Its been a very busy week, what with all of the storms we had. Claw the human woman, claw the human man (he screams quite nicely), claw, claw, pant, prance, pounce.
This morning, in protest of the really high tickly po-po grass, we dug a very nice trench in the yard and hid it under all of the grass. I'm sure the human woman was surprised to find it when she finally mowed this afternoon. I think I heard a yell and the noise of the mower thingie making a horrible noise when it fell into our trap.
There has been much talk by the humans of victories over huskies. Talk of "locking things up" like tasty shoes. You know, if they really loved us, they would leave these things out for us to chew on. Oh sure, they give us bones to clean our teeth with when we gnaw on them, but its just not enough. We need leather to get those teeth pearly white, and what better to clean our teeth with than sandals. The little straps are great for getting in between the teeth, and those buckles really make our teeth shine. Some huskies say that the particle board part on the bottom of the sandal really bring the sheen out on their teeth.
So, while they gloat about their little victories, they are actually denying us good dental hygiene.
I'm apparently off my "bland" diet now, after a few days of poop inspection, which apparently the human woman deems "good". We're still getting crappy food in our kongs and not the elaborate treats and smear of peanut butter. The bedtime treats are few and far between as well, not to mention the fact that we hardly ever get cheese when we come out of our crates. I'm just hoping that during my bad tummy experience they thought they could get away with stopping all of these nummy treat sessions.
I'll have to be ever vigilent and claw the human woman leg when the opportunity for treats presents itself, to remind her that we're still here, we're still hungry, we want our freakin treats!
(foot napping, because I'm the boss and don't you dare move that foot)