Happy Human Woman's Day

Ok, so officially its called "mother's day", but the human woman will have to do.

We tried to get the celebration off to an early (day early) start by surprising the human woman with a gift, but she spoiled our surprise by catching Loki with the gift in his mouth. Oh sure, she didn't seem very surprised that he had somehow managed to ooze himself between the "Husky proof" fencing she spent hours putting up to keep us from getting behind the shed, nor was she overly thrilled with having to climb over the fence in a bath robe at 8 am in the morning in the rain (note to readers: the human woman wears sleepy pants EXCEPT when she's sleeping... yeah I know). She also didn't seem very pleased to have to wrestle the dead bird out of Loki's jaws and toss it over the fence (some people are never happy with their gifts) or lifting the Mutatoe's ample ass back over the fence when he somehow couldn't get back over it.

Ok, fine, so that didn't go over as planned. Sam tried his paws at spending some quality time with the human woman when they took him to the vet for his annual shots. Oh sure, we didn't scream and complain in our crates when they took Spineless Bionic Hip puppy out the door, we behaved very well.

Sammy was very nice and shared a lot of his fluff with the human woman, as much as possible on the ride there and back again. She seemed very pleased to have wet husky fur embedded in places she never thought it could embed. I guess you can say that we gave the gift that keeps on giving, as she was still pulling it out of her mouth when they left to run other errands.

After they got back from the errands, we decided once again that we would try to get her another gift, and sure enough, the bird gods answered our prayers and plopped another flightless wonder right in our laps (if dogs had laps). Once again, she didn't seem too keen about the bird (she probably already has one), and this one went over the fence as well.

I'm thinking that after all that work and planning, I'll just get the credit card and order some stupid flowers next year.

(By the way: Sam was not fooled by the big stuffed Lab at the vet office. I'm going next week, so I'll let you know how long it takes me to destuff that thing)