Sunday, September 28, 2008

Sunday with the human man

The human woman went away for a few hours this afternoon to attend some “rescue” function. If anyone needed rescued, it would be the human woman, but apparently nobody adopted her.

With her out of the way, we were able to spend Sunday with the human man, who is recovering from his cold, but is recovering to the point where he doesn’t carelessly leave used kleenex laying around... darn the luck.

We started off with the usual game of “I want out, then in, then out, then in, then out, then in, then out...” I really need to come up with a better name than that some day. Around hour 2 he was wheezing up and down the stairs, much to our delight.

As the human woman already fed us before she left, and told the human man that she fed us (female dog), we couldn’t convince him that we were starving to death and needed some yummy food. We tried, we got all fluffy, we looked all pouty, we hovered around his legs while he prepared himself some tasty foods... ok, maybe not so tasty foods. It seems that he doesn’t know how to work the new microwave food safe.

We think he was trying to make nachos. A pretty basic recipe that even dogs know because the main ingredient is shredded cheese, always a favorite. Take corn chips, sprinkle cheese on them, put in microwave food safe for 30 seconds, and piping hot, drippy cheese tasties. I think it was the smoke that clued him in that something was amiss, although the Mutatoe’s shrill yapping should have been an early warning.

Ever the quick thinker when on cold medicine, the human man decided that he couldn’t toss the smoking pile of molten charred chips into the trash, so he threw them into a thin plastic bowl to cool off. I’m sure you all know where this is going, and no... we didn’t get them because we have much better taste than to eat charred molten hunk of congealed plastic.

With the distinct aroma of melting plastic and burnt corn chips permeating the house, we continued to drive the human man insane until the human woman arrived back home, at which point we greeted her as though she had been gone for years, not 3 hours. Per our internal alarm clocks, once the human woman comes home, that means its dinner time, regardless of what hour that is. While she may have thought we were happy to see her again because she is kind and nice and combs us and lets us have most of the bed... well yeah, but we actually wanted food.

“What is that smell?”

Yep, the molten lump of cheese, charred chips and melted plastic still sat on the stove “cooling”. She was nice and asked if the human man was actually saving that for later before tossing the whole thing in the trash. Then, even though it was earlier than normal, she fed us, like a good human woman. She’s so trained... we need to work on the human man some more, although we are amused by his high pitched keening noise and the way he pulls his hair out of his head.


  1. Hmmmmm... we might have gone for the chips anyway. At least the parts that didn't touch the plastic.

    WOOOO woo rar rar rar,
    Kayla and Maebe

  2. WOO WOO Meeshka

    Thank goodness some of your training of the humans is working!

    Thor and Marco Polo

  3. Another day, another opp fur 'fun'!

    Maybe ONE day she'll get chosen at one of these reskhue 'things' -

    Should I try to have my mom offer to rehome at The Hike N Howl?


  4. The most amazing things happen at your house. It's a good thing you are there to keep them from hurting themsevles.

    Husky Hugs,MayaMarie

  5. Are you actually suprised that no-one adopted her.. I mean.. come on.. would you??

    I play the In Out game too.. We call it the Hokey Cokey game ( due to the in, out, in, out, shake it all about)

    Mum always says its the male biped gene that leads to culinary disasters, Mum claims Dad can burn water though as far as I can see there is no proof of this since he rarely attempts to cook anything.. unless you count the moments of desperation when Mum is late home and he succumbs to a Pot Noodle.. which come to think of it.. he manages to mess up!

    On reflection.. it's probably a good thing no-one wanted to adopt her.. you would probably starve inside a week!


    Ben xxxx

  6. I do think that the human woman has proved her usefulness here. The human man, I am not so sure.

    Huffle Mawson, Honorary Husky and Explorer Cat

  7. As a member of the male bi-ped species, the management of The Herd is impressed. There is no button on our microwave labeled "Nachos", so that would be beyond his cooking skills!

  8. Me knows how to play that “I want out, then in, then out, then in, then out" game too. It is sooooooo much fun. Your humans sound nice. My Moomie is mean.


  9. That sounds (and smells) eerily similar to when our Dad burns popcorn in that box. Mom doesn't seem to have those problems.
    Pee S: Sorry your kleenex supply has been rationed again.

  10. Woos,
    Maybe it's a good thing no one adopted your human woman. Woo don't want to depend on the human man for your total food intake. Woo might not be stay fluffy for very long.

    Sadly our humom (even though she is a really good cook) has on occasion been distracted into similar disasters. We'll have to tell woo about her nearly burning the kitchen up some time.

    Woos & a-roos,
    Star & Jack a-roo too

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  12. SIGH
    I do wish mom was better at posting for me. It should have read..
    We are jealous that you get to play the in and out game :( We have a pet door that the humans put in so we don't get to play that game anymore.
    Plus I heard her talking to dad that they are going to start cementing our kennel as she is tired of weeding it. I like the weeds, we roll in it and then when we come in and rub against mom she starts sneezing.

  13. Harrrrrr
    did yer dad learn to cook from uncle jack?????
    Cap'n Maverick the Pirate

  14. LOL - You are so funny Meeshka!

  15. Our human man is incompetent too. We got our week of 100 prizes yesterday. Despite the box being addressed to us, Mom says she keeping both the starbucks card and the husky for herself. I hardly think that is fair.


  16. Meeshka-
    At least he didn't set off the fire alarms, my grandpaw did that once, trying to make a frozen pizza. Hm. Men.
    Nice to meet ya, too, stop on by my blog if ya get a chance, and I'll be linking to yours as well!

    Tail Wags,

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