIFT YOU WERE GIVEN A LIFE!

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann, Sky and Canyon

Please Vote for Me!!!!

Hi Pups!

It's me Canyon. I get the privilege of posting today because I am a contestant in the MaPaw Siberian Husky Rescue Howl-O-Ween photo contest. Please visit the Photo Contest Blog and vote for me- Canyon-Mouse!!!! I will get to be in the MaPaw calendar and I will also get a secret surprise for winning. This is my entry into the contest (it was the little biped's idea of funny).

Please vote for me so I have something to show for this humiliation!!!!!

Puppy Slurps, Canyon

I'm confused

Hello Everydoggy!



I just want to inquire about one thing....is there something wrong with licking your leg incessantly??????? My mom seems to think so and used her pet first aid stuff on me tonight!

I am not a racehorse!!! and blue is not my color!!!

Woo woooooo, Kelsey Ann

Howliday Photo Contest

Hello Everydoggy!

This Halloween, MaPaw Siberian Husky Rescue is having a photo contest. They will be accepting entries starting now until October 23, 2007. All entries will be posted to the MaPaw photo contest blog. Entries should be sent to mapawcontest@gmail.com. Voting will start on October 24, 2007 and will continue until October 30, 2007. The winner will be announced on Halloween and there is a VERY exciting prize for the winner! That is being kept a hush, hush secret. I do know though, that the winner will get their picture in the annual MaPaw calendar.

I am a past winner of one of MaPaw's costume photo contests with this awful picture!

So come on, join me in the TORTURE!!!!!!!! Happy Almost Halloween!

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

(I wish the weather would be more like Halloween)

Interview by Lola

Recently, we told Ferndoggle we would like to be interviewed. Lola chose to interview Sky because she thinks he is very handsome. Here's her questions and his responses.1. You are just like Frank Sinatra with those big blue eyes. Do you have a hard time fighting off the ladies? What is your favorite Frank Sinatra song?

The ladies I have the most contact with are Kelsey, Mom and the little biped. Kelsey mostly stays to herself on her throne so I really don't have an issue there. The only time I try to fight off attention from Mom is when she comes after me with the evil torture device, the Furminator. As for the little biped, she likes to sit on me, pull my tail, pull my ears and provide other general torture; Mom and Dad have been making her sit in a lot of timeouts lately so that she learns that it is a bad choice to pick on us doggies. She's been getting better at it and life is getting easier. When I do get to go out to meet and greets with MaPaw, I'm happy to get attention from everyone, so I don't fight off attention then either.
My favorite Frank Sinatra song is Mama Will Bark.

2. I noticed you have a habit of licking metal stuff. Does the metal at your house taste like chicken?

No, it tastes like metal. Don't tell the humans, but I do it just to keep them guessing.

3. We know Kelsey thinks Canyon is the "Annoying One", but how do you like your little brother?

I don't have a problem with him; Kelsey finds him to be annoying because he jumps all over her when we are coming up the steps, going down the steps, going out, coming in, waking up, going to bed, and pretty much all the time. He just wants to play. So, when he comes after me, I "play." Canyon gets knocked down and I grab him by the scruff of the neck. Most evenings we do this over and over again. I actually find it to be fun. She thinks that she's above playing; so she comes out and thinks she's the referee and that's the end of our play. She gets annoyed when he tries to play without first asking properly. She expects him to approach her like a loyal subject would to a "queen" (i.e. in a play bow) and grovel for permission to play. I suppose that Canyon and I are more of the pack mentality than Kelsey is. We know that puppies learn to hunt by playing with the alpha. Don't get me wrong - Kelsey doesn't disagree with the pack mentality; she disagrees with Canyon acting like a puppy when he's grown larger than her.

4. Living in Central PA, do you find a conflict choosing the Steelers over the Eagles? I personally don't see a real conflict because the Eagles are stinky and the Steelers are PAWSOME, but which team do you prefer? There's a second football team in Pennsylvania? I've never heard of these Eagles that you speak of. Who are they? Maybe they're one of those pretend football teams (the ones that play on the little field that's indoors) like the one that the 80's hair band rock star owns (if you don't know who I'm talking about here's a few clues - his band is named for him, he's from New Jersey, one of his albums was named after a street sign, and now he thinks he's a country singer)... If they are a real football team, I only have one other question about them. Figure out the answer to this question and you'll know who the better team is. The Steelers have won 5 Super Bowls. How many have the Eagles won?

5. I don't really know any Huskies, pawsonally. Could you tell me a little bit about your breed? What kind of challenges does a new Husky owner face?

I'm glad that you asked about this, Lola. Our breed characteristics can be challenges in and of themselves.

Challenge #1 - training: Huskies are very independent. We don't like to follow instructions, but we can be trained. Kelsey was trained with a choke collar; I was trained with a shock collar; Canyon was simpler to train because he's part lab. Even after we've been trained we still tend to ignore commands that we don't want to follow at that moment.

Challenge #2 - containment: We were bred by the ancients to run and pull sleds. Because of this, we don't know what a territory is and will run if we are left out without some kind of containment system. For some huskies, even sub-terrain radio fences won't even do the job. We must be taken out on leashes, placed in a secure dog run, or fenced in a secure area at all times.

Challenge #3 - pack-oriented: Many huskies have a separation anxiety due to our strong sense of pack orientation. Huskies with this problem can be very destructive to human property when left alone. This a lot of times can be easily solved by having more than one of us.

Challenge #4 - energy: This relates to our breeding just like the containment issue. We were bred to run as I stated above. Due to this we have a lot of energy that we need to use. One of the foster dogs, Dobbs, that we took care of (pre-Canyon) used to do laps around the top of the sectional couch after being in his crate all day.

Challenge #5 - medical issues: Many huskies are prone to eye issues and allergies. The good news is that its all easily treatable when diagnosed early.

Challenge #6 - prey drive: Huskies are very closely related to wolves. We are very good at killing small animals which find their way into our fences or homes. This includes rabbits, possums, birds and cats.

Challenge #7 - fur: We have two coats. We shed. A LOT. 'Nuf said.

Although this seems like a lot to be concerned about, we are excellent dogs to have as companions to humans if the humans understand our energy level and the need to protect ourselves from our instinct to run. We love to be near our humans; we love little biped humans and are very tolerant of them; we love to keep our humans healthy by taking them for walks; if you're hungry, we'll bring you some freshly killed rabbit; we've got beautiful eyes and coats; with proper training and lots of patience, we'll listen pretty well; for a large breed, we live long lives; and best of all, we're don't make a lot of noise dogs(well, at least some of us don't, Kelsey can woo woo with the best of them!).

Now it's my turn to interview somedoggy! Here are the rules if you want me to interview you:

1. If you are interested in being interviewed, leave me a comment saying, 'interview me.'
2. I will respond by posting five questions for you. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with a post containing your answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Kisses, Sky.