The New Torture in Town

Now that blogathon is over, and way to go Steve, Kat, and Wilbur, and way to go Kapp Pack for staying up all night, entertaining all of us, and raising money for good causes!

There will be an announcement soon on the fundraiser that I will be having in September, so stay tuned for that, you won't want to miss it.

Anyhoo, its been busy here at Castle Meeshka. AHAHAHAAAA, Ok, I don't fool anyone with that any more do I? Yeah, generally its the same old thing day after day. Kongs, crates, naps, more kongs, more napping, sleeping, then bedtime and treats and sleeping, then getting up and napping, well, you get the picture. This weekend has been a napping bonanza because the weak immunity Human Woman caught a cold. I told her she needed to buy that expensive little yoghurt drink think that would give her the immunity of a cockroach, but noooo, she never listens to me. So its been nothing but moaning, complaining, and blowing her nose, which she's not sharing the kleenex with me the selfish but I digress.

The good thing about the human woman having a cold is that she hasn't had the strength to really try out the new thing that came in a box the other day (no, not another handbag, that's coming monday and please, please someone call that intervention show and get her scheduled soon, PLEASE).

We got THIS thing:

Ok, I say "we got" because its not really FOR us, its FOR the humans to rob us of our precious fluff in the name of grooming and cleanliness, as if we're dirty. I'm a husky therefore naturally scotch guarded for heaven's sake.

You'll note that I'm wearing a shirt because its storming. I'm wearing a shirt and she's got the new brush out. If there was any doubt about the abuse I put up with in this house, this picture alone should have everypup running to the phone and dialing the SPCA at this very moment. Not to mention those nasty dirty walls behind me, but I promised that I wouldn't point them out to everyone, so just forget I said anything, ok?

Yep, so this is one of them there fancy shmantzy brushes that all of her "friends" on some e-mail list says that she just HAD to buy because all of THEIR huskies just LOVED this brush. Right, I buy that one. Do they love it as much as new cookies? Don't think so. Do they love it like when a piece of chicken falls to the floor right at their feet? No, I don't think so.

Ok, fine, it doesn't RIP the fluff out like some brushes, and its not all pokey pokey like some other brushes, and frankly it doesn't create this fluff cloud that clings to everything with static like other brushes, and frankly... its actually not that bad now that I think about it. I'll sit still for it.. until she gets it near my delicate po-po and that's where I draw the limit. If I had a choice between the brush and a piece of chicken (or even a whole chicken) falling to the floor, I'd go for the chicken of course, but hey, the brush would come in a close second.

What? Oh geez, the human woman and her raspy nasally voice just reminded me to show you pictures of my actually getting brushed and not ripping her arm off by the roots. She said something about nobody believing that I tolerate the brush unless there was evidence. So, there, I'm being brushed... in a t-shirt... yeah, big victory there, brushing a husky that's totally stressed out by a storm, wearing a shirt, hope you're happy, enjoy your pathetic little victory humans, your time will come you know.
So I leave you with this look. Oh you know this look, its the look that says "you just try to go to sleep tonight stupid human woman, we'll see who laughs in the morning"

Meeshka
Not laughing now, but just wait.