Where's the Challenge?

Sometimes there is that twinge of guilt for taking advantage of someone who clearly isn't all there. You would think that after pulling the same scheme time and time again, the human woman would get wise to our tricks and thwart them, but every time... I mean, seriously, I almost wish she would so that we could come up with more devious plans, but since she continuously falls for the same tired old trick each time, there really is no reason to put forth the effort to get more devious.

I sometimes wish we had better prey, a human that would challenge us to be at our best as huskies and come up with new and more interesting forms of human torture, but no, we're stuck with the same old grind, day after day. Oh sure, we add little twists to the same old plan, but I'm getting tired of the routine and would like a little something special to spice up our rather dull, nap-filled lives.

Of course I'm speaking of the ham sandwich incident of yesterday. Same old story: human woman makes a sandwich, Loki makes a noise in the bathroom as planned, human woman goes to check out the noise, I get a tasty ham sandwich. Oh sure, I have to suffer with the gimpy mutatoe always complaining that he's the one that has to make the noise, why can't I make the noise so HE can get the sandwich. Sam doesn't complain anymore since he's spineless and can't jump on the counter like he use to, but he refuses to make the noise because he's trying to be the "good puppy" for a change. Suck up.

Then I get the guilt from the human woman. As if not having any more bread is my fault, apparently I missed the memo that gave me a credit card, a vehicle, and opposable thumbs to push a shopping cart around, thus making me totally responsible for the lack of bread products in the house and the human woman "starving" without her lunch sandwich. Um, don't think so.

Meeshka
(next time I'd like my sandwich with a little deli mustard, thanks)