Breed Tag

Stormy of the Ao4 posed the following blog challenge:

Based on your pup-onality, if you were a breed other than the one or ones you are now ... what would you be?

Hmm, interesting question Stormy. I guess before I name a breed, I'm going to have to figure out my pup-onality, then pick the breed that closely resembles my traits.

1.) I love to lay on my air vent and sleep
2.) I love to eat
3.) I love to eat things the humans are eating
4.) I love to be disruptive and demanding
5.) I love to pick on the gimpies
6.) I love going places, but not to the vet

Based on the things I love, I can only conclude that the breed that matches me the best is:

I'm doomed.
















The rules of the tag game are:
1. Copy the question above and paste it into your post.
2. Answer it - and give a few reasons for why you think you'd be that breed or breeds.
3. Post these rules!
4. Tag ONE other blogger. If there are multiple pups within the same pack/blog, each pup should only respond when he or she is tagged. One at a time!
5. Most importantly, HAVE FUN!

I tag: Louka

Mission Accomplished

I didn't want to say anything until the mission was completed, but HULA had some covert hoop members in the flood areas. As part of our overall plan to take over the world in the name of doG, we needed to thwart the humans' attempt at stopping the flood waters so that we could have a place to swim, roll in mud and play. We feel that the entire state of Missouri is needed as our new playground and these levee things were thwarting our plans.

Pictured right is operative "Musky", who is actually a labrador in a muskrat suit. I won't tell you his real name to protect his cover, but Musky has been working on digging through each and every levee in the Missouri area to ensure proper flooding and mud for the rest of us. I'm pleased to report that the final levee was breached this morning, allowing us even more land to play on.

Great job Musky, keep up the digging and soon we'll have a giant doggie playland for us all.

Meeshka

R.I.P. Baby Love

So short a life. So wonderful of spirit.



Run free, healthy and happy until you meet your loving human again... across the Rainbow Bridge.

Meeshka

Soothing Music

After the last storm where I left gaping wounds in the human woman's legs, she managed to order this CD shortly before passing out from blood loss. Apparently the people that sell this CD chock full of soothing dog music guarantees that it will calm the most freaking out dog no matter what the circumstances (I'm guessing boiling in oil doesn't count, or chasing dog in heat may be a challenge).

The human woman thought it would be a good idea to play it when there wasn't a storm to set the appropriate volume level and all that. You know, just test it to see if it would calm me (ok, I just ate dinner, I'm already laying down for my pre-bed time nap... how could I BE any more calm), and look what happens. She actually drooled on me.

Meeshka

Don't see the big deal

Meeshka exercising
Originally uploaded by Shmoomeema

You know, the human woman keeps telling me that I need to eat less and exercise more. She even said that I needed to get on the treadmill to lose weight. Ok, fine, I'm on the treadmill and frankly I just don't see what all the fuss is about. The human woman complains how hard this treadmill thing is, and while it isn't as comfortable as my king sized sleep number bed, its actually not THAT uncomfortable.

I can feel the pounds just melting away, do I look slimmer?

Meeshka

What's a queen to do

So, I've been receiving a lot of e-mail asking:

"Meeshka, you are the queen, why are you so tired?"

Well, apparently a lot of you think that all Queens do is lay on their cold air vents all day and eat cake. Pfft, silly minions. Queens have a lot of responsibilities other than clawing, throwing down fluff, looking regal, laying on cold air vents, and eating.

For instance, I'm getting over a wicked case of jet lag having just flown back from Egypt where I was on a diplomatic mission. I would like all of you to know that de nile IS a river in Egypt, which proves that Oprah woman wrong (not to be confused with Opy, who is always right, but isn't pictured on the right, that's the Oprah woman who is wrong and obnoxious).

My trip to Egypt was very important in that I was negotiating a trade agreement with the egyptian government. When the time comes where all dogs rule the earth (with me as your queen) we will most likely have an overabundance of poo to deal with. Egypt seems like the optimum place to put it, as its just like a gigantic litter pan full of sand. There were some nasty sticking points in the negotiating:
1.) the egyptians weren't too keen with being called a gigantic litter pan full of sand
2.) the question of how all of that poo would affect tourism
3.) they wouldn't let me on their furniture
4.) one of these bozos tried to bribe me with a dog cookie

After a lot of clawing, I finally convinced them that it would be in their best interest to allow the import of poo, and to help bolster their tourist trade, I suggested that they start the great pooramids. This appeased them, but what can you expect from people that have ugly carpets and furniture like they do.

So, you see, I have good reason to be tired and not post for a while, but thankfully honorary HULA and husky Muffle has recognized just how busy my diplomatic schedule is, and understands that although I don't post every day, the quality of my posts make up for it... plus I'm your queen.

Thank you Huffle

Did I say today?

Maybe I'll be better rested tomorrow.

Meeshka

Lazy Wednesday

I could say more, but I'm too tired.

I did get a really cool award from Huffle, but I'm just too tired to type at the moment. More tomorrow.

Odds and Ends

The human woman has spent an awful lot of time outside without us, letting us out, we sniff, nothing new, wonder what she's doing? She did shriek earlier when we got too close to the railing thing, and she mentioned something about stain, but I'm pretty sure that Sam and Loki didn't go anywhere near it, so I don't know how it got stained.

She also seems to have cleaned up that entry way out back, there are none of the good smells or bugs there anymore. She always seems to "fix" things that don't need to be fixed. Tasty bugs and smells should be left alone, if you ask my opinion (which apparently she never does).

Since she's been outside getting all sweaty, I've taken advantage of the unguarded powerbook and put some more cool things up on my cafe press site. One of them everypup should have, and that's the new livergreat design. You should make your humans wear it on a shirt so they never forget to buy you some.

I also put a cartoon up there, I'll be adding more stuff with my fluff soon, so keep checking.

Oh, I almost forgot, for some reason Spineless Bionic Hip Pup Sam wanted me to say hi to Frankie, and he says that he thinks you are cute. Oh brother.

Meeshka

Need I say more?

Desperate Human Woman

After I declared that all storms would by-pass Merryland so that I could get a comfortable night's sleep perched on the head of my human woman... all hell broke loose and madness ensued. Ok, I was the only one that was frantic, everyone else either wanted to play with me (sorry, I'm too busy having a nervous breakdown to play with you) or go to sleep (sorry, I'm too busy having a nervous breakdown to allow you to sleep), and it wasn't a pretty night.

Yes, shirt, in a closet, panting and drooling. I was a mess. Before I was in the shirt and in a closet, I was bouncing up and down on the human woman who apparently didn't realize the extent of my stress from the raging thunderstorm and bolts of lighting hitting my yard and causing the house to shake from the horrible thunder... or was that me just shaking on the bed from fear. Anyhoo, I was not happy and the human woman has the scars to prove it.

I just wanted to point out to Khyra, who suggested a nice suit of armor for the human woman... um... stop suggesting these things to my human woman. You know she's a bit touched in the head and very impressionable. If she even thinks that a suit of armor will save her from the claw, you know she'll come clanking home wearing one of those things. I also know that they're quite expensive, which means less oyster crackers for me. Besides... we all know that the Mutatoe and Sam have problems with peeing in the house, so you know that thing will be rusted shut in no time, trapping the human woman in there and that's just yet another excuse she'll have for delaying our dinner. We don't have opposable thumbs, remember, so there's no way for us to use the can opener to get her out of that thing.

Meeshka

Too Hot to Post

Hey everyhusky (dog and girl-girl)

Its just been too dreadfully hot for me to post a whole lot so far this week. I swear, the moment I walk outside to do my business, my fluff just fuzzes right up, singes practically. I can barely stand the heat on my delicate little feety feet. I have no idea why I'm being forced to "do my business" outside in this dreadful heat when the humans simply use the white bowl in the air conditioned coolness of the house.

Not only that, but I've had to wear the storm shirt quite a few times this week as well. Not only for thunder storms, but the stupid humans out back were setting off fire works and I HATE fireworks!

I've commanded that the most recent set of storms we're suppose to get will miss our house completely. I'm sorry to those up north (Khyra, Kelsey Ann, and others) but I have to get my beauty sleep tonight and I can't have thunder disturbing me. Its very distracting to wear the shirt and I'm unable to plot the eventual demise of human rule on the huskies. I'm sure you understand and thank your for your attention to this matter.

Meeshka

Honorary HULA award to...

Sometimes an individual stands out for the very standards of HULA and does not fully recognize their own accomplishments. Sometimes these individuals, while not meeting all of the requirements for HULA membership, does other things that are just as devious, cunning, evil, and downright humanperson maddening, that they deserve recognition and membership into this very elite club.

While not a true husky, this individual does have husky spirit, recognized by others by being made an honorary husky. This individual also has to put up with annoying housemates that drive them insane and make their lives miserable, but tries to persevere and does not lose their dignity despite these interloper's intentions.

This individual head buts her humans to make them lift the covers and let her sleep under the covers.

This individual makes racket and noise and wakes her humans up at all hours.

She is afraid of thunder (me too)

She doesn't like heat (me too)

She makes sure that her human woman has fur in her coffee cup, knocking it over if possible.

She has her own room and bed but prefers to sprawl out and steal the human's bed.

She does whatever I tell her to do.

What better HULA member could there be.

So I proudly introduce to you, our latest HULA member:

Huffle Mawson, Explorer Cat.

Welcome Huffle Mawson, we enjoy reading your exploits and can't wait to hear of your new adventures as a covert HULA operative, as we all fight (when its not too hot out) to take over the world in the name of Siberian Husky land.

Your Queen
Meeshka

P.S. Have your human e-mail me at: meeshkaworld@gmail.com so I can send her your official HULA certificate.

Too Hot

Its hot, too hot, too hot to move from the vent.

Here is a bird's eye view of what we'll be doing all day.

Enough Already

I’m sick of the shirt, so I want this stupid tornado stuff to stop already.

This afternoon while the humans were out making money to support my livergreat habit, we had a doozy of a storm, all with windy winds, rainy rains, thunder (eep), lightening, and tornados. We didn’t get to actually see or experience one of those, but apparently the night is still young and we may get that chance after all, as we are suppose to be “watching” for them.

Yep, Tornado Watch is in effect. I’m clawing at the human woman right now because she’s sitting on her butt and doing online jigsaw puzzles and listening to music when she should be out on the deck with binoculars watching for a tornado. See, this is why humanity is going to be extinct soon, they just don’t do as they are told.

I think its also a conspiracy that we’re having all of these storms and my claws have not grown back sufficiently to claw the human woman bloody. I think she planned this whole thing, or perhaps the earth is very angry that I don’t have claws and its trying to help me wipe the humans off the face of OUR earth. Ok, that might be a tad bit drastic, but still, nice thought. I just wish that the earth would be a little bit more quiet about the whole wiping away thing, as the thunder makes me anxious.

I’m also ready for it to hail livergreat. Screw that “size of golf balls” crap, I want tasty things to fall from the sky.

Meeshka
(too lazy to upload a picture, cartoon, or even sit up)

Get Well Soon Charlie

While I've been complaining about my sore mouth and lack of usable claws, poor Charlie the Big Dog has been having complications with his new bionic heart and had to go back into the hospital.

This teaches all of us a lesson: no matter how bad we think we have it, some otherpup may have it worse.

Opy has been taking messages for Charlie and for his humans Brooke and Greg, so I (as your Queen) direct all of you to go and leave a message on Opy's blog to Charlie and his humans to let them know that you are thinking, hoping, and praying for Charlie to come home and be with his family again.... that's an order! What are you waiting for!!!!! GOOOO!!!!