Saturday, December 31, 2005

2005 In Review

As the new year approaches (I'll be asleep for that unless the old Nova dog has to go out and pee), I thought I would look back at the year 2005 and write about some of the highlights.

Probably the biggest thing that DIDN'T happen in 2005 was that the humans didn't adopt any other gimpy dogs to suck away all of my attention or bed space.

I went to the vet a few times for general maintenance things, no injuries that I can recall. Its hard to get injured when all you do is lay around and look cute and fluffy though.

The humans took me to Starbucks and Petsmart a few times, especially when the old guy Nova got really sick that one time. It was just guilt visits though, since they stopped that the moment he got better. (Note to self: tell old guy Nova to play sickly again so I get to go places).

I got to go to a park once where the human woman wouldn't let me chase and eat squirrels. She's really no fun.

No escapes accomplished, I'm ashamed to say.

We got a new deck to run around, but the humans put up that impenatrable gate (damn them) so we can't run up and down the stairs when we want to. We also got some tasty cardboard thanks to the new deck.

Loki and Sam and I killed some small animals that had wandered into the yard, including a snake, which totally weirded out the human woman.

I napped, I ate, I looked adorable (as usual). There were countless hours of skittering, screeching, clawing, and generally driving the humans insane, which is always fun.

Oh, today is apparently Polya's birthday, happy birthday Polya. Loki got to meet Polya at some rescue thing the humans took him to, and not me. Back then he was a puppy, and from what Loki describes, a rather spoiled puppy who hated his crate and screamed and screamed when his mistress put him in it. He's apparently grown into quite the handsome husky.

So in all, 2005 was just pretty boring actually. In 6 days I will turn 5 years old! I'm hoping that the humans are planning a really big surprise party for me, and maybe invite some of the friends I've made through my HULA (Husky United Liberation Army) activities, but I doubt it. I'm holding out hope for some tasty raw meat instead, since having other huskies here would only take away from MY special day. I plan on being the center of attention (one way or another).

So everyhusky, have a happy new year, don't drink too much, and if your humans went out to celebrate and come home drunk, remember, its the perfect time to escape, get some good food they leave out, or at the very least, make their lives miserable by bouncing on them bright and early in the morning and demanding something.


Friday, December 30, 2005

I am Regal

After a rough day of playing, clawing the human woman, and just being cute and fluffy, I spend some time guarding my yard.

Even though my yard is surrounded by a really high fence that obstructs my view of the world, things can get into my yard, like pesky squirrels that need to be killed and eaten, or possums, which we had trapped on the top of the fence once, but the human woman wouldn't let us kill and eat it. We've caught rats coming into the yard, they are tasty and squeek too. Birds just come and go, but the one thing that has yet to come into my yard are the geese.

I HATE the geese! They honk! They taunt me from the sky and I hate them. I stomp my feet at them and woo and dare them to come into my yard so I can show them who is boss... ME!

I also have to be on the watch for tasty branches that fall from the trees. I like the smaller branches to break apart and chew on. Loki prefers the branches that are bigger than he is, he drags them around and taunts us with them. I just lay there, its not worth my time to chase him, so Sam will chase him, wear him out, then I'll pounce and steal the stick while they are wrestling.

The human woman continues to give us raw buffalo meat in our food, which makes me suspicious. What is she up to?

My birthday is coming up in a week, and if we're getting raw buffalo in our food, I bet my birthday treat will be extra special... for an extra special fluffy husky like me!

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

More Cardboard Tasties

The human woman stayed home to work today, and since it was nice outside, she kicked us out to enjoy the lovely day.

To huskies, a lovely day is 10 feet of snow and really cold, but oh no... not here... it was like 50 and sunny, which is not a perfect day for a husky who is as fluffy as I am.

Since there was no snow to frolic and play in, we decided to check out some of the more interesting spots in the thawed yard and found a nice spot to dig. We thought the humans had dug up all of that tasty cardboard, but we were wrong! We found another spot near the concrete where they had neglected to get it all, so we proceeded to excavate underneath the cement slab for tasty bits of soggy cardboard.

Now generally, if you're doing something devious, you should have the presence of mind to come when the human woman calls us in. If you don't come, she'll come out and see why you aren't coming, and that generally means that the fun is over. Sam, the suck up, ran inside when she called, but Loki didn't. That meant that I had to stay, because if I left, the Loki would get all of the tasty soggy cardboard.

Another tip is to not look very interested in something. If the human woman says in that suspicious voice "what are you doing?", you should just stare into the yard, not really looking at anything, stop whatever digging or eating of dead things you are doing, and just stare into the distance. If you stop and stare into the distance, the humans will think that you are just ignoring them as usual. If you continue digging or eating the dead thing, they'll see that you are up to something and come stop your fun. Loki didn't stop digging, as a matter of fact, only his butt and tail were visible, this immediately sent the human woman running to stop our fun by placing these flat, very heavy square stone things over our dig spot.

We immediately investigated the area where the big square stone things came from, hoping she had removed them from another good place to dig, but she didn't... just concrete there... rats.

On a good note, other than I was able to wash my delicate feet in the water bowl, the human woman gave us something called buffalo meat in our food tonight. It was very tasty, and the bag looked pretty full so there's a chance we'll get more.

I do suspect foul play though. For some reason, after we eat, Loki and I go outside, but Nova and Sam don't want to. When I beat on the door and scream to come back inside to see what is going on, the two of them look all innocent, but I distinctly smell potato chips on their breath. I think there's a conspiracy going on.


Monday, December 26, 2005

Can't a Husky Take a Nap?

So, I'm on the bed, taking a nap. Here comes the obnoxious human woman with the camera. Apparently I'm so cute and fluffy that she can't resist flashing that painful light in my eyes and capturing my cute and fluffiness.

I admit, I'm cute and fluffy, but even cute and fluffy huskies need to be left alone once in a while. I can't help it that I'm naturally cute and fluffy, that no matter how I sit, stand, or lay, I'm just so darn irresistable, but please!

Famous people have the same problem from what I hear, but they can get a restraining order against those paparazzi people. How can I possibly get a restraining order against the human woman. She's the one that feeds me and everything.

I guess I'll just put up with her inconveniences so I can get fed and let out. The things I do just to get what I deserve.


Sunday, December 25, 2005

A Pretty Good Day

Except for the old dog Nova waking us up in the wee hours to go wee, we pretty much all slept in.
The human man made us breakfast, he wanted to let the human woman sleep in (something about a holiday today), but we insisted that she at least walk to the kitchen with us before we would go eat. Its our own little torture for her.

Nova has decided that he won't let the human woman sleep in anymore, he demands that she get up and sit in the computer chair, then he'll curl up and go to sleep behind it. If the human woman tries to sneak back to bed, he wakes up and woos at her until she goes and sits in the chair.

We told Nova we'd give him some of our treats if he did that. Its funny that
A.) he's actually doing it, and
B.) believes we would give him some of our treats.

Silly old dog. This meant that we got more room in the bed because the human woman wasn't cluttering it up, she was stuck in the chair with the old dog.

It was a miserable day today, cold rain all DAY! I don't like cold rain, it gets my delicate feet all wet and muddy. The human woman would let us out, then we'd sit under the house overhang and wait patiently for her to let us back in. We got toweled off a lot, and she wiped off my delicate and dainty little feet for me, so she's worth some good I guess.

They made another one of those really big turkey birds in the oven today and didn't share. They said something about having bad things in it that would make us sick, but I don't believe them, they're just selfish.

They DID put raw meat in our food though, so I forgive them for lying about the dangerous turkey they cooked. I think I even saw a bag that had more of the raw meat in it for us for tomorrow, so that'll be a cool treat again.

We're all pretty much full and tired now. We didn't get much "outside" time because of the icky rain, but we managed to do some playing in the house. Sam and Loki got in a snit earlier because Sam got too close to one of Loki's pee towels. The humans weren't too pleased about that and took away the nasty pee towel (thankfully).

I've spent most of the day being extremely cute and fluffy (as always) and that does tend to wear me down. I think I'll sprawl out under the computer table and twitch my dainty feet and dream of tomorrow's tasty treat meal.

Happy Howlidays

Oh, I heard from the human woman that two lucky huskies got pulled from a shelter and got to spend Christmas in a real home with real people, which is very nice... as long as they don't eventually end up here, sucking away all of my attention.


Saturday, December 24, 2005

Christmas Eve

Twas the night before christmas, and all through MY house
not a husky was stirring, not even Loki the mutatoe.
No stockings were hung, we don't have a chimney,
but we hoped we'd get something good to eat at least.

The human man in his robe, the human woman in her sleepy pants
were hogging the computers as usual and not paying any attention to us.
When from the yard there arose such a barking,
its the neighbors yippy dog... we need to kill him, he's so obnoxious.

So, just another typical night full of fur, and not enough attention or food
Merry Christmas to all of you huskies and other dogs...

Tomorrow we better get some turkey, or you'll really hear about it!

(I don't rhyme very well, its too much work)

Friday, December 23, 2005

I don't have a problem, I can stop any time I want

The human woman thinks I have a problem. She thinks I'm addicted to eating used Kleenex and can't stop.

Sure, they're tasty, especially the used ones. Loki just snags a clean one right out of the box and rips it up for fun, but I actually eat them... but only the used ones. I like the used ones.

The human woman says that if I ever try to escape, she could call me back by simply blowing her nose. Haha, she's so funny... ok, maybe she's right, I can't resist.

The human woman has been sneezing a lot this morning, so there's been a lot of goodies that she's been hiding from me. I've climbed into her lap trying to get to them, she hides them from me in her robe pocket until she puts them in the safe can. She is cruel, she changed the easy to get into safe can for a much larger impossible to get into safe can.

What's wrong with a little fiber in my diet? I don't see a problem here and I should get as many as I want. Come on, she doesn't feed us chewy rawhides, or greenies, or other treats on a regular basis, so what's wrong with a kleenex here or there?

I see it as my way of recycling, doing my part for nature... but I don't have a problem.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

This is not my happy face

There are people digging in MY yard!

I can see them through the fence slats and smell them. There are humans with their pathetic shovels digging in MY front yard! I couldn't believe it!

I stomped my delicate feet and woo'd to tell them to stop this very instant, but they kept digging. I banged on the screen door to alert the human woman, because I was certain that she would race out there and scold them like she scolds us when we dig, but she told me that it was ok what they were doing.


I spent most of the day trying to explain to these pathetic digging humans that they weren't flinging the dirt far enough from the hole, that they should just use their hands and feet like they were meant to be used and put down those pathetic tools, and then looked with disbelief when they fiddled with something in the hole, THEN COVERED IT UP!

Can you believe that? They filled in a perfectly good hole! It doesn't even look like they were digging there, there's no proof of digging!

I just don't understand these humans at all. I get scolded because I dig a very good hole under the deck stairs, and yet strange humans come in MY front yard and dig a hole and nothing happens to them. They dig and dig and then cover it up. What good is a covered up hole? They didn't sleep in the hole, they didn't pick grubs out of the hole and eat them. NOTHING!

Sigh. For the life of me, I just can't figure them out at all.


Monday, December 19, 2005

The evil eye

The human woman says that I have a "look". I have no idea what she's talking about. She claims that she can tell how I act that I have to go potty, she's a nutcase.

Ok, granted, I get a little rough when I have to go outside, and I do tend to run around really fast if I have a certain need that has to be taken care of (wouldn't you if you were dependent upon someone opening a door in order for you to do your business?)

We just got done with a rousing game of riccochet queen of the bed. I always win. The object of the game is to allow me to win, and I get the bed. Loki tries to pull me off the bed, but he's really puny and is just annoying. He'll get me in a head lock, and I'll just lay there, humoring him, then I'll whip around and scare the crap out of him. He's thrown himself off the bed trying to get away from my pretty teeth. Sam knows better, he just stands at the foot of the bed and barks at me. He's no fool.

Once I have the entire bed, I'll skitter around and mess up the covers, because that drives the human woman nuts. She had the gall to laugh at me today, because she put the slippery cover on the bed, and when I jumped on the bed, I slid right off of it. I made her pay for her laughter with a swipe of my finely honed claws. Nobody laughs at me!

I would also like to point out that it is December, and I still haven't gotten my horrible skin allergy thing. I attribute it to the fact that I'm demanding to be let out to lay on the cool ground more than usual.

Speaking of which, even though I just came back in, I want to be let out again. Time to claw the human woman and make the "I want" noise.

Queen of the bed.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Where's MY Snow?

I'm highly disappointed in the amount of snow in this area. Either we get tons of it, or we get nothing. So far we've gotten NOTHING.

Oh sure, we got a dusting of snow a week or so ago. We were suppose to get more snow, but that turned into rain, which washed whatever snow we had away. Its downright muddy in our yard, perfect for digging, but digging is summer fun, we want snow to play in.

I just looked at (the human woman bookmarks it for me so I don't have to type with my razor sharp claws), and there was a winter weather warning! Oh goody! That means SNOW!

Oh no. It was a warning that a storm was coming, but we weren't getting anything. What kind of warning is that? Watch out for the storm that won't hit you! We interupt this broadcast to say nothing is going to happen.

I want SNOW! I'm a husky, I need to have snow! Granted, this year I didn't get my annual skin allergy break out, which I'm thankful for, I don't like to be itchy, but this lack of snow is disturbing! How can I possible body slam Loki or Sam in a snow pile without snow? How can I dig a little sleepy nook in the snow and pretend that I'm a sled dog? I don't actually want to BE a sled dog, because that requires me to work, pull a sled, and not sleep on a comfy bed at night, but its nice to pretend.

One thing I don't miss is the silly human woman making snowballs and throwing them. I try to find the evil snow balls and kill them, but they just disappear in the snow and I can't find them. I get mad at her for doing this and knock her down in the snow. She thinks that's funny, even when I stomp on her.

So, to all of those weather people that have freaked out about the big snow of the year... then nothing happens... I shed on you! Bring me some snow right this instant!

(snowless in December)

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Happy Birthday Woo

Sorry every husky, short posting tonight.

Due to the fact that the humans are now very skittish about the old guy's needs after the poo tsunami, we all got very little sleep. The old guy would move and they'd be jumping up to check on him. Sigh.

For everyone that was worried, he's perfectly fine. After all the hoopla, he came inside, curled up on a towel and slept through the night, which is more sleep than we all got, waiting for the next poo wave.

I just wanted to send a big woo to Tia, Queen of the Butter Club, as it is her birthday.

Happy Birthday Tia.



Monday, December 12, 2005

A Very Interesting Night

Nova at 16 years old

So last night we went to bed as usual. After our final "out" for "pee-pee final" (idiot human woman and her double words), we gathered in the bedroom for our ritual bed time treats (or treat treats... sigh).

I'm snuggled at the foot of the human woman, who is contorted and folded to allow me my required space, Loki is sprawled on her, laughing that he's got a bony elbow in her ribs again. Sam has managed a spot at the human man's feet, Nova is on his big cushy pillow as usual... except Nova needed to go out.

Nova (who you should know by now) is 16 years old, which is 112 in human years or some nonsense. Among other problems, his biggest issue right now is a tumor growing in his ass which makes it difficult for him to poop. I feel bad for the old guy. To help him poo, the human woman gives him this tasty liquid that softens his stool, something Loki discovered one day after stealing some of Nova's food and paying for it dearly a few hours later.

After some grumbling, the human man took Nova out, but we weren't moving. We knew it was a human trick to get us to move and they would take over our spots, so we stayed where we were.

Soon, the human man came back with Nova, and announced that he had "done his business" and we could go to bed. Great, I need my beauty rest.

No sooner did the human man get into bed and Nova started yelling to go out again. Like I said, he's old, so he yells loudly. Frustrated, the humans told him to go bed-bed (I swear...), and in response, Nova let blast with what could best be described as a tsunami of diarrhea.

It sounded like plastic being wadded up and a bucket of slop hitting the walls and floor, wave upon wave of diarrhea came out of that old dog. Sam, Loki, and I lay frozen, afraid to move.

The humans jumped up aghast, turned on the light to reveal a flood of poo on the floor, wall, in the vent where I normally lay (thank heavens I was on the bed). The human man began escorting the old guy out of the bedroom, and you could hear him yell at each new blast of goo as they made their way down the hall, down the stairs.

The human woman tried to gather paper towels and toilet paper, we stayed on the bed. The poo and the carpet were the same color, no way were we getting off that bed. Just then, in his hurry to escort the poo spewing old guy out to the back yard, the human man forgot to turn the alarm off, and the shrieking alarm started. The human woman rushed off, tip-toeing through the poo to shut the alarm off, the human man yelling as he dodged more firehose poo. We stayed on the bed.

Finally, the alarm was shut off, the steam cleaners and spray cleaners were brought out, and an hour later, while we stayed on the bed, the carpets were shampooed or thrown out, towels were lay down in case of another gastro-intestinal attack, and we all went back to bed.

I really needed to go out after all that excitement, but there's no way I was going to ask.

Meeshka (the bedroom smells nice and clean now)

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Holiday Etiquette Husky Style

A human recently posted to the human group what appeared to be a husky explaining to other huskies about the human holidays. I just wanted to point out this blatant attempt to get us to behave the way they want us to. I am also sure that if you looked this up on that hoax web site it would show that it was not written by a husky, or a dog, but by a human. They're so feeble in their attempts to fool us.

I'll put the fake e-mail in quotes, then respond:

"Be especially patient with your humans during this time. They may appear to be more stressed than usual and they will appreciate long comforting dog leans and wet sloppy kisses."

Um, right, first of all, they'll get what we give them, when we feel like giving it to them, but most importantly, if they're more stressed than usual, this is the perfect time to plot an escape! They'll be forgetful as they carry in their bags of human goodies and leave the door unguarded, or leave things out in the open for us to inspect and destroy. Use this opportunity to carry out maximum destruction!

"Your humans may come home with large bags of things they call gifts. Do not assume that ALL the gifts are yours."

Now see, this is how you know this wasn't written by a husky! All large bags coming into the house, gift or not, DO belong to us huskies, plain and simple. If it comes into OUR house, then it is OUR thing.

"Be tolerant if your humans put decorations on you. They seem to get some special kind of pleasure out of seeing how you look with fake antlers."

Once again, written from a human mind control perspective. Oooh, please do it for us because we're simple and feeble and these demeaning dress up sessions comfort us and give us pleasure. My fluffy presence should be enough to give you pleasure without the need to put antlers on my head!

"The humans may bring a large tree into the house and set it up in a prominent place and cover it with lights and decorations. Bizarre as this may seem to you, it's an important ritual for your humans so there are some things you need to know:"

My humans don't do this. The one good thing about the human woman is that she doesn't kill trees, she lets them live so we can pee on them.

"Don't pee on that tree!"

No, trees are made to pee on, therefore if a tree appears in your house, it is clearly a sign that your humans agree that forcing you out into the cold and rain is undogly and have given you a nice indoor bathroom much like they have for themselves. Knock yourself out and pee.

"Don't drink water from the container that holds that tree!"

A water container is a water container and should be used for drinking. Its not our fault that the humans have some hang up about drinking from the big white porcelan bowl in the bathroom, or out of the tub.

"Mind your tail when you are near that tree!"

I'm not quite sure what the sneaky human that wrote this means about minding our tails near the tree. Is it to keep us from using it as a device to knock down all the senseless and non-playable balls they hang up there? Wag away, I say.

"If there are packages under the tree, even ones that smell interesting or that have your name on them, don't rip them open!"

Why not? You put stuff on the floor under a pee tree and you expect us NOT to rip them to shreds? Are you kidding me?

"The ornaments hanging from the tree are NOT dog toys."

Which makes this holiday even more ridiculous. You put a pee tree in the house, put paper items under the tree, put balls on the tree, and you actually expect us to leave it alone? Its like putting steak on the tree with hooks and saying "don't touch that". Humans are so silly, they expect everyone to abide by their silly rules.

"Don't chew on the cord that runs from the hole in the wall to the tree."

Once again, pee tree in house, water in bucket to hold pee tree, attach electrical things to pee tree, plug pee tree in... does anyone else see a problem here? Does is take a very pretty and fluffy husky to point out the electrocution hazard of this?

"Your humans may occasionally invite lots of strangers to come visit during this season. Be patient, even if unknowing strangers sit on YOUR couch and do NOT drink out of glasses that are left within your reach."

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! First of all, every husky by now should know that no matter how hard the humans clean to get ready for guests, they must immediately sit and roll on all furniture to redistribute the hairs that were vacuumed up. We don't mind if strangers sit on our furniture, because we're too busy laughing at all the fur stuck to their fancy clothes. Secondly, anything in our reach is for us, thems the rules, so if we happened to get sloshed on human holiday drinks, then its the human's fault, not ours.

"Do NOT eat off the buffet table."

Like we're going to believe this one came from a dog's point of view? Its a BUFFET table! Here's the definition of Buffet: A buffet is a meal-serving system where patrons serve themselves. PATRONS, doesn't say where only people serve themselves, it says PATRONS and as far as I'm concerned, huskies are patrons and can help themselves to some tasty eats.

"A big man with a white beard and a red suit may emerge from your fireplace in the middle of the night. Whatever you do DON'T BITE HIM!"

Once again, the humans just don't get the whole concept of christmas and feel the need to warn us about doing something bad to Santa Claws. Oh sure, they spell it Santa Claus, because they're idiots and can't understand that the whole concept of christmas is based on the unconditional love of animals. Its suppose to remind people that throughout the year they are suppose to be kind, understanding, and caring toward all manner of things human, animal, nature. The animals are rewarded for this unconditional kindness and love by Santa Claws, who is actually a dog. Santa Claws travels all over the world and brings treats to all animals and thanks them for putting up with humans putting stupid hats on them, or tying them to a tree, or not playing with them enough, or not rubbing their belly, or any of the things that silly humans do.

So, the next time your human comes home and gloats about stealing a parking spot at the mall, or complains about something, just sit there and wag your tail and smile, because you know who actually understands the true meaning of christmas and who will be rewarded for it... by way of humans leaving tasty egg nog and buffet goodies within easy reach.

Happy Howlidays


Thursday, December 08, 2005

My Tummy is Upset!

I've apparently eaten something that doesn't agree with me. This is a very BAD thing.
It started last night, and I would think that the human woman would have noticed because I was being frisky, happy, and chased Sam all around the yard only to attack and chew on him. I didn't want to come inside either.

Even though we went to "bed bed" (the human woman says that, all cute, as if we're too stupid to understand just bed, she has to say it twice), I tried to tell her that I was uncomfortable, but she just rolled over and went back to sleep. I vowed to show her, and waited until midnight before DEMANDING that I go out. Of course everyone had to go out then.

The human woman didn't come home for lunch as usual, but the human man did, and he always feeds us more than the human woman (and then he complains to the human woman about how fat we're getting). She did come home around 4pm, and its a good thing too because I had to GO! I didn't even want my cheese treat, which was a sure sign to the human woman that I was in dire need to go out. Painful, that's all I want to say about it. I acted all pitiful and cried, not only for the attention (which I got) but it was very uncomfy.

Of course I have tons of energy and managed to evade the human woman when she tried to give me some of that pink stuff from the tube. She ended up pushing a pill of some kind down my throat. The bonus part was that she made me rice to eat with my tasty Blue Buffalo food (Blue Buffalo foods, the choice of Meeshka... hey, its tasty, and good for me, so I'll give them a plug... you should make your human go and buy the canned salmon food... to beg for!).

Anyhoo, I'm outside in the cold again... loving that cold. The weather idiots say we're suppose to get snow, but they're wrong, I can feel it in my fur. All the hoopla for nothing or very little snow is what I predict... hope I'm wrong, I also hope I can keep dinner in long enough to nap.

Meeshka (gurgle)

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Human Woman not paying attention to me again

The human woman is up to something again that is taking her precious time away from me.

I think I heard her say something about "volunteering", which is NEVER a good thing. I thought I also heard her say something about "rescue" which better not mean more of those needy gimpy dogs coming to live here, I barely have enough room on the bed as it is.

She spends most of her home time on the computer, and we all know what the lawyer said about me getting equal time on the computer, so I'm going to have to get ahold of the lawyer and complain AGAIN. She's creating a Web site (once again, not about me at all), and manipulating pictures of dogs (once again, not ME) and putting them on this Web site.

Sure, she finally got around to creating my merchandise (you can buy authentic Meeshka gear if you click on the link to the right that says buy your Meeshka gear here, all proceeds go toward maintaining my fluffiness and helping the HULA cause), but she isn't doing what I want her to do, which is feed me human food, scratch my belly, and wait on me hand and foot.

I've even been stomping my feet and demanding that she take me out and play with me... actually I make her take me out and then she runs around and makes strange noises and flails in a pathetic attempt to get me to play, which is very amusing actually, but she just tosses us all outside and expects us to play without an audience.

So please, I beg of you, save me from more gimpy needy rescue dogs and go out to: Harnessed to Hope Northern Breed Rescue site and tell your humans to adopt them, so they don't come here... I really don't care about you and your potential suffering from lack of attention once those rescue dogs invade your house... what is important is ME! Don't forget that.


Monday, December 05, 2005

Snow, glorious SNOW!!

When the human woman let us out tonight, it was snowing.

I love snow. Snow is not only cool and soothing, but tasty too!

Since I am a husky (and a cute and fluffy one at that), I love the snow (except if its wet snow, then I don't like my dainty feet to get too wet), but I'll just lay out in that stuff forever... except the human woman won't let us.

I'd rather sleep in the snow rather than in that hot bedroom, but the human woman (once again) won't allow us to stay out all night. I guess that's good, since we are pampered, spoiled huskies, but it would be nice to lay out there all night in the snow just once... stalk the little critters that come out only at night for a late snack.

Sam doesn't like the snow as much. He's got that bionic hip, so he likes to lay in the sun and bask in the heat. He's a loon.

Loki likes to lay in the snow, but he prefers laying in the pee leaf pile of snow. He's weird.

When we come inside, all covered with snow, the human woman gets the rough towel out and wipes us all down. I don't mind that actually. Being fluffy it takes a long time for me to dry, and she's very good at wiping off my feet, which I offer her daintily one at a time. She is diligent about making sure my dainty little feet are clean and dry, which I appreciate. I'd rather she leave the snow on the rest of me, its nice and cool, but she doesn't like wet huskies.

Even though it is snowing tonight, its still a bit muddy out there, so we all made sure that we got good and muddy feet, then came racing inside, ignoring the human woman to come back and get dried off, then we ran up the stairs and jumped on the bed... where the human man was laying... we didn't see him there. He wasn't at all thrilled with having us stomp on him with our muddy feet, but we did manage to leave our prints all over the covers. I'm so pleased.

Well, another busy husky day today, for which I'm exhausted, and more snow to play in tomorrow, so its off to bed on the muddy comforter.

good night, and happy snow