Makes Me Ashamed He's a Husky

Here he is, in all his husky glory:
Its Towelly bin Loki.



I'm so glad the human man didn't get this lovely idea when I was on the bed, or else he would have felt the business end of a claw for his joke.

Oh, the humans had a good laugh at this one (and honestly, I chuckled too, if it wasn't for the fact that he's a husky, and that's just WRONG).

He just lay there and let them do that to him. Not once, not twice, but THREE different towel turban styles. Oh sure he growled, he growls at everything, and means nothing. He asked me once why nobody fears him... I laughed. Poor thing, no wonder he has a complex. He's just one of those cute, scrawny huskies that will forever be puppy-like and nobody will fear him.

For one thing, he isn't fluffy. Secondly, he's got that weird mutant paw. Third, he's tiny and scrawny and cute, which he refuses to use to get his way. He wants to use the "fear me" approach, which just doesn't work with a scrawny, unfluffy, puppy, mutant paw dog.

So, that's what he gets. A towel wrapped around his head and pictures taken. You certainly don't see me in a towel, although there was mention of a shirt during a storm... yeah, we'll see.

Meeshka
(no towels on me)