Saturday, December 22, 2012

Simple Humans Have Ruined My Snacking

Dogs have raided trash cans since dogs were invented.  It is a right for a dog to be able to snack out of a trash container at will.  Humans were invented to provide their dogs with tasty scraps they don't eat.  I'm pretty sure nobody can refute that!

I'm pretty sure cave people didn't have garbage cans!

It was in 1884 that some french guy by the name of Poubelle ordered citizens to use metal containers to dispose of household waste.  

I hate that man!

My life has been ruined by my simple human, who went out and bought a simplehuman Deluxe Butterfly Step Can (Google Affiliate Ad) years ago.

Unlike some of those other trash cans that you can just slide your snooter and lift the lid up for your snacking needs, this thing closes up tighter than a bank safe!  There's no way to get your snooter under the lid!

As far as I can tell, the only way to get it open is to step on the stupid thing near the bottom, but you have to maintain pressure on that thing or the "butterfly wings" will trap your head in the middle and bad, baaaad things would happen.

I tried planting the Mutatoe with his ample ass on the pedal thing to hold it down while I snacked, but he got so excited about the smells coming out of there, he jumped off the pedal and I barely escaped with my life.  So not worth the risk.

 So far the only thing I've come up with to disable this menace to dog society is to block the foot pedal.

It hasn't worked yet, but I'm holding out hope.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Christmas Tradition

I would be remiss not to share one of our famous traditions that occurs every time this year:

Yep, tis the season for wrapping us all in bubble wrap to keep bad things from happening.

The Humans are careful, if not a bit nuts.

- Meeshka

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sad, Soft Woos for Rusty

It seems that our losses come in groups, and I'd like to think that it happens this way so that nobody crosses the bridge alone, they have someone to walk over with, and be greeted by those who are already there.

Today we have sad, soft woos over the loss of our friend and HULA member Rusty of the Thundering Herd.

Rusty enjoyed life to the very fullest, and lived his life looking for fun... a honorable and lovely way to go through life.

We hope that everyone stops by and lets the Thundering Herd know how much fun Rusty brought into their lives, and celebrate him and fun!

Let's all have a little fun today, for Rusty.

- Meeshka

Sunday, December 02, 2012

Fleas on a Dog (I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas)

When I last left everyone, I was suffering from what the humans thought was my seasonal itchy skin allergy period... yeah, they are so clueless.

Shortly after finishing off the pred stuff (which made me really thirsty, hungry, and had to pee a lot) about a week later, I was back to itching again.  Harumpf!

More pred and a week after getting done with that, I WAS STILL ITCHY!!!

It just goes to show you how much attention they give us, because it took the Mutatoe and the Bionic Hip/Knee Spineless Sam to start itching before we got the once over... wanna guess what they found?

No, go ahead and guess!  I'm pretty sure you figured it out loooong before my humans did... yep


Oh the woomanity!  How the heck can we get fleas, we never go anywhere?!?

We guessed it came from these pests

Those nasty little rodents are taking over our yard... OUR YARD!  Brazen little pests, they've been doing flash mobs in MY BACK YARD going after all of those tasty acorns that have fallen off the trees, and I'm guessing they're also bringing their nasty fleas with them and infecting MY YARD with chewy little pests! 

I literally had to shove my face in hers so she could see one of the little feeding frenzy bugs crawling on my snooter!

We immediately got the Frontline stuff put on us, and you would think that would have taken care of them, but NOOOO, these were superfleas that just laughed at the Frontline and continued using me as a buffet!

The Human Woman did some Googling and found that Petsmart carries the super-effective, kills them dead on contact, safe for dogs, made from some kind of flower but smells horrible Adams Flea Spray.

The Human Woman use to use this back when she was a vet tech, so she knew how effective and safe it was, so she immediately (and when I say immediately, I mean the next day) went out and stocked up on a few bottles.

They acted like nothing was going to happen that night.  We lay around all peaceful and happy, but itchy while they walked around speaking in hushed tones and skulked through the house putting down a sheet in the bathroom.

They're up to something....
Then they tricked the Mutatoe into coming into the bathroom by using their "happy, happy, lookie here, come into the bathroom so we can do horrible things to you" voice... he fell for it, he always falls for it.

The next thing you know, there are horrible smells coming from the closed bathroom door, and pathetic squeaking from the Mutatoe.  He came out looking like he had been drenched and smelling like chemical flowers.

Next it was Bionic hip/knee spineless Sam, who was helplessly carried into the bathroom... it sucks not to have a spine, they just tote you where they want you to go.

Once again, more nasty smells but no squeaking noises... because Sam is stoic, and then he comes out looking and smelling like a drowned rat.

It became abundantly clear that my turn was next...I didn't go quietly, that's for sure!

I'm also pretty sure they got more on themselves than me, and I made sure to rub myself on the bed afterwards.

Fine, so it did get rid of the fleas, and I'm slowly growing my tail floof back out... but still.


Saturday, December 01, 2012

Huffle Mawson, Until We Meet Again...

It isn't often you meet a kitty with style, grace, and beauty.  Most kitties are for chasing in the Siberian Husky world, but there is one kitty that captured our hearts and respect.

We mourn with soft sad woos over such a kitty.

Huffle Mawson, Explorer Cat
 Huffle Mawson was not only a famous explorer cat, but also a diplomat, friend, adventurer, and worthy of the title "Honorary Siberian Husky", the first for a kitty, and cherished member of the Husky United Liberation Army, another first for a kitty.

Huffle was a staunch supporter of MeeshkaWorld from the beginning.  Her wise counsel, exciting and fun adventures with ham and prawns enriched our world of livergreat and clawing.   She brought her side of the world much closer to ours and taught us that even if you live far away and are a kitty, we all have commonalities, experiences, and fun no matter where you are or what language you speak.

When we learned of her passing, we were very sad, but know that we will meet her again, along with all of our other friends who have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge... she lives forever in our hearts until we do meet again.

Our condolences to her mom and dad, and the goon Teddy.  We will never look at ham or prawns without thinking of you Huffle.  Thank you for being our friend.

Huffle with her beloved Sardinie

Meeshka and the Gimpy Gang
The Human Woman and Human Man